True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 217 Take the initiative to send a hug, Ying Yuexuan is the dove occupying the magpie’s nest [2 more]

   "Hmm." Ying Ziyan nodded, "When did you agree to meet?"

  "Let me see." Rita took out her phone, glanced at the calendar, frowned, "August 23rd, tusk, it's too much trouble. I have to stay in China for more than ten days."

  Today is August 7, and there are still 16 days before the date agreed upon by her and the First Poisoner.

  Rita is also confused, why the first poisonist suddenly changed the meeting place.

   also happens to be in China.

  Originally, they should have met on this island last night.

  But after she finished the test, the first poisoner changed the place and time of meeting.

  "Location?"

   "Shanghai City."

   Ying Zijin's expression paused slightly: "Shanghai?"

  "You are also weird, right?" Rita spread her hands, "I think how can a hunter of this level live in your imperial capital, or live in seclusion in the mountains."

  The ancient martial arts world and the ancient medical world are both in the imperial capital.

  It's just that ordinary people can't find it, and can't get in if they find it.

"However, it's not impossible." Rita said again, "I don't know if you know that the last spear **** ranking seventh, died in Shanghai, and the Yinmenghui has not found out who did it. "

  The sun gradually dazzled, and Ying Zijin put on his hat: "I know."

   "So I wondered if it was the first poisoner who killed him." Rita analyzed it very carefully, "You see, only the poisoner can kill people invisible, and they can leave no evidence at all."

  Ying Ziying was slightly silent.

  She can't refute this.

  The seventh in the gun **** list, she really killed it.

  However, she didn't clean up the scene either. There was no evidence. Fu Yunshen should have helped her clean up the end.

   "Anyway, thanks to him, when he died, I was still in the rankings." Rita lifted her hair, with a variety of styles, "So I am eighty-eight."

   "Ning Shenhua, I can send you it." Ying Ziying groaned, "But I have one condition."

   "You said, I can be satisfied."

   "I will follow you to meet this first poisoner."

   "Yes, no problem." Rita directly agreed, "We are the deal. I will ask her to see my father."

  Ying Zijin's eyes moved slightly.

   "Wait, I have something to give you." Rita beckoned to the middle-aged man not far away, "Myron, bring things."

  The middle-aged man hurriedly stepped forward, and he carried a box.

  "This is a gun in my collection." Rita opened the box. "It works, but it's not powerful, because its shell is made of gold and diamonds. It looks good."

   "You accept it as our reconciliation gift."

  Ying Zijin did not refuse, she pointed to the side: "These are for you."

  Lita picked up one of the small jars: "What is this?"

"Whitening Mask."

The four words    made Rita decisively put it away. She blew her whistle and laughed: "Oriental beauties, if you have time, I invite you to eat macaroni at our place."

  She waved her hand and boarded another plane.

  **

  Five hours later.

  The plane arrived in Shanghai again.

  The weather in August is very sultry and the stove is average.

  "Let’s go, kid, see you off." Fu Yun patted her on the head deeply, "I have been tired these days, go home and have a good night's sleep."

   Yunshan was very witty and did not follow. He left under the pretext that he was going to do errands.

  The two went back in the car.

  In the middle of the journey, Ying Zijin saw someone selling mung bean soup and sour plum soup on the side of the road. She was an old woman.

  She was sitting on a small bench with two boxes in front of her.

   "I'm going to buy a drink." Ying Ziying turned his head, "Do you want to drink?"

  She seems to have never seen him drink any drinks other than health tea.

   "Yeah." Fu Yunshen did not refuse this time, and stopped the car. "You buy room temperature, the stomach is important."

  Ling Ziying got out of the car and walked to the front of the stall.

  She took two cups of mung bean soup, and she had to scan the QR code to pay.

  The old grandma wiped her hands with a towel, and then hesitated: "Little girl, do you have cash?"

  嬴子衿 looked up: "Cash?"

  Now it is generally online transfer, and few people bring cash.

   "It's nothing." The grandmother sighed, "The current technology is too advanced, I don't understand anything. My son helped me get this payment code."

She wiped the reddish corners of her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed: "All those who scan the QR code and pay are also scanned to him. Today I want to buy a dish and stew a soup for my wife, so I want to ask if you have any. cash."

  Ling Zijin's hand paused, and she saw that her counterpart's head was a middle-aged person.

  Obviously it is not the grandma’s own WeChat account.

   Her eyes closed slightly, she knew what was going on.

   Seeing her silence, the old grandma said hurriedly: "If there is nothing, it's okay, just transfer the account."

   "Yes, grandma." Fu Yunshen didn't know when he came over, and took out a dozen pieces of 100 yuan in cash from his wallet, smiled, "You take it."

