Chapter 63
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Is it hard to rely on Fu Yunshen's dandy?
How long can it last?
When she thinks of Jiang Moyuan's attitude towards her these days, Ying Luwei is even more flustered.
Although she also knew that the stock turmoil led to the loss of Jiangshi group, she was still a little afraid.
Originally, because she was suffering from hemophilia, Mrs. Jiang was not particularly satisfied with her, but for the sake of being the first lady in Shanghai, she agreed.
Therefore, she must not go wrong before she married into the Jiang family.
Although the microblog incident can not affect her status and reputation in the aristocratic circle, there will always be gossip.
Old lady Ying is old enough to have such a daughter as Ying Luwei. The whole Ying family is on the top of their hearts, and they don't want Ying Luwei to be wronged at all.
"Not on the phone yet?" Old lady Ying looked at Zhong Manhua and sneered, "look, what did I say? I'm not familiar with it! "
The Ying family doesn't care about raising one more person, but they have to have an adopted daughter. It's really bad intentions.
I want her to say, how much blood, how much money.
It's best to clean up.
If it were not for Ying Luwei, old man Ying would not condescend to come to the street shop selling milk tea.
Zhong Manhua is also very upset.
Her phone has been pulled black, even if change a number in the past, in hear her voice of the first moment, Ying Zijin directly hung up the phone, then pull black.
She tried hard to find Mr. Zhong and tried to let him come out, but she also hit the wall.
Mr. Zhong scolded her directly, saying that she didn't know what was good or bad, and that she didn't know whether she was close or not. How could she have the face to look for it again?
"Mom, don't worry, don't worry." Ying Lu Wei comforts old lady Ying, "Xiao Jin and sister-in-law are angry. Don't blame sister-in-law."
She looked at the watch on her wrist and said with a smile, "it's five forty, and Qingzhi will be out of school in ten minutes. We'll wait here, and we'll be able to see Xiaojin."
Old lady Ying took a cold look at Zhong Manhua, and her face softened slightly: "still Wei'er, you are sensible."
Ying Luwei doesn't speak any more. Her eyes are locked at the school gate.
No matter with what method, she must let Ying Zijin withdraw the lawsuit.
**
after sleeping in a self-study class, Ying Zijin was able to raise her spirits.
It's just time for school to end, and the students walk out in twos and threes.
She yawned and stood up. She didn't pick up her books. She just hung her schoolbag on her shoulder, picked up her school uniform coat and walked out.
Next to the bulletin board of the teaching building, people from the student union are decorating the blackboard newspaper.
Zhong Zhiwan is the director of the Organization Department, holding the folder and commanding.
She put her hair behind her ears. Yu Guang turned and caught a glimpse of the girl coming out of the stairway in front of her.
Slender legs, slender waist, every arc is just perfect.
The button of the shirt is untied, loose, revealing the clear butterfly bone, and the skin is soft.
It's amazing.
Provoked every grade students to look back frequently, all attention was attracted away.
Zhong Zhiwan lowered his head and his eyes were frozen.
The Minister of the Ministry of culture and publicity was a girl. She envied her: "Ying Zijin has changed a lot. She used to walk with her head down, but she didn't find her so good-looking."
It's so beautiful that people don't even want to be envious.
Zhong Zhiwan looks light: "don't look, hurry up and go home."
Some girls reluctantly look back, and gossip up: "say, Ying Zijin even signed up to participate in this art festival."
Zhong Zhiwan frowned: "she signed up for the Art Festival?"
"Not only have you signed up, but you have also signed up for several projects." The girl said, "in addition to calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, she even reported oil painting. It's too powerful."
"You think too much." Zhong Zhiwan shook his head. "She's probably short of money."
Girl a Leng: "lack of money?"
"She had a fight with my aunt and ran away from home." Zhong Zhiwan absently drew something on the paper, "maybe it's because of the huge prize money of the art festival. I want to have a try."
She didn't think that Ying Zijin knew anything about art.
Whether it is calligraphy or traditional Chinese painting, in order to have attainments, in addition to talent is not enough, also need a good teacher.
But the people in the small county town, where can they afford to invite famous masters.
