True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Could it be possible to rely on Fu Yunshen, that dandy son?

How long can it be?

Thinking of Jiang Moyuan's attitude towards her these days, Ying Luwei was even more flustered.

Although she also knew that the turmoil in the stock market had caused the Jiang Group to lose a lot, she was still a little scared.

Originally, because she had hemophilia, Mrs. Jiang was not particularly satisfied with her, but for the sake of her being the first lady in Shanghai, she still agreed.

Therefore, she must not go wrong before she marries into the Jiang family.

Although this Weibo incident will not affect her status and reputation in the circle of famous nobles, there will always be people gossiping.

The old lady Ying only got such a daughter as Ying Luwei, and the whole family of Ying is fond of them, and she is reluctant to bear the slightest grievance for Ying Luwei.

"I haven't made a call yet?" Old Madam Ying looked at Zhong Manhua beside him and sneered, "Look, what did I say? I'm not familiar with it!"

The Ying family didn't care about raising one more person, but it was really bad intentions to have to adopt an adopted daughter.

Ask her to tell me how much blood to donate and how much to give.

Both are the best.

If it weren't for Ying Luwei, Mrs. Ying wouldn't condescend to come to the street shop selling milk tea.

Zhong Manhua was also very irritable.

Her phone number has already been blocked, even if she changed the number, Ying Zijin hung up the phone the first time she heard her voice, and then blocked.

She bravely went to find Mr. Zhong and wanted him to come forward, but she also hit a wall.

Mr. Zhong scolded her directly, saying that she didn't know the good and the bad, and she didn't know the difference, where would she have the face to look for?

"Mom, don't worry, don't worry." Ying Luwei comforted old lady Ying, "Xiao Jin and sister-in-law are angry, don't blame sister-in-law."

She glanced at the watch on her wrist and smiled: "It's 5:40 now, and Qingzhi will be out of school in ten minutes. We'll be waiting here, we'll definitely see Xiao Jin."

Madam Ying glanced at Zhong Manhua coldly, and her face softened a little: "It's still Wei Er, you are sensible."

Ying Luwei didn't speak any more, her eyes kept locked on the school gate.

No matter what method she uses, she must get Ying Zijin to withdraw the lawsuit.

**

After a self-study class, Ying Zijin regained her energy.

Just when it was time for school, the students went out in twos and threes.

She yawned, stood up, and didn't pack her books, just hung her schoolbag on her shoulders, picked up her school uniform jacket, and walked out unhurriedly.

Next to the bulletin board downstairs in the teaching, people from the student union are decorating the board newspaper.

Zhong Zhiwan is the head of the organization department, holding the folder and directing.

She tucked her hair behind her ears, turned her eyes, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the girl who came out of the stairway in front of her.

The slender legs, slender waist, and every arc are just perfect.

The button of the shirt was unbuttoned, and it was loose, revealing a clear collarbone, and the skin was soft.

Stunning.

It caused the students in every grade to look back frequently, and all their attention was drawn away.

Zhong Zhiwan lowered his head and his eyes were condensed.

The head of the Ministry of Culture and Propaganda is a girl, and she is very envious: "Ying Zijin has changed so much. She used to walk with her head down, but I didn't realize she was so good-looking."

It's so beautiful that people don't even have the thought of envy.

Zhong Zhiwan's expression was light: "Don't look at it, hurry up and go home."

The girl withdrew her gaze reluctantly, and wentssips again: "By the way, Ying Zijin actually signed up for this art festival."

Zhong Zhiwan frowned: "Has she signed up for the art festival?"

"Not only did I sign up, but I also signed up for several projects." The girl said, "In addition to calligraphy and Chinese painting, she even signed up for oil painting, which is amazing."

"You think too much." Zhong Zhiwan shook his head, "She's probably short of money."

The girl was taken aback: "Lack of money?"

"She had a quarrel with my aunt and ran away from home." Zhong Zhiwan absently drew something on the paper, "Maybe it's because the art festival has a lot of money, so I want to give it a try."

She didn't think that Ying Zijin could be artistic.

Whether it is calligraphy or Chinese painting, in order to be successful, in addition to being talented, you also need a good teacher.

But the people in the small county have the financial resources to hire well-known masters.

"Is that so..." The girl felt a pity, "I thought she was the one who signed up."

