True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 166 The vest is about to fall, and the Jiang family retires [2 more]

  "……"

  Unexpectedly, he heard this sentence on the other end of the phone, and fell silent for a while.

  Fu Yunshen was not in a hurry, so he leaned back in his chair and looked up at the window.

  The sun is warm, as if it has spanned many years.

  After a long, long period of silence, a voice came from the phone.

   "In theory, this is possible, but the possibility is low to zero." The other side said, "This world is not as we see it. It does have supernatural places."

  Fu Yun gave a deep hum.

   went on to say: “Otherwise, there will be no alchemy and ancient medicine and ancient martial arts. The end of science is theology, and there is still no way to answer all the mysteries of life.”

   "So—" Fu Yun thoughtfully looked at the post that had replied to Qianlou, "It exists."

   "I said, the possibility is zero, no matter how supernatural, we still have to talk about science.

  Fu Yun looked lazy, swiping the mouse, refreshing the post, and pulling it to the end.

  [1241 Floor]: It’s no wonder the original poster thinks like this. The score of "Song of the Fei Leng Cui" is equivalent to not having it. It is not Vera Hall herself. How did you know it?

  Fu Yun's deep eyes moved slightly.

Yes.

  He has been thinking about it for a long time since he heard Ying Ziying play "Holy War".

  But everything needs evidence, he just guesses out of thin air, it's useless.

  But this kind of thing, you can’t really ask me directly.

  Fu Yun groaned deeply and prepared to post.

  At this time, another new post appeared.

  This post is automatically marked in red, but it is not at the top.

  All ID users whose account level is above SS level have such a privilege.

   [@只爱钱: Retreat and resurrection, what is resurrection from death, is really nonsense, you said that there is no music score? I'm sorry, a while ago, we just sold the music scores, and some people in Hua Guo bought them too. If you don't believe me, ask a few people in the forum, they also bought them. 】

  As long as they are not new, there are no users who do not know this ID in the hidden section.

  This is the ID of the person in charge of the Laurent family.

  Of course, this post will not be made by this person in power.

  After all, this person in power is only interested in money, and other things will only be left to the people under him.

  SS-level users post, NOK's system will also remind all other users.

  The forum exploded directly.

  [1st floor]: Fuck, I was surprised to see a big boss.

  [2nd floor]: What? Does the Laurent family have scores?

  ……

  [77th floor]: Is it weird that the Laurent family has scores? Vera Hall is the literary and artistic master who was funded by the ancestors of the Laurent family.

  [78th floor]: …I forgot who I heard said that the piano piece "Song of the Fei Leng Cui" was specially written by Vera Hall for the Laurent family.

  [79th floor]: So that’s the case, it’s not surprising, I can only say that the performer from Hua Guo is a genius.

  ……

  [109th floor]: Damn, it's your Laurent family. Can this also sell money?

  [110th floor]: I sold other people's scores. I'm really afraid that Vera will jump out of the soil and hammer you to death.

  The young servant who posted the message secretly wiped his sweat when he saw this reply.

  If you don’t say that, how can you hide it?

  That way they will be beaten to death.

  The young servant withdrew the account and heaved a sigh of relief.

  Finally, I have finished the things explained in the letter, and I can report back to the owner.

  That group of people guessed right, it was Vera Hall.

  Unfortunately, it is impossible for the outside world to know this kind of thing.

  **

  Noon.

  Jiang Moyuan received a call from the old house of the Jiang family before he was finished.

  Ms. Jiang called him.

  Since Mr. Jiang passed away, Mrs. Jiang has moved into the Buddhist hall.

  Eating Zhaili Buddha with all his heart, no one sees much.

  This is the first time Mrs. Jiang called him in recent years.

  Jiang Moyuan frowned.

  Old Mrs. Jiang's tone was very bad, but she didn't say anything on the phone, only that he should go there immediately.

  "Tell others that I have something to do and the afternoon meeting will be postponed." Jiang Moyuan glanced at the watch on his wrist and called the secretary, "That list, be careful."

  The secretary nodded hurriedly, paused, and then whispered: "San Ye, Miss Luwei has been waiting for you outside for a long time."

  Hearing these words, Jiang Moyuan's push of the door stopped.

  The secretary lowered his head and didn't know what to say.

  What happened yesterday is really unexpected.

  No one thought that an adopted daughter from the country, the piano level is almost equal to those top pianists.

  Ying Luwei directly became a joke.

  Not to mention a storm on the Internet, which stripped out all the things she had done.

  The years are quiet on the surface, and the heart is extremely vicious.

   is not worthy of Jiang Moyuan at all.

   "I see." Jiang Moyuan had no expression, and walked out directly.

   Ying Luwei sat in the waiting area outside and cried for a long time. After seeing the man coming out, she wiped her tears, and immediately rushed to hug him, her voice cried: "Mo Yuan!"

  The secretary who followed out frowned.

If    is placed before, it doesn’t matter.

  But now Ying Luwei's reputation is so stinky, and the proud piano technology is also marketed, so why are you embarrassed to stick to their third master?

  The secretary uttered displeasedly: "Miss Luwei, you--"

  The following words have not been said yet.

  I saw that Jiang Moyuan pulled Ying Luwei away without any pity, and took his arm out of her embrace.