"So..." The girl thought it was a pity, "I thought she would just sign up."
After a while, Zhong Zhiwan suddenly said, "give me an application form for the festival."
The girl was surprised: "Zhiwan, do you want to sign up? Don't you look down on that? "
Zhong Zhiwan is not short of money, and he does not need to use the festival as a springboard to get in touch with art masters.
After all, she has been in touch with these since she was a child, and the Zhong family has hired the best teachers.Zhong Zhiwan smiles faintly: "it's nothing. It's just fun."
**
when Ying Zijin came to the school gate, his mobile phone rang.
It's a message from a strange number.
Hello, Miss Ying. I'm your psychologist. Are you free on the 20th? Let's meet sometime]
it's very official.
There was no signature.
Ying Zijin is about to return to a "no time, thank you", she narrowed her eyes, in front of her eyes suddenly gathered a layer of white fog.
There is a picture of the future, and soon disappeared.
Her fingers stopped, her brows raised, and her attention changed.
[yes, five in the afternoon. 】
there's a quick return.
OK, I'll be there on time. I'm looking forward to meeting you. 】
Ying Zijin is holding her mobile phone and waiting for the red light. Her eyes slightly deviate, and she sees Ying Luwei coming from the opposite side of the road.
"Xiao Jin!"
The girl just sidestepped to avoid it.
Ying Luwei falters, almost falls, and her hands are stiff in the air.
But she quickly reacted to come over, lips take smile, very worried: "small Jin, where have you been these days?"? We're all worried about you without saying a word
"Well, I understand." Ying Zijin nodded, "I'm afraid you will die if you don't have a living blood bank."
Ying Luwei's smile can't be maintained, and her soft expression is also broken.
She didn't expect that Ying Zijin would say such straightforward words.
Especially now many students waiting for the red light, several of them have heard this sentence and are looking at her with strange eyes.
She was on pins and needles.
Ying Lu Wei pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Xiaojin, I don't care if you have complaints against me, but my mother and sister-in-law are waiting for you there. Can you go and see me?"
She thought well, if Ying Zijin refused, so many people around, she could take advantage of the family morality to kidnap.
However, to Ying Lu Wei's surprise, Ying Zijin looks at her for a second and says "OK."
Ying Luwei wants to be all blocked, she pinches the palm, some unwilling to take the girl to the milk tea shop.
At this time, there were many people in the milk tea shop, most of them were Qingzhi students.
Because of what happened on Weibo, no one in Qingzhi doesn't know Ying Zijin any more. After all, the beauty is so amazing that it can't be ignored.
Zhong Manhua and Mrs. Ying sat at a table inside, some of them tied up.
"At last? What a big shelf. " Old lady Ying was already impatient. She patted the table heavily and asked Wei'er to invite you in person. Did she forget her identity
Zhong Manhua was embarrassed: "Mom, don't talk here. What can I do for you..."
"Just say it here." Old lady Ying said with a sneer, "it's not us who are losing face."
This sound shocked many customers.
They all looked over, surprised and shocked.
Qingzhi's students recognize Ying Luwei and whisper.
"Isn't that teacher Ying? What happened to her and Ying Zijin? "
"Who knows? I just heard from the elite class that Ying Zijin quarreled with the people of the Ying family and ran away from home. They couldn't come back."
"Ah? No, isn't she an adopted daughter? Can you be so headstrong? "
Ying Luwei tried to smile on her lips, but she said: "Mom, sister-in-law is right, we'd better go home..."
Before they finished, a list was thrown in front of them.
It is marked with the number of ml of blood donated in a certain year and month, which is so clear that it can no longer be clear.
Ying Luwei is stunned, and panic suddenly rises in her heart.
"Since you want to see me, you can settle the matter by the way." Ying Zijin raises an eye, "rhnull gold blood has no price and no market, I calculate you 25000 100ml."
Hear gold blood of time, Ying Lu Wei's brain hummed for a while, she didn't have time to stop Ying Zi Jin to continue to say.
"This year, without my consent, you forced me to draw blood 13 times, 200ml each time, a total of 650000."
“……”
The whole milk tea shop was silent for a moment.