Zhong Zhiwan's eyelashes drooped, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Give me an application form for the festival."

The girl was surprised: "Knowing late, you want to sign up? Don't you like these things?"

Zhong Zhiwan is not short of money, and does not need to use the festival as a springboard to contact art masters.

After all, she has been exposed to these since she was a child, and the Zhong family has also hired the best teachers.

Zhong Zhiwan smiled lightly: "It's nothing, it's just for fun."

**

When Ying Zijin walked to the school gate, the phone rang.

It was a message from an unfamiliar number.

[Hello, Miss Ying, I am your psychologist, are you free on the 20th? Let's make an appointment to see you]

Very official tone.

Nor is it signed.

Ying Zijin was about to reply "No time, thank you", she squinted her eyes, and a white mist suddenly formed in front of her.

The picture of the future was tossed and disappeared, and soon disappeared.

She paused her fingers, raised her eyebrows, and changed her attention.

[Yes, five o'clock in the afternoon. 】

Back there quickly.

[Okay, I'll be there on time, looking forward to meeting you. 】

Ying Zijin was holding the phone while waiting for the red light. She turned her gaze slightly and saw Ying Luwei who was rushing over from the road.

"Little Jin!"

The girl just turned sideways to avoid it.

Ying Luwei stumbled and almost fell, her hands froze in the air.

But she quickly reacted, with a smile on her lips, worried: "Xiao Jin, where have you been these days? Why don't you say anything, we are all worried about you."

"Well, I understand." Ying Zijin nodded, "I'm worried that you will die if you don't have a living blood bank."

Ying Luwei's smile couldn't be maintained anymore, and her usual soft expression was a little broken.

She never thought that Ying Zijin would say such straightforward words.

Especially now that there are many students waiting for the red light, several of them have heard this sentence and are looking at her with strange eyes.

The thorns on her back made her feel on pins and needles.

Ying Luwei pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Xiao Jin, I don't care if you complain about me, but mom and sister-in-law are waiting for you there, can you go see me?"

She thought about it, if Ying Zijin refused, she could use family morality to kidnap with so many people around.

However, to Ying Luwei's surprise, Ying Zijin looked at her for a second and said, "Okay."

Everything Ying Luwei thought about was blocked, she pinched her palm, and a little reluctantly took the girl to the milk tea shop.

At this time, there were many people in the milk tea shop, and most of them were students of Qingzhi.

Because of the incident on Weibo, no one in Qingzhi doesn't know Ying Zijin now.

Zhong Manhua and Mrs. Ying sat at a table inside, somewhat tied.

"It's finally here? It's such a big deal." Madam Ying had long been impatient, and she patted the table heavily, "Also asked Wei Er to invite you in person, forgetting her identity?"

Zhong Manhua was embarrassed: "Mom, don't talk here, go back if you have something..."

"Just say it here." Madam Ying sneered, "It's not us who are embarrassed."

This sound shocked many customers.

They all looked over, surprised and astonished.

Qingzhi's students recognized Ying Luwei and whispered.

"Isn't that Teacher Ying? What happened to her and Ying Zijin?"

"Who knows, I just heard from the elite class that Ying Zijin and the Ying family quarreled and ran away from home, and they couldn't be invited back."

"Ah? No, isn't she an adopted daughter? How can she be so willful?"

Ying Luwei tried her best to suppress the smile on her lips, but she said, "Mom, sister-in-law is right, we should go home..."

Before the words were finished, a list was thrown in front of the three of them.

It marked the number of milliliters of blood donated in a certain month in a certain year, which was so clear that it could not be clearer.

Ying Luwei was stunned for a moment, and panic suddenly surged in her heart.

"Since you want to see me, let's settle this matter by the way." Ying Zijin raised his eyes, "Rhnull golden blood is priceless and priceless, I count you 25,100ml."

When she heard the golden blood, Ying Luwei's brain buzzed, and she didn't have time to stop Ying Zijin from continuing.

"This year, without my consent, you forced me to draw blood thirteen times, 200ml each time, totaling 650,000."

"..."

The entire milk tea shop was silent in an instant.

Ying Zijin put one hand in his pocket, and his tone was so indifferent as if it had nothing to do with him: "I'll give you three minutes, now, make the money."

Regarding blood drawing, this is actually a bug in reality. It is impossible to draw so many times. Blood donation is usually donated once every six months.