True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

The voice in the microphone was unfamiliar.

is a man.

His tone was polite and his voice low.

"Hello, sister Zijin, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time." He said, "I'm Ying Tianlu."

Ying Zijin tilted her head and said in a low voice, "I'm not your sister."

Between the words, there is endless indifference.

No mood swings and no temperature.

It's hard to imagine what kind of hardships it went through to make it like this.

Ying Tianlu, who never knew what Lianxiangxiyu was, had a chill in her heart.

Although he had only met Ying Zijin once, at that time, she would still smile at him.

The smile isn't big, but it's sincere.

Ying Tianlu was silent for a moment: "I'm sorry, I didn't call you that on purpose,"

After a pause, he continued: "I already know everything Mom did to you. I really didn't expect that she would do such a thing."

"The damage has been done. I know it's useless to say anything. I don't ask you to forgive me. I just hope I can give you some compensation."

At the dining table, Mr. Zhong glanced at Ying Tianlu.

After confirming that he, Ying Zhenting and Zhong Manhua were not in the same group, he put on his reading glasses, took out his ipad and started surfing the Internet.

At the same time, Mr. Zhong was also hesitant to tell Ying Tianlu the truth.

Ying Zijin told him that after she left the Ying family, she didn't want to be involved with anyone in the Ying family anymore.

He needs to respect her ideas.

Ying Tianlu was about to speak when he heard the girl's tone calm: "No need to compensate, I'm fine, as long as you don't bother me."

"The thing about Pink Diamond is really because my mother is too impulsive." Ying Tianlu pressed his eyebrows and sighed, "I didn't plead for her, she took so many measures, she should be detained for a few days sober. "

As soon as this sentence was finished, the phone was hung up.

Ying Tianlu looked at the call interface and smiled bitterly.

If he wasn't using Old Master Zhong's phone, he probably wouldn't even have the qualifications to talk to Ying Zijin.

He really didn't expect that within a year, Zhong Manhua would force Ying Zijin to donate blood to Ying Luwei thirteen times, regardless of whether she wanted it or not.

Ying Tianlu pressed his temple and returned the phone to Mr. Zhong: "Grandpa, thank you."

"Okay." Mr. Zhong nodded, "Sit down and eat."

Ying Tianlu sat down and saw that Ying Yuexuan seemed to be in a daze, and called out, "Ying, what are you thinking?"

"Ah? Oh oh." Ying Yuexuan returned to her senses in a trance and sat down.

The servants brought the dishes together. There were only three people, and the appetite was not much.

Ying Yuexuan ate a little absent-mindedly, and kept eating rice without cooking.

It's not that she didn't feel that the old man Zhong was not as kind to her as he used to be.

She could tell almost immediately that Mr. Zhong knew that she was not his own granddaughter.

If it weren't for this, Mr. Zhong would not have this attitude towards her.

But obviously, when Zhong Manhua and Ying Zhenting both agreed, they would hide it from others.

How did Mr. Zhong know?

"What's wrong?" Mr. Zhong put down his chopsticks. "It doesn't match the taste?"

Ying Yuexuan shook her head: "No."

"Maybe I just came back from abroad, I'm not used to it." Ying Tianlu didn't notice Ying Yuexuan's abnormality, he thought for a while, "Grandpa, is Zijin still in Qingzhi?"

"What do you want to do?" Mr. Zhong snorted coldly, "I can tell you that she doesn't want to see you, so don't disturb her."

"Grandpa, I didn't mean that." Ying Tianlu smiled helplessly, "Mom has done too much, I have to make up for it."

"No need." Mr. Zhong waved his hand, "Zijin told me that she will be comfortable without seeing you."

Ying Yuexuan didn't say a word, and was still looking down at the rice, feeling a little ashamed for what she had just thought.

Ying Zijin is the real daughter of the Ying family, she is a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

How could she have such an idea, it's so inappropriate.

Ying Yuexuan raised her head, hesitated for a moment, and called, "Brother."

Ying Tianlu was thinking of a solution when he heard the words and turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"Actually, actually..." Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips, "It's nothing, it's just that my stomach is a little uncomfortable. I'll go to the bathroom."

She still swallowed the sentence "I'm not actually kissing your sister".

She was very afraid that Ying Tianlu would not be so kind to her after knowing it.

**

the other side.

Fu Yun raised his eyebrows deeply and said in a long voice, "Your brother?"

Ying Zijin also imitated him to lean on the railing and look at the sky, looking lazy.

The sun fell on her almost transparent skin, covering it with a faint golden layer.

"Well." She put the cards in front of him, "Then draw the cards, brother."

Fu Yun gave a deep hand.

Her voice clearly did not fluctuate, but it was still cold and cold, as if she was just talking casually.

But it is like a feather, floating on the apex of the heart, plucking the heartstrings.