Ying Zijin put one hand in his pocket, and his tone was indifferent as if it had nothing to do with him: "here are three minutes. Now, pay."
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Is it hard to rely on Fu Yunshen's dandy?
How long can it last?
When she thinks of Jiang Moyuan's attitude towards her these days, Ying Luwei is even more flustered.
Although she also knew that the stock turmoil led to the loss of Jiangshi group, she was still a little afraid.
Originally, because she was suffering from hemophilia, Mrs. Jiang was not particularly satisfied with her, but for the sake of being the first lady in Shanghai, she agreed.
Therefore, she must not go wrong before she married into the Jiang family.
Although the microblog incident can not affect her status and reputation in the aristocratic circle, there will always be gossip.
Old lady Ying is old enough to have such a daughter as Ying Luwei. The whole Ying family is on the top of their hearts, and they don't want Ying Luwei to be wronged at all.
"Not on the phone yet?" Old lady Ying looked at Zhong Manhua and sneered, "look, what did I say? I'm not familiar with it! "
The Ying family doesn't care about raising one more person, but they have to have an adopted daughter. It's really bad intentions.
I want her to say, how much blood, how much money.
It's best to clean up.
If it were not for Ying Luwei, old man Ying would not condescend to come to the street shop selling milk tea.
Zhong Manhua is also very upset.
Her phone has been pulled black, even if change a number in the past, in hear her voice of the first moment, Ying Zijin directly hung up the phone, then pull black.
She tried hard to find Mr. Zhong and tried to let him come out, but she also hit the wall.
Mr. Zhong scolded her directly, saying that she didn't know what was good or bad, and that she didn't know whether she was close or not. How could she have the face to look for it again?
"Mom, don't worry, don't worry." Ying Lu Wei comforts old lady Ying, "Xiao Jin and sister-in-law are angry. Don't blame sister-in-law."
She looked at the watch on her wrist and said with a smile, "it's five forty, and Qingzhi will be out of school in ten minutes. We'll wait here, and we'll be able to see Xiaojin."
Old lady Ying took a cold look at Zhong Manhua, and her face softened slightly: "still Wei'er, you are sensible."
Ying Luwei doesn't speak any more. Her eyes are locked at the school gate.
No matter with what method, she must let Ying Zijin withdraw the lawsuit.
**
after sleeping in a self-study class, Ying Zijin was able to raise her spirits.
It's just time for school to end, and the students walk out in twos and threes.
She yawned and stood up. She didn't pick up her books. She just hung her schoolbag on her shoulder, picked up her school uniform coat and walked out.
Next to the bulletin board of the teaching building, people from the student union are decorating the blackboard newspaper.
Zhong Zhiwan is the director of the Organization Department, holding the folder and commanding.
She put her hair behind her ears. Yu Guang turned and caught a glimpse of the girl coming out of the stairway in front of her.
Slender legs, slender waist, every arc is just perfect.
The button of the shirt is untied, loose, revealing the clear butterfly bone, and the skin is soft.
It's amazing.
Provoked every grade students to look back frequently, all attention was attracted away.
Zhong Zhiwan lowered his head and his eyes were frozen.
The Minister of the Ministry of culture and publicity was a girl. She envied her: "Ying Zijin has changed a lot. She used to walk with her head down, but she didn't find her so good-looking."
It's so beautiful that people don't even want to be envious.
Zhong Zhiwan looks light: "don't look, hurry up and go home."
Some girls reluctantly look back, and gossip up: "say, Ying Zijin even signed up to participate in this art festival."
Zhong Zhiwan frowned: "she signed up for the Art Festival?"
"Not only have you signed up, but you have also signed up for several projects." The girl said, "in addition to calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, she even reported oil painting. It's too powerful."
"You think too much." Zhong Zhiwan shook his head. "She's probably short of money."
Girl a Leng: "lack of money?"
"She had a fight with my aunt and ran away from home." Zhong Zhiwan absently drew something on the paper, "maybe it's because of the huge prize money of the art festival. I want to have a try."
She didn't think that Ying Zijin knew anything about art.
Whether it is calligraphy or traditional Chinese painting, in order to have attainments, in addition to talent is not enough, also need a good teacher.
