True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

"..."

The other end of the phone didn't expect to hear this sentence, and fell silent for a while.

Fu Yunshen was not in a hurry, he leaned back in the chair and looked up at the window.

The sun is warm, as if spanning many years.

After a long, long period of silence, a voice came from the phone.

"Theoretically, it's possible, but the probability is low to zero," the side said. "The world is not like what we see, it does have a supernatural place."

Fu Yun gave a deep and light hum.

The other side continued: "Otherwise, there would be no alchemy and ancient medicine and ancient martial arts. The end of science is theology, and until now there is no way to answer all the mysteries of life."

"So—" Fu Yun thoughtfully looked at the post that had already replied to Qianlou, "It does exist."

"As I said, the possibility is zero, no matter how supernatural it is, there must be some science.

Fu Yun looked lazy, swiped the mouse, refreshed the post, and pulled it to the end.

[Floor 1241]: No wonder the landlord thinks this way. The score of "Song of Emerald Jade" is equivalent to none. It's not Vera Hall herself, how do you know?

Fu Yun's eyes moved slightly.

yes.

He has been thinking about it for a long time since he heard Ying Zijin play "Jihad".

But everything needs evidence, he just guessed out of thin air, and it was of no use.

But this kind of thing, you can't really ask yourself directly.

Fu Yun pondered deeply and prepared to post.

At this time, a new post appeared.

This post is automatically marked in red, but it is not pinned to the top.

All ID users whose account level is above the SS level have such a privilege.

[@Only Love Money: Retire, respawn, what comes back from the dead, it’s really nonsense, you say there is no sheet music? Sorry, a while ago, we just sold the sheet music, and some people in Huaguo also bought it. If you don’t believe me, ask a few people in the forum, and they also bought it. 】

As long as it is not a newcomer, there are no users who do not know this ID in the hidden section.

This is the ID of the person in power of the Laurent family.

Of course, this post will not be sent by the man in power.

After all, this person in power is only interested in money, and everything else will only be left to his subordinates.

SS-level users post, NOK's system will remind all other users.

The forum just exploded.

[1st Floor]: What the hell, I was shocked to see the big guy.

[2nd Floor]: What? Does the Laurent family have sheet music?

...

[Floor 77]: Is it strange that the Laurent family has sheet music? Vera Hall is a literary and artistic master supported by the ancestors of the Laurent family.

[Floor 78]: I forgot who I heard said that the piano piece "Song of Emerald Jade" was written by Vera Hall specially for the Laurent family.

[Floor 79]: So that's why it's not surprising. It can only be said that the performer in Huaguo is a genius.

...

[Floor 109]: Damn, as expected of your Laurent family, can this be sold for money?

[Floor 110]: I've sold other people's music scores. I'm really afraid that Vera will jump out of the ground and hammer you to death.

Seeing this reply, the young servant who posted the post secretly wiped a sweat.

If you don't say that, how can you cover it up?

Then they will be beaten to death.

The young servant canceled the account and breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I have finished the things explained in the letter, and I can report back to the master.

That group of people guessed well, and that was Vera Hall.

It's a pity that this kind of thing can't really be known to the outside world.

**

noon.

Before Jiang Moyuan was done, he received a call from the Jiang family's old house.

It was Mrs. Jiang who called him.

Since the death of Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang has moved into the Buddhist hall.

Eat fast and worship Buddha with one heart, and no one else sees it very much.

This is the first time Mrs. Jiang has called him in the past few years.

Jiang Moyuan frowned.

Mrs. Jiang's tone was very bad, but she didn't say anything on the phone, she just told him to come over now.

"Tell others, I have something to do, and the afternoon meeting will be postponed first." Jiang Moyuan glanced at the watch on his wrist and called the secretary, "Be careful with that list."

The secretary nodded hurriedly, paused, and then whispered, "Third Master, Miss Luwei has been waiting for you outside for a long time."

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Moyuan stopped pushing the door.

The secretary lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

What happened yesterday was really unexpected.

No one would have thought that an adopted daughter from the countryside would have a level of piano that rivals those of the top pianists.

Ying Luwei immediately became a joke.

Not to mention the situation on the Internet, all the things she had done were picked up.

On the surface, the years are quiet, but the heart is extremely vicious.

It's not worthy of Jiang Moyuan at all.

"I see." Jiang Moyuan walked out without expression.

Ying Luwei sat in the waiting area outside and cried for a long time. When she saw the man come out, she wiped her tears and rushed over to hug him, her voice sobbing: "Moyuan!"

The secretary who followed him frowned.

If you put it in the past, it doesn't matter.

But now Ying Luwei's reputation is so stinky, and the piano skills she is proud of are also marketed, why are you embarrassed to stick to their third master?

The secretary said displeasedly, "Miss Luwei, you—"

The latter words have not been spoken.

Seeing that Jiang Moyuan pulled Ying Luwei away without the slightest pity, he also pulled his arm out of her embrace.

