True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 81 Kneeling directly to the master Ying

  His dad has just walked through the line of life and death. What if something happens?

  The middle-aged man no longer looked at the girl, frowning: "Dad, can you not put everyone in the house?"

  Sheng Qingtang did not respond. He looked at the pill that fell on the floor, and everyone was stunned.

  A few seconds later, he finally reacted and slapped the middle-aged man's bald head with anger.

   "Idiot! Do you know this is the elixir that Miss Ying gave you Lao Tzu?"

  "Is it because your laozi doesn’t stay up late to eat vegetables and has a better living habit than you, and you are afraid that you will send you away if you live?"

  The middle-aged man was photographed and dumbfounded: "What's the elixir? Dad, I said it all, you watch less..."

   "Shut up!" Sheng Qingtang slapped it again, "This is the genius doctor Ying, without her, you have already seen the king of Yan."

  The middle-aged man was stunned again: "Dad, you said this little girl is a genius doctor? Didn't you lie to me?"

   "Nonsense." Sheng Qingtang was out of breath, "Hurry up and pick up the medicine."

  As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man fell to his knees with a "plop".

  "The genius doctor Ying..." He cried when he said, "You are my reborn parent. Without you, I really don't know what to do."

  Mr. Sheng: "……"

  His biological father seems to be still there, right?

  "My dad is cheated by selling health products every day. The more he cheated, the more courage he got. I thought you were too." The middle-aged man wiped his tears, "I'm really sorry, I apologize to you."

  He thought that his dad would not be able to make it through, but he didn't expect a miracle to happen.

  Don't say kneel, you can kill him.

  嬴子衿 couldn't bear the enthusiasm, and took a step back: "It's all right, you get up."

  Sheng Qingtang collected his pills, wiped it distressedly, swallowed it in one bite, and was still annoyed: "Let him kneel."

   "The genius doctor Ying, it is my negligence that I have not been able to see you." The middle-aged man was ashamed, "It's almost night, why don't you stay for a meal?"

   "No need." Ying Ziying shook his head slightly, "I want to go back to school."

   "That's good, that's good." The middle-aged man hurriedly got up, "I will send Miss Ying."

  Ling Zijin picked up the scroll she had placed on the coffee table and was about to leave.

  Sheng Qingtang's eyes were sharp, and he blurted: "Miss Ying, wait!"

  嬴子衿turned back.

   "I can smell the fragrance of ink." Sheng Qingtang rubbed his hands, "Dare to ask Miss Ying what the finest calligraphy is in her hands?"

  Ying Ziyan nodded: "Just write and play."

  "Can I see it?" Sheng Qingtang coughed slightly, "This unfilial son hasn't let me touch a pen for a long time."

  The middle-aged man was speechless: "Dad, you need to light your face. It's obviously you who climb trees and pick fruits and fish in the water every day."

  Sheng Qingtang ignored him, carefully took the scroll from the girl and unfolded it.

   Then, I fell into a long silence.

  The middle-aged man was very surprised, and he also leaned over to take a look, shocked: "Dad, this word..."

  "Go away." Sheng Qingtang raised his head and looked solemnly, "Miss Ying, can I buy the character you wrote for a million?"

  "……"

   Ying Zijin was slightly silent: "How much did you say?"

  Sheng Qingtang thought she felt that she was not enough: "Two million is fine."

  The middle-aged person is not happy now: "Dad, why are you getting old and stingy? I think Miss Ying wrote much better than when you were young. You sold eight million yuan for a set of dog crawling characters that year."

   "Look, this word is fluent and flowing, and it has three points into the woods. It has the style of Wei and Jin Dynasty. Even if you have more than 30 years of knowledge, you may not be able to write it."

  Mr. Sheng: "……"

  Unfilial son! ! !

  "Miss Ying, please don’t be familiar with my dad. I bought your picture." The middle-aged man was bold and bold, "Ten million, I will definitely not let you lose."

  嬴子衿 pondered for a moment: "Sorry, I took this character to participate in the school art festival. If you really want it, I can write another one."

   "Take it to the art festival?" Sheng Qingtang was heartbroken, "Breaking heavenly things, violent heavenly things!"

  At the end, he reluctantly said: "Then please write another picture, Miss Ying. Shall I take a photo with this one?"

  Finally, when Ying Zijin left with ten million, he always felt that something was wrong.

  She sighed softly and pressed her head.

  Just write a word to make money, what else does she do with medicine.

  **

  Three days later.

  Noon.

  Ling Zijin received a call from Mr. Zhong.

  "Zijin, tomorrow is your birthday. Grandpa is going to hold a birthday party for you. Do you think you have time to see the dress later?"

  Hearing this, Ying Zijin remembered that her birthday was March 24th.

  When I was in Qingshui County, although the Wen family was poor, Wen Fengmian would never treat her and Wen Tinglan badly.

  So every year, they will celebrate birthdays for both of them.

  I just can’t afford cakes, there is only one scone.

  But it's also fun.

   More than a year ago, she was taken back to Ying’s house and never had another birthday.

  Because no one in the Ying family thinks of her, and Master Zhong was not in Shanghai at that time, I don’t know.

   "Grandpa, don't have to be so troublesome." Ying Ziying smiled, "You come to Wen's house and have a meal with my dad and the others. I don't like to have a big deal."

  Master Zhong was silent for a long time, before he said: "It's good or not, it's enough for family to spend time together."

   "Grandpa will pick you up from school tomorrow, and then go to Wen's house with you."

  After hanging up, Ying Ziying thought for a while and called Fu Yunshen again.

  Fu Yunshen was with Mr. Fu at the Fu's house. After answering the phone, he was quite surprised.

   "What did you say?" Old man Fu was eager, "What did my grandson-in-law tell you?"

  "First, it's not your granddaughter-in-law. Don't think about having a granddaughter-in-law with me. I'm not married."

  "……"

  "Second, it’s not for me, it’s for you." Fu Yunshen lazily said, "Yaoyao invites you to eat her birthday cake."

   "Really?" Mr. Fu was pleasantly surprised, "Zijing asked me to celebrate her birthday?"

  Fu Yun raised his eyelids and said, "You don't have to go."

   "Go and go, of course I have to go." Father Fu said sternly, "I haven't eaten cake for a long time, I'm too greedy."

  Fu Yun raised his eyebrows deeply.

   "Hey, wait." Father Fu suddenly remembered something, "Will Old Man Zhong also go?"

  Fu Yunshen didn’t answer, he said to himself: “Then I have to put the board on the board and play him two games.”

   triumphant again: "We must have won him."

  "……"

  **

  March 24.

  Just after the spring equinox, the night is still long.

  At seven o'clock, the sky was basically dark.

  Street lights gradually rise, and the lights and shadows are on and off.

  The community where Wen's family is located is not big, it is better to be quiet.

  Ling Zijin also took a fancy to this point, and bought an apartment for Wen Fengmian here.

  At this time, the top of an 18-story building not far away.

  A figure is creeping on the ground, looking at this side.

  The dark muzzle slowly lifted, facing the entrance of the building, aiming at the man's slender back.

  "Target is locked."

  　嬴子衿: I don’t understand, what's the value now

  　　 This chapter can be read in conjunction with Chapter 15

  (End of this chapter)