But the people in the small county town, where can they afford to invite famous masters.
"So..." The girl thought it was a pity, "I thought she would just sign up."
After a while, Zhong Zhiwan suddenly said, "give me an application form for the festival."
The girl was surprised: "Zhiwan, do you want to sign up? Don't you look down on that? "
Zhong Zhiwan is not short of money, and he does not need to use the festival as a springboard to get in touch with art masters.
After all, she has been in touch with these since she was a child, and the Zhong family has hired the best teachers.Zhong Zhiwan smiles faintly: "it's nothing. It's just fun."
**
when Ying Zijin came to the school gate, his mobile phone rang.
It's a message from a strange number.
Hello, Miss Ying. I'm your psychologist. Are you free on the 20th? Let's meet sometime]
it's very official.
There was no signature.
Ying Zijin is about to return to a "no time, thank you", she narrowed her eyes, in front of her eyes suddenly gathered a layer of white fog.
There is a picture of the future, and soon disappeared.
Her fingers stopped, her brows raised, and her attention changed.
[yes, five in the afternoon. 】
there's a quick return.
OK, I'll be there on time. I'm looking forward to meeting you. 】
Ying Zijin is holding her mobile phone and waiting for the red light. Her eyes slightly deviate, and she sees Ying Luwei coming from the opposite side of the road.
"Xiao Jin!"
The girl just sidestepped to avoid it.
Ying Luwei falters, almost falls, and her hands are stiff in the air.
But she quickly reacted to come over, lips take smile, very worried: "small Jin, where have you been these days?"? We're all worried about you without saying a word
"Well, I understand." Ying Zijin nodded, "I'm afraid you will die if you don't have a living blood bank."
Ying Luwei's smile can't be maintained, and her soft expression is also broken.
She didn't expect that Ying Zijin would say such straightforward words.
Especially now many students waiting for the red light, several of them have heard this sentence and are looking at her with strange eyes.
She was on pins and needles.
Ying Lu Wei pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Xiaojin, I don't care if you have complaints against me, but my mother and sister-in-law are waiting for you there. Can you go and see me?"
She thought well, if Ying Zijin refused, so many people around, she could take advantage of the family morality to kidnap.
However, to Ying Lu Wei's surprise, Ying Zijin looks at her for a second and says "OK."
Ying Luwei wants to be all blocked, she pinches the palm, some unwilling to take the girl to the milk tea shop.
At this time, there were many people in the milk tea shop, most of them were Qingzhi students.
Because of what happened on Weibo, no one in Qingzhi doesn't know Ying Zijin any more. After all, the beauty is so amazing that it can't be ignored.
Zhong Manhua and Mrs. Ying sat at a table inside, some of them tied up.
"At last? What a big shelf. " Old lady Ying was already impatient. She patted the table heavily and asked Wei'er to invite you in person. Did she forget her identity
Zhong Manhua was embarrassed: "Mom, don't talk here. What can I do for you..."
"Just say it here." Old lady Ying said with a sneer, "it's not us who are losing face."
This sound shocked many customers.
They all looked over, surprised and shocked.
Qingzhi's students recognize Ying Luwei and whisper.
"Isn't that teacher Ying? What happened to her and Ying Zijin? "
"Who knows? I just heard from the elite class that Ying Zijin quarreled with the people of the Ying family and ran away from home. They couldn't come back."
"Ah? No, isn't she an adopted daughter? Can you be so headstrong? "
Ying Luwei tried to smile on her lips, but she said: "Mom, sister-in-law is right, we'd better go home..."
Before they finished, a list was thrown in front of them.
It is marked with the number of ml of blood donated in a certain year and month, which is so clear that it can no longer be clear.
Ying Luwei is stunned, and panic suddenly rises in her heart.
"Since you want to see me, you can settle the matter by the way." Ying Zijin raises an eye, "rhnull gold blood has no price and no market, I calculate you 25000 100ml."
Hear gold blood of time, Ying Lu Wei's brain hummed for a while, she didn't have time to stop Ying Zi Jin to continue to say.
"This year, without my consent, you forced me to draw blood 13 times, 200ml each time, a total of 650000."