There seems to be a breeze blowing by the ears, with a slight airflow surging, itchy and itchy.

This was the first time she had officially called him that.

The lethality is enormous.

Fu Yun clenched his fist to his lips and coughed twice, "Yaoyao, it's too much."

"Excessive?" Ying Zijin turned her head, pondered for two seconds, then understood, "You can't."

"?"

"Just call, you can't do it, and it won't work in the future."

Fu Yun's eyes gradually darkened, and his eyes were as deep as the sea: "In the future?"

"Well, depending on your mood, you may bid again in the future, you get used to it." Ying Zijin didn't say anything, just two words, "Draw a card."

"..."

Fu Yun pressed his head deeply and found that his brain circuits and the children's brain circuits were no longer on the same line.

It's his beast.

He raised his hand and chose three cards.

After Ying Zijin turned over the cards, he fell into silence for the first time.

Even when calculating Norton's whereabouts, she didn't feel any resistance.

But this time, it was just a small matter of Fu Yunshen's body, and there was a lot of resistance.

Fu Yun looked at the three blank cards in her hand and raised her eyebrows: "Yaoyao, where did you buy it online? You are being deceived. He didn't even draw you a pattern."

Ying Zijin put away the card expressionlessly: "It doesn't matter."

"Um?"

"Don't talk to me, I don't want to talk to you now."

"..."

**

After the college entrance examination is completed, the final exams are held for the first and second year of senior high school respectively.

After the exam, the summer vacation officially begins.

But because it is the third year of high school, the second year of high school still needs to make up for another month of classes.

In the final exam this time, because Ying Zijin was missing, the results of the elite class were also converted.

Zhong Zhiwan also returned to the first position of the grade.

However, she has received much less attention than usual. The discussions on campus forums are basically about Ying Yuexuan, who has just returned, and Ying Zijin, who has been firmly in her position.

"Daddy Ying, a lot of people are wondering why you didn't take the exam." Xiu Yu looked at the post, "Tsk, there are still people who think you cheated. I think they are all the memories of the fish, and they forgot the public quiz."

Jiang Ran took a sip of Coke and sneered: "Whoever doubts will be beaten in a sack."

Ying Zijin raised his eyes: "Foot."

Jiang Ran shut up.

He didn't know what his mother said to their father, which caused him to be controlled to death now.

"Father Ying, what are you doing?" Xiu Yu came over, "Painting?"

"Yeah." Ying Zijin nodded, "Let's design it."

She had nothing to do, and by the way, she designed several costumes for a clothing company under Chuguang Media and sent them to a design competition on O continent.

Anyway, make money.

"I really didn't believe that someone could be omnipotent until I met you, Father Ying." Xiu Yu sighed, "Why is the gap between people so big."

Ying Zijin casually used the strokes and replied casually: "Give you three hundred years of study time, and you will be able to do it too."

"..." Xiu Yu was choked, "No, no, I still want to be reincarnated as soon as possible."

Originally, she didn't like making up classes, but with Ying Zijin around, of course she was happy to come to school.

As if remembering something, Xiu Yu turned his head and looked at Jiang Ran: "Aren't you supposed to go back to the imperial capital?"

"I don't want to." Jiang Ran was lying on the table, very irritable, "Let's talk about it next year."

The imperial capital is so chaotic, it is better to be clean here.

He went back and couldn't help.

**

After class, Ying Zijin went back to see Mr. Zhong.

Mr. Zhong also remembered something important: "Zijin, I don't think Tianlu is that kind of person. Do you want to tell him about it?"

"No need." Ying Zijin held the pen without looking up, "No need."

It is difficult to break the cause and effect, but it is easy to get involved.

If she accepts Ying Tianlu's compensation, she and the Ying family will have cause and effect again.

"Alright." Old Master Zhong sighed, "Don't worry about their family, but Tianlu is a good boy."

Ying Zijin stayed with Mr. Zhong for two hours, and finished a draft.

She picked it up and looked at the lamp, always finding it rather ugly.

After rubbing the paper and throwing it into the trash can, he left the study.

After Ying Zijin left, Zhong Zhiwan dared to come in.

During this period of time, she didn't dare to cause any more trouble, and she focused on pleasing Mr. Zhong, and she also rushed to do the work of servants, which finally made Mr. Zhong's attitude towards her warm.

"Grandpa, you are full of garbage. I will help you take out the garbage."

The old man Zhong responded lightly.

Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips, walked to the trash can and squatted down. He was about to pick up the bag when he noticed a very wrinkled piece of paper.

She glanced and saw a scrap.

The author's assistant suddenly popped up to remind me that it was the third anniversary of my entry, and I wrote a book for three years in a blink of an eye.

Three years of 6.72 million words is enough to prove that I am a fried chicken, high-yield, author (!

Thank you for your support all the way, especially the baby who has been following since the first book, I love you so much~