But when he took a second look, the figure was gone.

There is an endless stream of vehicles coming and going on the road.

It was as if it was just his hallucination.

Jiang Moyuan's eyes sank.

He didn't think he was wrong, but if it was really that person, what was he doing in Shanghai?

Jiang Moyuan extinguished the cigarette, his heart was heavy, and the whole person was even more irritable.

There was a knock on the office door at this time.

Jiang Moyuan came back to his senses, put the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and sat back in his seat: "Come in." ”

"Third Master." The secretary cautiously walked over, "Miss Picture Screen is downstairs, please go down." ”

Jiang painting screen?

Hearing this name, Jiang Moyuan was quite surprised.

Although Jiang Huaping is his second sister, because Jiang Huaping went to the imperial capital very early, they are not familiar with each other, and there is no intersection.

What's more, the two are half-siblings again.

Old man Jiang had a total of three wives, the first wife died not long after marrying into the Jiang family, and Jiang Huaping was born to the second wife of Old Man Jiang.

Jiang Moyuan frowned.

Although he didn't know Jiang Huaping's intentions, he still went down.

Next to the first floor of the Jiang Group Building, there is an open-air café where employees can drink coffee and refreshments for free during breaks.

Jiang Huaping sat on the outermost.

Dressed in a celadon-colored cheongsam, with a light green bracelet on her fair-skinned wrist, her posture is quiet and elegant.

It seems to pour a curtain of smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sound of rain is loud.

Jiang Moyuan sat down opposite her, his long legs overlapped, and his tone was detached: "Something?" ”

Jiang Huaping put down the teacup, didn't care about his attitude, and went straight to the point: "I heard that you brought the little girl Ying Zijin from Qingshui County to Hucheng?" ”

Jiang Moyuan's expression changed, and he was a little cold: "What do you want to say?" ”

"It's nothing, just to inform you, this little girl, I like it very much." Jiang Huaping raised his eyebrows and smiled shallowly, "I was planning to accept her as my goddaughter, I can't see her being wronged, if you bully her again, don't blame me for being rude." ”

The last Mrs. Jiang was from Jiangnan, so Jiang Huaping also spoke Wu Nong's soft language, but she still had the killing spirit of Old Man Jiang when he was young.

Soft and ruthless.

Jiang Moyuan's eyes changed sharply, and after a while, he sneered: "I bullied her? ”

He loosened his bow tie and looked indifferent: "You have only been back in Shanghai for a few days, don't listen to it, I don't want to worry about you more, the person who has been bullied and wronged has always been Lu Wei." ”

"As soon as she came, she was taken to Ying's house and was wronged?"

Jiang Huaping smiled and groaned: "It's good that you're happy, after all, it's not your fault that you were born blind." ”

Jiang Moyuan's face was even colder, and he didn't want to say anything more at all, so he turned around and left.

Jiang Huaping was not angry, thoughtful, and said to himself: "It's good that it's not a mother, otherwise I would have doubted my IQ." ”

If it weren't for a cyber violence in the past few days, she wouldn't have been idle enough to come to Jiang Moyuan.

After all, she didn't have a good impression of Jiang Moyuan's mother and son.

Old Man Jiang also went early, and she had no feelings for the Jiang family.

Jiang Huaping poured a cup of tea again, and then read the fashion magazine.

**

Qingzhi Middle School was very efficient, and Ying Feifei's dismissal was soon noticed.

In order to warn the students, the principal posted it on the campus bulletin board and asked every class to watch it.

Xiu Yu walked into the class with a stack of registration forms, and threw it on the podium casually: "The art festival is coming, you see if you are interested in signing up, if not, sell it to the waste collectors, and then buy a bag of potato chips for our father." ”

As one of the top three schools in the country, Qingzhi Middle School attaches great importance to the all-round development of students.

Even the festival is a big event, with well-known artists in the industry and large prizes to the winning students.

For students who are gifted in painting, calligraphy, sculpture, music, dance, etc., the festival is an opportunity that cannot be missed.

However, most of the students in Class 19 were not interested in this and would not participate in the choir competition.

Because the situation of Class 19 is too special, the principal can't say anything.

Ying Zijin was leaning back in the chair and resting with her eyes closed.

Xiu Yu walked over: "Daddy Ying, do you participate in those competitions of the art festival?" ”

Ying Zijin yawned sleepily: "Don't go." ”

She went to Shaoren Hospital again yesterday and helped see a few cases.