“……”
The whole milk tea shop was silent for a moment.
Ying Zijin put one hand in his pocket, and his tone was indifferent as if it had nothing to do with him: "here are three minutes. Now, pay."
Is it hard to rely on Fu Yunshen's dandy? How long can it last? When she thinks of Jiang Moyuan's attitude towards her these days, Ying Luwei is even more flustered. Although she also knew that the stock turmoil led to the loss of Jiangshi group, she was still a little afraid. Originally, because she was suffering from hemophilia, Mrs. Jiang was not particularly satisfied with her, but for the sake of being the first lady in Shanghai, she agreed. Therefore, she must not go wrong before she married into the Jiang family. Although the microblog incident can not affect her status and reputation in the aristocratic circle, there will always be gossip. Old lady Ying is old enough to have such a daughter as Ying Luwei. The whole Ying family is on the top of their hearts, and they don't want Ying Luwei to be wronged at all. "Not on the phone yet?" Old lady Ying looked at Zhong Manhua and sneered, "look, what did I say? I'm not familiar with it! " The Ying family doesn't care about raising one more person, but they have to have an adopted daughter. It's really bad intentions. I want her to say, how much blood, how much money. It's best to clean up. If it were not for Ying Luwei, old man Ying would not condescend to come to the street shop selling milk tea. Zhong Manhua is also very upset. Her phone has been pulled black, even if change a number in the past, in hear her voice of the first moment, Ying Zijin directly hung up the phone, then pull black. She tried hard to find Mr. Zhong and tried to let him come out, but she also hit the wall. Mr. Zhong scolded her directly, saying that she didn't know what was good or bad, and that she didn't know whether she was close or not. How could she have the face to look for it again? "Mom, don't worry, don't worry." Ying Lu Wei comforts old lady Ying, "Xiao Jin and sister-in-law are angry. Don't blame sister-in-law." She looked at the watch on her wrist and said with a smile, "it's five forty, and Qingzhi will be out of school in ten minutes. We'll wait here, and we'll be able to see Xiaojin." Old lady Ying took a cold look at Zhong Manhua, and her face softened slightly: "still Wei'er, you are sensible." Ying Luwei doesn't speak any more. Her eyes are locked at the school gate. No matter with what method, she must let Ying Zijin withdraw the lawsuit. **after sleeping in a self-study class, Ying Zijin was able to raise her spirits. It's just time for school to end, and the students walk out in twos and threes. She yawned and stood up. She didn't pick up her books. She just hung her schoolbag on her shoulder, picked up her school uniform coat and walked out. Next to the bulletin board of the teaching building, people from the student union are decorating the blackboard newspaper. Zhong Zhiwan is the director of the Organization Department, holding the folder and commanding. She put her hair behind her ears. Yu Guang turned and caught a glimpse of the girl coming out of the stairway in front of her. Slender legs, slender waist, every arc is just perfect. The button of the shirt is untied, loose, revealing the clear butterfly bone, and the skin is soft. It's amazing. Provoked every grade students to look back frequently, all attention was attracted away. Zhong Zhiwan lowered his head and his eyes were frozen. The Minister of the Ministry of culture and publicity was a girl. She envied her: "Ying Zijin has changed a lot. She used to walk with her head down, but she didn't find her so good-looking." It's so beautiful that people don't even want to be envious. Zhong Zhiwan looks light: "don't look, hurry up and go home." Some girls reluctantly look back, and gossip up: "say, Ying Zijin even signed up to participate in this art festival." Zhong Zhiwan frowned: "she signed up for the Art Festival?" "Not only have you signed up, but you have also signed up for several projects." The girl said, "in addition to calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, she even reported oil painting. It's too powerful." "You think too much." Zhong Zhiwan shook his head. "She's probably short of money." Girl a Leng: "lack of money?" "She had a fight with my aunt and ran away from home." Zhong Zhiwan absently drew something on the paper, "maybe it's because of the huge prize money of the art festival. I want to have a try." She didn't think that Ying Zijin knew anything about art. Whether it is calligraphy or traditional Chinese painting, in order to have attainments, in addition to talent is not enough, also