Her body was suddenly empty, Ying Luwei was stunned for a moment, then looked at him in disbelief, her voice trembling: "...Moyuan?"

"Our engagement hasn't been done yet, it's just an engagement." Jiang Moyuan's eyes were no longer as warm as usual, only indifference. "The company is a public place, pay attention."

After speaking, Jiang Moyuan didn't look at Ying Luwei's expression, took the suit jacket from the secretary's hand, and strode away.

The secretary sent Jiang Moyuan to the door, and then turned back to Ying Luwei and smiled apologetically: "Miss Luwei, please recognize your current situation. The Ying family will protect you, but the Jiang family will not."

The polite but contemptuous tone was no different from when he spoke to Ying Zijin before.

Ying Luwei's face instantly turned pale: "You... what do you mean?"

The secretary didn't speak any more, and someone invited Ying Luwei out.

**

When Jiang Moyuan arrived at the Buddhist hall, Mrs. Jiang turned her back to him, knelt on the futon, and was praying to the Buddha.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Jiang slowly got up: "Moyuan, there is something, Mom thinks it's better for you to know."

Jiang Moyuan frowned: "Mom, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Jiang's face was cold, and she threw a letter in front of him: "It was sent to the Buddhist hall this morning, you can see for yourself."

Jiang Moyuan took it over, and it took ten minutes to finish reading the contents of the envelope.

His body suddenly tensed, feeling stiff for the first time.

How is this possible...

"The Jiang family doesn't need such a depraved mistress." Madam Jiang sat down and took a sip of tea, "I was originally dissatisfied with her. With so many ladies in Shanghai, can't I find someone who is not sick?"

Saying that, she sighed: "But you can't help but like her. If you still insist on liking her, then—"

"It's up to Mom to decide this matter." Jiang Moyuan interrupted Mrs. Jiang's words, "I'll obey Mom."

"Okay, okay." Madam Jiang smiled. "After all, your father made the marriage contract. It's not good for you to retreat in person. Mom will help you."

Jiang Moyuan's thin lips pursed slightly.

For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go visit Ying's house another day." Mrs. Jiang added, "Although I don't know who sent this letter, they must know about it."

"In this case, the Ying family is also the victim. Poor Xiaoxuan, this kind of thing happened to me."

Mrs. Jiang has met many people, but she has never seen someone as vicious as Ying Luwei since she was a child.

Jiang Moyuan's lips moved, but he didn't speak.

He knew about the real and fake daughter of the Ying family, and also knew that Ying Zijin was the one who was stolen and thrown away by Ying Luwei at that time.

That's why he felt inexplicable anger and regret just now.

However, the Ying family did not intend to make such a matter public, nor did he need to tell Mrs. Jiang.

**

After school in the afternoon, all the people from Class 19 went to Ying Zijin's celebration banquet.

When they arrived at the hotel they had ordered, they were all shocked.

I thought it was an ordinary luxury restaurant, but I didn't expect it to be Han Pavilion.

There are eighty people who attended the celebration banquet today, all of which are equal to the number of guests the Han Pavilion entertains in a month.

The younger brother was very excited, he lowered his voice, "Dad Ying, did you have an affair with the master of the Han Pavilion?"

The Han Pavilion didn't even care about the wealthy families of the imperial capital. If the master hadn't spoken, they would have come without a reservation.

Ying Zijin's expression froze, she glanced thoughtfully at the man who was talking to the waiter, and said calmly, "It won't hurt with one leg."

The younger brother was at a loss: "Huh?"

"At most one hand."

"..."

The younger brother scratched his head, and simply didn't think about it: "I don't care, anyway, it's not my bleeding today, I want to eat enough."

He swaggered in, stomping around happily.

"Tsk, although I don't have any desire to eat, the Han Pavilion is indeed a must-have in the catering industry." Xiu Yu put his hand on Ying Zijin's shoulder, "But Father Ying, you love food so much, will you have to do it in the future? Looking for someone who can cook?"

Ying Zijin glanced at her and pulled her hand down.

"..." Xiu Yu shifted her gaze, looked at Weibo, looked at it, and suddenly she shouted, "Look at Weibo, Ying Luwei! She has an accident again!"

Let me tell the babies again, the update time: 8:00 and 5:00 pm, 9,000 words after three shifts~

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Song Xiwu had just finished dealing with scumbags and scumbags and was about to be promoted and raised to the peak of her life, she was extremely happy and sad, and she was dragged into the world of the terrifying examination room in a blink of an eye.

The system wants her to eliminate her husband's malicious value!

Song Xiwu: "..."

As soon as she returned to being single, she turned her head and gave her a husband?

When I first saw him, the man was as handsome as a god, staring at her tenderly and affectionately: "Xixi, nothing is important to you."

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Song Xiwu: "..."

Ah, can't afford to love, can't afford to love!