  Suddenly, Ying Luwei was stunned for a while, then looked at him incredulously, her voice trembling: "...Mo Yuan?"

   "Our marriage contract has not yet been concluded, it is just an engagement." Jiang Moyuan saw that her eyes were no longer the warmth of the day, only a coldness, "The company is a public place, pay attention."

  After finishing speaking, Jiang Moyuan didn't look at Ying Luwei's expression, took the suit jacket from the secretary's hand, and walked away.

  The secretary escorted Jiang Mo to the door, then turned around and smiled apologetically at Ying Luwei: "Miss Luwei, please recognize your current situation. The Ying family will protect you, but the Jiang family will not."

  The polite but contemptuous tone is the same as before when he spoke to Yingzijian.

  Ying Luwei's face instantly turned pale: "You...what do you mean?"

  The secretary didn't speak any more, so she asked Ying Luwei out.

  **

  When Jiang Moyuan arrived at the Buddhist hall, Mrs. Jiang was kneeling on the futon with her back to him, praying to the Buddha.

  A few minutes later, Old Lady Jiang slowly got up: "Moyuan, there is something, Mom thinks it's better for you to know."

  Jiang Moyuan frowned: "Mom, what's the matter?"

  Old lady Jiang with a cold face, she threw a letter in front of him: "This is someone who has been sent to the Buddhist hall early this morning. You can see for yourself."

  Jiang Moyuan took it, and it took a full ten minutes to read the contents of the envelope.

  His body suddenly tightened, and for the first time there was a feeling of stiffness.

  How can this kind of thing...

   "The Jiang family doesn't need this kind of depraved mistress." Old Madam Jiang sat down and took a sip of tea. "I was not satisfied with her originally. There are so many ladies in Shanghai, can't I find someone who is not sick?"

  Said, she sighed: "But you can't hold back your liking, if you still want to like her, then--"

   "Mom decides this matter." Jiang Moyuan interrupted Mrs. Jiang's words, "I will do everything to my mother."

   "Good, good." Madam Jiang smiled. "After all, this marriage contract was also made by your father. It's not very good for you to withdraw in person. Mom will help you."

  Jiang Moyuan's thin lips slightly pursed.

  For some reason, he was relieved.

  "Go to the Ying's house another day to visit." Mrs. Jiang said again, "Although I don't know who sent this letter, they must know it too."

   "In this matter, the Ying family was also the victim. Poor Xiao Xuan, this happened to him."

  Ms. Jiang has seen a lot of people, but she has never seen someone like Ying Luwei who has been so vicious since she was a child.

   Jiang Moyuan's lips moved, and he didn't speak.

  He knew about the real and fake daughters of the Ying family, and also knew that the one who was stolen by Ying Luwei and thrown away was Ying Zijin.

  That’s why he felt an inexplicable anger and regret just now.

  However, the Ying family didn't plan to make this kind of thing public, and he didn't need to tell Mrs. Jiang.

  **

  After school in the afternoon, all the students from Class 19 went to the celebration banquet of Yingzijin.

  When they arrived at the reserved hotel, they were shocked.

  I thought it was an ordinary luxury restaurant, but I didn’t expect it to be Han Pavilion.

  Today, the scattered people who attended the celebration banquet add up to 80 people, which is more than the number of guests that Han Pavilion entertains in a month.

  The little brother was very excited, he lowered his voice, "Father Ying, do you have a leg with the master of Han Pavilion?"

  Han Pavilion doesn't even take care of the wealthy members of the imperial capital. If the owner hadn't spoken, they could come without reservation.

  嬴子衴 looked at him, she glanced thoughtfully at the man who was talking to the waiter, unhurriedly: "It won't be enough for one leg."

  The little brother was at a loss: "Huh?"

   "At most one hand."

  "……"

  The little brother scratched his head, and he didn’t even think about it anymore: “No matter what, it’s not my bleeding today, I want to eat enough.”

  He swaggered in and jumped happily twice.

"Hey, although I don't have any desire to eat, Hange is indeed a must in the catering industry." Xiu Yu put his hand on Ying Zijin's shoulder, "But Ying, father, you love to eat so much, will you have to do it in the future? Find someone who can cook?"

  Ling Zijin glanced at her, and pulled her hand down.

  "..." Xiu Yu shifted her gaze, read Weibo and watched, suddenly she shouted, "Look at Weibo, Ying Luwei! She has something wrong again!"

Give your baby say it, Updated: eight and five pm, a three-shift nine thousand words ~

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  　　 Song Xiwu had just finished solving the scumbag and was about to be promoted and raised to the pinnacle of his life. He was extremely happy and sorrowful, and was dragged into the terrible examination room world in a blink of an eye.

  　　 The system wants her to eliminate her husband's malicious value!

  　　 Song Xiwu: "……"

  　　 As soon as she became single, she turned her head and gave her a husband?

  　　 When I first saw him, the man was as handsome as a heavenly man, staring at her tenderly and affectionately: "Xixi, nothing matters to you."

  　　 [Ding~Please note, classmates, your spouse’s malicious value towards you is 88%, and I hate it so much~]

  　　 Song Xiwu: "……"

  　　, I can’t afford to love to love!

  (End of this chapter)