It wasn't tricky for her, but it was quite tiring.

Her body is still too weak at the moment, and it is not possible to make up for it overnight after having blood drawn so many times in a year.

So during this period of time, she was very sleepy.

If you use the power of divine calculation too many times, your body will also be damaged.

Fortunately, it is the 21st century, and there are not as many disasters as in the ancient O period.

"Just don't go." Xiu Yu nodded and sighed, "It's like this calligraphy competition, the first place is only 100,000, isn't this just to send ......?"

Before she could finish speaking, a copy of the registration form in her hand was taken.

The girl opened her eyes, her eyelashes were still stained with mist, and her voice was low and hazy.

"Well, I'll go."

Xiu Yu: "......"

She was incredulous: "Isn't it, Daddy, are you so short of money?" ”

"It's lacking." Ying Zijin picked up the pen and began to fill out the registration form.

There are too many things she wants to buy, just a rare medicinal herb, the price is more than 10 million, and there is still no market.

You can have 100,000 yuan for a single word, which is easier than curing a disease.

Don't be in vain.

Xiu Yu scratched his head: "Daddy, what do you want to report?" ”

She came over curiously, and saw that all the entries were ticked except for the competitions that needed to be present, such as dancing and singing.

Xiu Yu: "......"

Damn, is this still human?

She found that she might still be underestimating their father's strength.

Xiu Yu's gaze moved downward: "Daddy, do you know how to paint oil?" ”

Oil painting is a type of Western painting, which originated in Ozhou and was later introduced to China.

In order to cultivate sentiment, most of the wealthy ladies studied Chinese painting.

There are very few people who can paint oil.

"Hmm." Ying Zijin said casually, "I learned from Chino before." ”

Hearing this name, Xiu Yu was silent for a while, and after a while, she said sincerely: "Dad, you are so humorous." ”

She doesn't like to study, but she is interested in art and knows a lot of famous people in history.

Chino Feng was an artist in the ancient O period, and he was extremely famous and left many paintings.

His style is unique and no one has yet imitated it.

But it has been dead for hundreds of years, and the bones are all ashes.

Ying Zijin raised his eyebrows and shook his head regretfully.

In these years, no one believes the truth.

"Alright." Ying Zijin signed his name.

She calculated that she could have hundreds of thousands of dollars with her hands, so she had a high impression of Qingzhi.

Very generous a school.

That's nice.

Xiu Yu sighed faintly: "Daddy Ying, tell me honestly, is there anything in this world that you won't know?" ”

"Huh?" Ying Zijin raised his head, lazy, "That's a lot." ”

"For example?"

Yingzi shook her head: "For example, I can't make delicious cookies." ”

“……”

Xiu Yu glanced at Jiang Ran, who was sleeping, and suddenly felt some sympathy for him.

If you have to compare it with the pervert of Ying Dad, it's no wonder that she is autistic.

People are more angry than people.

Xiu Yu collected the registration form and handed it over to the art group office.

**

Ying Luwei sat in a bubble tea shop outside the gate of Qingzhi School, restless.

Today is March 15th, and the day after tomorrow is the trial.

Although she said that she had washed herself perfectly, didn't Ying Zijin slap her fans in the face?

What does this make her friends think of her?

Moreover, there are several parents of underage fans who blame her for maliciously instigating fans, saying that they want to sue her, and they were forcibly settled by her with money.

Ying Luwei frowned, very unhappy in her heart.

She always felt that something had gone wrong since Ying Zijin woke up in the hospital last time.

Is it because she pressed too hard, causing Ying Zijin, a silent and introverted person, to explode?

But if she doesn't force it, she has long nights and dreams, and she is always afraid that something will happen.

"Mom, what should I do?" Ying Luwei pursed her lips, "Xiaojin refuses to withdraw the lawsuit, and we can't get through the relationship, if this is really a trial, in Shanghai in the future, the face of the Ying family will ......"

Like Zhong Manhua, Mrs. Ying pays the most attention to face.

For the sake of face, other unimportant things can be sacrificed.

Hearing this, Old Madam Ying's face sank: "Wei'er, don't worry, this matter will definitely not go to the court." ”

"But......" Ying Luwei hesitated, very embarrassed, "We can't even see Xiaojin's people." ”

She really didn't expect that Ying Zijin would have the courage to move out of Ying's house directly without taking anything.

Leaving the Ying family, how can I live without money and power?

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