need a good teacher. But the people in the small county town, where can they afford to invite famous masters. "So..." The girl thought it was a pity, "I thought she would just sign up." After a while, Zhong Zhiwan suddenly said, "give me an application form for the festival." The girl was surprised: "Zhiwan, do you want to sign up? Don't you look down on that? " Zhong Zhiwan is not short of money, and he does not need to use the festival as a springboard to get in touch with art masters. After all, she has been in touch with these since she was a child, and the Zhong family has hired the best teachers.Zhong Zhiwan smiles faintly: "it's nothing. It's just fun." **when Ying Zijin came to the school gate, his mobile phone rang. It's a message from a strange number. Hello, Miss Ying. I'm your psychologist. Are you free on the 20th? Let's meet sometime it's very official. There was no signature. Ying Zijin is about to return to a "no time, thank you", she narrowed her eyes, in front of her eyes suddenly gathered a layer of white fog. There is a picture of the future, and soon disappeared. Her fingers stopped, her brows raised, and her attention changed. yes, five in the afternoon. there's a quick return. OK, I'll be there on time. I'm looking forward to meeting you. Ying Zijin is holding her mobile phone and waiting for the red light. Her eyes slightly deviate, and she sees Ying Luwei coming from the opposite side of the road. "Xiao Jin!" The girl just sidestepped to avoid it. Ying Luwei falters, almost falls, and her hands are stiff in the air. But she quickly reacted to come over, lips take smile, very worried: "small Jin, where have you been these days?"? We're all worried about you without saying a word "Well, I understand." Ying Zijin nodded, "I'm afraid you will die if you don't have a living blood bank." Ying Luwei's smile can't be maintained, and her soft expression is also broken. She didn't expect that Ying Zijin would say such straightforward words. Especially now many students waiting for the red light, several of them have heard this sentence and are looking at her with strange eyes. She was on pins and needles. Ying Lu Wei pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Xiaojin, I don't care if you have complaints against me, but my mother and sister-in-law are waiting for you there. Can you go and see me?" She thought well, if Ying Zijin refused, so many people around, she could take advantage of the family morality to kidnap. However, to Ying Lu Wei's surprise, Ying Zijin looks at her for a second and says "OK." Ying Luwei wants to be all blocked, she pinches the palm, some unwilling to take the girl to the milk tea shop. At this time, there were many people in the milk tea shop, most of them were Qingzhi students. Because of what happened on Weibo, no one in Qingzhi doesn't know Ying Zijin any more. After all, the beauty is so amazing that it can't be ignored. Zhong Manhua and Mrs. Ying sat at a table inside, some of them tied up. "At last? What a big shelf. " Old lady Ying was already impatient. She patted the table heavily and asked Wei'er to invite you in person. Did she forget her identity Zhong Manhua was embarrassed: "Mom, don't talk here. What can I do for you..." "Just say it here." Old lady Ying said with a sneer, "it's not us who are losing face." This sound shocked many customers. They all looked over, surprised and shocked. Qingzhi's students recognize Ying Luwei and whisper. "Isn't that teacher Ying? What happened to her and Ying Zijin? " "Who knows? I just heard from the elite class that Ying Zijin quarreled with the people of the Ying family and ran away from home. They couldn't come back." "Ah? No, isn't she an adopted daughter? Can you be so headstrong? " Ying Luwei tried to smile on her lips, but she said: "Mom, sister-in-law is right, we'd better go home..." Before they finished, a list was thrown in front of them. It is marked with the number of ml of blood donated in a certain year and month, which is so clear that it can no longer be clear. Ying Luwei is stunned, and panic suddenly rises in her heart. "Since you want to see me, you can settle the matter by the way." Ying Zijin raises an eye, "rhnull gold blood has no price and no market, I calculate you 25000 100ml." Hear gold blood of time, Ying Lu Wei's brain hummed for a while, she didn't have time to stop Ying Zi Jin to continue to say. "This year, without my consent, you forced me to draw blood 13 times, 200ml each time, a total of 650000." The whole milk tea shop was silent for a moment. Ying Zijin put one hand in his pocket, and his tone was indifferent as if it had nothing to do with him: "here are three minutes. Now, pay."
