Ying Shao is a Girl

"My dad actually froze all my bank cards! I'm his daughter! Brother Wangchuan is good to me!"

Hearing this, Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Uncle Lin is a bit too much. A princess like Jiajia should be pampered. No matter what she does, it is right."

Ye Wangchuan's slender hands gently stroked Lin Jia's smooth hair.

His eyes were very doting, and there was confusion hidden in his eyes.

Lin Jia's face turned red and she lowered her head, feeling secretly happy.

I don’t know how many times she blushed tonight.

"Jiajia, I have a way to help you, and it won't make Jiajia unhappy..."

The smile on his face was still bright and bright, and his voice was extremely gentle, with the power to confuse people.

It makes people feel like falling into a dream, hazy.

Lin Jia didn't hear much what Ye Wangchuan said later.

Just nodded.

"..."

"Do you understand? Jiajia?"

Ye Wangchuan's smile kept growing in Lin Jia's eyes, and she nodded dully.

"I understand, brother Wangchuan, don't worry."

Ye Wangchuan nodded with satisfaction, with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.

After eating, Ye Wangchuan sent Lin Jia back.

Ye Wangchuan watched her figure disappear into the Lin family door.

The smile deepened.

The smile on his face was weird and chilling.

In just a moment, the smile on his face returned to its usual sunny state.

It was as if the weird smile just now was an illusion.

-

"Miss, you're back!" the housekeeper at the door exclaimed.

Lin Jia didn't seem to hear him and didn't answer the housekeeper.

"Madam! Madam! Miss, she is back!"

A maid reported the news to Mother Lin.

Mother Lin suddenly stood up with a happy face.

"This kid Jiajia is finally back!"

Lin's father ordered not to let anyone interfere with Lin Jia's affairs, and she was not easy to control.

After all, Father Lin is in charge of the Lin family.

Ever since Lin Jia left home, she had been worried that Lin Jia would be in danger.

So she could only send people to follow Lin Jia secretly, so that if anything happened, she could protect Lin Jia in time.

Lin's mother's people told her that the young lady was with the third young master of the Ye family.

Mother Lin was relieved that Ye Wangchuan was Jiajia's fiancé. In Mother Lin's eyes, Ye Wangchuan was an excellent and reliable child.

She was about to leave to meet Lin Jia at the door.

However, Lin Jia had already entered the living room at this time.

"Jiajia, you are finally back! Mom is very worried about you!"

"Yes, Miss, Madam has been waiting for you in the living room until now." The servant on the side also agreed.

Lin Jia seemed to have ignored their words.

There was no unnecessary expression on her face.

His eyes were slightly glazed over.

Holding on to the stairs, he went straight upstairs and towards his room.

"Jiajia?" Mother Lin called her again.

Lin Jia still didn't look back. Mother Lin watched her enter her room and closed the door.

There was no sound when the door closed.

A look of worry appeared on Mother Lin's face again, "Why is Jiajia still angry? How long will this anger last?"

"Madam, don't worry. It may be that the young lady needs to calm down by herself. If the young lady is willing to come back, it means that the young lady's anger has subsided. She just needs a little time."

The housekeeper spoke out to comfort Mother Lin.

Mother Lin nodded, feeling that the housekeeper was right.

Then give Jiajia some time, as long as she is safe and happy, that is enough.

-

In the early morning, Mrs. Lin.

It was late at night, and Lin Jiwen was still working overtime at the company.

All company employees have left the company.

Lin Jiwen is the only one left in such a large company.

He kept flipping through the latest documents, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

The company's performance declined sharply and it was unable to make ends meet. The company's reputation was severely damaged. Banks were unwilling to lend to the company, and funds were unable to circulate.

There are also fewer and fewer customers, and all the main sources of customers in the past have left.

He was exhausted at this time, leaning back on the seat, rubbing his aching temples.