  "Too much, too much." The grandmother had never seen so much money. She was taken aback and hurriedly pushed away, "A cup of mung bean soup costs four yuan, eight yuan is fine."

   "You can't even buy half a chicken for eight yuan." Fu Yun raised his eyelashes, "In this way, if you think I am losing, you will sell me the rest."

  The old grandma is a little at a loss.

  Fu Yunshen had bent down, picked up the bag and started filling mung bean soup and sour plum soup, with a faint voice: "Your son won't give you money?"

  The old grandmother lowered her head and sighed: "He is also working hard, maybe forgot, how can parents and children care about it."

  嬴子衿 watched the movements of the two, raised his hand and pressed his heart.

  She has always been aware that there is a big defect in her body, and she has no heart.

  This heart does not refer to organs.

   is the heart that can make people feel emotional about external objects.

  She knows what love is, what hate is, and also has emotions, but she can't perceive it.

  In terms of feelings, she is like a robot.

  But at this moment, she seems to be able to feel this kind of human warmth.

  It seems that she is slowly recovering.

  After buying all the mung bean soup and sour plum soup, Fu Yunshen carried the bag: "Enough for you to drink for a long time."

  Seeing that the girl has been looking at a place, he tapped on her forehead with his fingers, and chuckled, "Yaoyao, what are you in a daze?"

   "It's nothing." Ying Zijin returned to his senses. She looked at him and suddenly raised her hand to hug him, "Thank you."

  A very ordinary action, not very ambiguous.

   Say hello to friends, meet and hug, it makes no difference.

  After all, before, he also carried his back and hugged him.

  Fu Yunshen's body was slightly taut for a moment, but it soon stretched out.

  He moved his fingers and raised his peachy eyes: "My kid, are you molesting?"

   "Don't count it, at most it is—" Ying Zijin took a cup of mung bean soup from him, still in a cold voice, "Take advantage of you."

  "……"

  **

There are two types of supplementary lessons in   Qingzhi Middle School.

  The first type is the school uniformity, and the summer vacation is one month after the exam.

  The second type is to choose to go to class or take a holiday according to the students' own opinions after the unified make-up class is finished.

  So after August, fewer people come to school.

  But those in the elite class come every day.

   "Yue Xuan, what do you want?" The girl at the same table shook her hand in front of her, "Why are you absent-minded these days?"

  Lai Yuexuan suddenly retracted her thoughts and lowered her eyes: "It's nothing, but I haven't seen my brother for a long time."

  Although Ying Tianlu didn't hear her and Zhong Manhua's conversation that day, Ying Yuexuan could feel that Ying Tianlu's attitude had changed for her.

  Before, when Ying Tianlu didn't leave Shanghai to start a business, she would send her to school, but this time she didn't.

  嬴玥萱 somewhat puzzled.

  She thought about it later, even if Ying Tianlu knew that she was not his sister, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

   After all, Zhong Manhua and Ying Zhenting knew that they were still very good to her.

  "Your brother?" The girl didn't ask much, but just said casually, "There may be something to be busy, don't take it to heart."

   Ying Yuexuan responded, and then began to write the paper.

  The girl still said: "Yue Xuan, you can rest assured that although your family adopted Ying Zizhen, she is also very good, but you are your own."

  "How can this adopted person compare with her own? She can't even count as a dove occupying a magpie's nest."

Yan Yuexuan suddenly raised her head, and Wen Tun's tone became serious for the first time: "Such things are not allowed."

  The girl was taken aback, and quickly changed the subject: "Yue Xuan, I heard that Mu Chenzhou lives in your house now, how is it?"

  Zhong Zhiwan has brought Mu Chenzhou to Qingzhi several times, and they have all seen them.

   is indeed the son-in-law cultivated by the big family of the imperial capital, and he is full of fame in every move.

  "How about what?" Ying Yuexuan didn't feel anything. "There is a difference between men and women. I haven't touched him much, and I don't like him."

  The girl was puzzled now: "Why?"

   Ying Yuexuan finished writing a paper: "Because he doesn't like his sister."

  "Ying Zijin?" The girl was taken aback, and understood, "It is estimated that Zhong Zhiwan also said something in front of him, alas, why didn't she see that she was such a person in the first place."

  **

  Wen's house.

After Ying Zijin arrived at the community, Fu Yunshen did not leave, but sent her upstairs.

  She had just arrived in front of the door, and the key had just been inserted, her eyes changed suddenly.

Wen Fengmian heard the sound of the key being inserted into the door bolt, and he walked over to open the door: "Yaoyao, I'm back."

  Ling Zijin looked up and glanced around in this room of only 60 square meters.

  There is no figure of Wen Tinglan.

  　Good morning~

  　　 Monday, ask for a ticket~

  (End of this chapter)