True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Do you want the whole world to go crazy?

She hoped it was the same name, but—

Ying Zijin looked down and landed on the name behind the column of the first principal, his face expressionless.

Certainly this lunatic.

When we first met, I wanted to dissect her neuropathy.

Wen Tinglan noticed the slight fluctuations in the girl's expression: "Sister?"

Ying Zijin regained his senses and looked slightly complicated: "Which major do you want to study at Norton University?"

If she remembered correctly, when she was still at Norton University, there were only theology, spirituality, paranormal studies, and alchemy types of majors, which were out of tune with other universities.

The thinking of a lunatic is really incomprehensible to normal people.

Wen Tinglan shook his head and said lightly, "Just think about it, but I can't get in."

Unlike other universities, Norton University does not have exams and does not look at the results of the college entrance examination. Only with a recommendation letter sent by the school can you have the qualification to enter the school initially.

In other words, even if it is a top student in the Huaguo college entrance examination or a full score in the SAT test, as long as there is no recommendation letter, you will not be able to enter.

No one knows what Norton University's admissions standards are, let alone what students it admits in a year.

But that's it, Norton University is still ranked first among other universities.

"If you want to go, then you can go." Ying Zijin pondered, "Nothing is impossible."

But if you're studying theology, that's fine.

Thinking of this, she looked down at Norton University's encyclopedia entry, and was relieved after confirming that the school had normal majors such as physics, mathematics, and mechanics.

Wen Tinglan's jaw tightened, his lips tightened, and his fingers clenched: "Sister, if you come back from Shanghai, I can support you and Dad."

He felt that his sister had become a little different. She used to be taciturn, but she was not as indifferent as she is now, as if nothing could shake her.

What did the Ying family do?

"That's something in the future. We'll talk about it when you graduate from college." Ying Zijin looked lazy, "I'm coming back this time with the intention of taking you to Shanghai City."

Wen Tinglan's eyes became cold again, and the corner of his lips pressed down: "I'm not going."

He hates Shanghai City, and he hates those people.

"Well, go back and discuss."

The sister and brother just walked in the direction of home one after another, and when they were still a few steps away from the yard, a scent wafted from a distance.

After Ying Zijin pushed the door open, she raised her head and stopped there.

In the kitchen, a slender and elevated familiar figure came into view.

The man didn't know what he was doing and lowered his head.

A pair of peach blossom eyes slightly raised, the dim light faded, gentle and affectionate.

"Yaoyao, why didn't you say anything when you brought the guests back?" Wen Fengmian was washing his hands when he heard the sound and turned his head, "I'm not prepared for this."

Ying Zijin was silent for a while, then rubbed his head: "Forgot."

It's not that she forgot, it's that she thought that he was a pampered son and might not be able to stand this kind of environment, so she specially booked him the best hotel in the county.

But I didn't expect him to come by himself, still cooking.

"Uncle, don't blame her." Fu Yunshen came out of the kitchen, revealing half of his body, "I had to come here, it's abrupt."

Ying Zijin raised his eyes slightly and saw the Peppa Pig apron on the man: "..."

Fu Yun noticed her gaze deeply, raised his head, and curved his lips: "Why are you staring at my brother again, it looks good?"

"ugly."

More ruthless.

"Yaoyao, how do you talk?" Wen Fengmian clenched his fists and covered his lips and coughed a few times, "Isn't this your favorite cartoon character?"

"Favorite?" Fu Yun raised his brows and looked down at the cartoon characters on the apron.

Peppa Pig?

The eyes are pretty cute.

"..." Ying Zijin showed no expression, "I don't like it anymore."

It's kind of unacceptable, it's not in her nature that she likes this kind of stuff before she fully wakes up.

Wen Tinglan also glanced at the Peppa Pig apron and frowned: "Dad, how many years ago did this happen?"

Although, his sister had saved money to buy a pig doll before, and she wouldn't be able to sleep if she didn't hug her.

Wen Fengmian just smiled: "No matter how many years, Dad can still remember."

He seemed to remember something, looked at the boy, frowned: "Yuyu, your sister is back, what are you running for?"

"I..." Wen Tinglan was about to answer, but stopped.

It can't be said that he shook his head and left because of resentment.

Ying Zijin walked into the kitchen and answered slowly, "He's shy."

"Shy?" Wen Fengmian was surprised, "You were never shy when you received so many love letters. Seeing your sister shy?"

Wen Tinglan: "..."

He had to admit: "I haven't seen my sister for a long time."

"Then you can't run." Wen Fengmian stopped laughing and was very serious, "It's so late, what should I do if something goes wrong?"

"No." Wen Tinglan didn't like to talk. He sat next to Wen Fengmian, looked at the kitchen, and looked defensive, "Who is that?"

The man is perfect, slender and straight, and even in a comical apron, it is difficult to conceal his innate nobility.

Wide shoulders and narrow waist, a natural hanger.

"Mr. Fu is Yaoyao's friend." Wen Fengmian explained, "Because there is no one at home today, so I spent fifteen with us."

Wen Tinglan didn't respond, his eyebrows drooped, still indifferent and defensive.

"Yuyu, Dad knows that you may have some resentment towards Yaoyao." Wen Fengmian thought for a while before saying, "But after all, you are also siblings, and Dad can't accompany you all your life."

"dad."

One word, very cold.

"Okay, let's not talk about it." Wen Fengmian coughed and smiled, "Let's watch the party."

**

in the kitchen.

Ying Zijin looked at him: "Why are you here?"

"Huh?" Hearing this, Fu Yun raised his peach blossom eyes, "Didn't you agree to take me in? Lie to my brother?"

"No." Ying Zijin squatted down and took out the vegetables from the bag on the ground, "I'm afraid I'll treat you badly."

She can naturally tell who is so kind to her.

There's nothing she can do but be better for them.

"Why did you treat me badly?" Fu Yun smiled deeply, "If you don't take me in, I'll be homeless today."

Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes and didn't ask deeply, "I'll come."

Never let a guest do it.

She raised her hand and was about to pick up the flour in Fu Yunshen's hand, but because he turned around at this moment, his cold fingers accidentally touched the man's lips.

The temperature scalded two people at the same time.

The first time, Ying Zijin withdrew his hand, his expression did not change, but his fingertips were still hot.

In the small kitchen, there are all the jade and aloes on men's bodies.

Taking advantage of her height, Fu Yunshen looked at her from above, her eyebrows lowered, her tone was as cynical as ever: "Little boy, why are you still doing it?"