Could it be possible to rely on that dude Fu Yunshen?
How long can it last?
Thinking of Jiang Moyuan's attitude towards her these past few days, Ying Luwei became even more flustered.
Although she also knew that Jiang Group lost a lot due to the turmoil in the stock market, she was still a little scared.
Originally, Mrs. Jiang was not particularly satisfied with her because she suffered from hemophilia, but because she was the number one socialite in Shanghai, she agreed.
Therefore, she must not make any mistakes before she married into Jiang's family.
Although this Weibo incident will not affect her status and reputation in the aristocratic circle, there will always be gossip.
Mrs. Ying got a daughter like Ying Luwei only when she was old. The whole Ying family loved her very much, and they couldn't bear to let Ying Luwei suffer any grievances.
"Haven't gotten through the phone call yet?" Mrs. Ying looked at Zhong Manhua at the side 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 it is really kind of them to insist on adopting an adopted daughter.
Ask her to tell me how much blood to donate and how much to give.
Clearance is the best.
If it wasn't about Ying Luwei, Mrs. Ying wouldn't condescend to come to the small street shop selling milk tea.
Zhong Manhua was also very irritable.
Her phone has been blocked. Even if she changed the number, Ying Zijin hung up the phone the first time she heard her voice, and then blocked her.
She bit the bullet and went to find Mr. Zhong, trying to get him to come forward, but she also hit a wall.
Mr. Zhong scolded her directly, saying that she didn't know good from bad, and couldn't distinguish between close and distant, so how could she have the face to look for her again?
"Mom, don't worry, don't worry." Ying Luwei comforted Mrs. Ying, "Xiaojin and sister-in-law are angry, don't blame sister-in-law."
She glanced at the watch on her wrist and smiled: "It's 5:40, and Qingzhi will be out of school in ten minutes. We will wait here and we will definitely see Xiaojin."
Mrs. Ying gave Zhong Manhua a cold look, and then her face softened a little: "Wei'er is still sensible."
Ying Luwei didn't speak any more, her eyes were fixed on the school gate.
No matter what method she uses, she must get Ying Zijin to withdraw the lawsuit.
**
After sleeping in a self-study class, Ying Zijin regained his energy.
Just when it was time to leave school, the students walked out in twos and threes.
She yawned, stood up, didn't pack up her books, just hung her schoolbag on her shoulders, picked up her school uniform jacket, and walked out unhurriedly.
Next to the bulletin board downstairs in the teaching building, people from the student union are decorating the board newspaper.
Zhong Zhiwan is the head of the organization department, holding a folder and directing.
She tied her hair behind her ears, turned her corner of the eye, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the girl coming out of the stairs directly in front.
Slender legs, slender waist, every curve is perfect.
One of the buttons of the shirt was undone, loosely, revealing the clear butterfly bones, and the skin was soft and soft.
It can be called stunning.
?It caused students in every grade to look back frequently, and their attention was all attracted.
Zhong Zhiwan lowered his head, his eyes fixed.
The head of the Cultural and Propaganda Department is a girl, and she is very envious: "Ying Zijin has changed a lot. She used to walk with her head down all the time, but I didn't realize that she is so good-looking."
It is so beautiful that people don't even have the idea of ??jealousy.
Zhong Zhiwan's expression was calm: "Don't look, hurry up and go home after work."
The girl withdrew her gaze reluctantly, and began to gossip again: "By the way, Ying Zijin even signed up for this art festival."
Zhong Zhiwan frowned: "Has she signed up for the art festival?"
"Not only did she sign up, she also applied for several projects." The girl said, "In addition to calligraphy and Chinese painting, she even applied for oil painting, which is too good."
"You're overthinking." Zhong Zhiwan shook his head, "She's probably out of money."
The girl was taken aback: "Lack of money?"
"She had a quarrel with my aunt, and she ran away from home." Zhong Zhiwan absentmindedly drew something on the paper, "Maybe because the art festival has a lot of prize money, so I want to try it."
She didn't think that Ying Zijin knew any art.
Whether it is calligraphy or traditional Chinese painting, in order to achieve attainments, talent is not enough, and a good teacher is also needed.
But people in a small county, how can they have the financial resources to invite famous masters???
"That's it" The girl thought it was a pity, "I thought she was the one who signed up."
Zhong Zhiwan's eyelashes drooped, and after a long while, he suddenly said, "Give me the registration form for the art festival."
The girl was surprised: "Zhiwan, you want to sign up? Don't you despise these things?"
Zhong Zhiwan is not short of money, nor does he need to use the art festival as a springboard to contact art masters.
After all, she has been exposed to these since she was a child, and the Zhong family also hired the best teacher.
Zhong Zhiwan smiled lightly: "It's nothing, just for fun."
**
When Ying Zijin walked to the school gate, the phone rang.
It was a message from an unknown number.
[Hello, Ms. Ying, I am your psychologist. Are you free on the 20th?] Let's make an appointment to meet]
Very official tone.
No signature either.
Ying Zijin was about to reply "No time, thank you", when she narrowed her eyes, a white mist suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
?Scenes of the future passed by, and then disappeared quickly.
She paused her fingers, raised her eyebrows, and changed her mind.
[Yes, five o'clock in the afternoon. ¡¿
Over there came back quickly.
¡¾Okay, I will be there on time and look forward to meeting you. ¡¿
Ying Zijin was waiting for the red light with her mobile phone in her hand. When she turned her eyes slightly, she saw Ying Luwei rushing across the road.
"Xiao Jin!"
The girl turned sideways to avoid it.
Ying Luwei staggered, almost fell, and her hands froze in the air.
But she reacted quickly, with a smile on her lips, worried: "Xiao Jin, where have you been these days? Why don't you say anything, we are all worried about you."
"Well, I understand." Ying Zijin nodded, "I'm worried that you will die if you don't have a living blood bank."
Ying Luwei's smile couldn't be maintained now, and her usual soft expression was also broken.
She never expected that Ying Zijin would say such straightforward words.
Especially now that there are many students waiting at the red light, several of them have heard this sentence and are looking at her with strange eyes.
The thorns on her back made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.
Ying Luwei pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Xiao Jin, I don't care if you complain to me, but my mother and sister-in-law are waiting for you over there, can you go and see me?"
She had already figured it out, if Ying Zijin refused, with so many people around, she could use family affection and morality to kidnap her.
However, to Ying Luwei's surprise, Ying Zijin looked at her for a second and said "OK."
All Ying Luwei's thoughts were blocked, she pinched her palms, and took the girl to the milk tea shop with some reluctance.
At this time, there are quite a lot of people in the milk tea shop, most of them are students of Qingzhi.
Because of the incident on Weibo, no one in Qingzhi knows Ying Zijin now. After all, his appearance is too amazing to be ignored.
Zhong Manhua and Mrs. Ying sat at a table inside, with their hands tied.
"It's finally here? It's really a big air." Mrs. Ying was impatient for a long time, she patted the table again, "And let Wei Er invite you in person, forgetting her identity?"
Zhong Manhua was embarrassed: "Mom, don't talk about it here, go back if you have something to do"
"Just say it here." Mrs. Ying refused to let go, and sneered, "It's not us who are ashamed."
This sound alarmed many customers.
They all looked over, surprised and astonished.
Qingzhi's students recognized Ying Luwei and whispered.
"Isn't that Teacher Ying? What happened to her and Ying Zijin?"
"Who knows, I heard from the elite class that Ying Zijin had a quarrel with members of the Ying family, and ran away from home, and couldn't invite her back."
"Ah? No way, isn't she an adopted daughter? Can she be so capricious?"
Ying Luwei tried hard to suppress the smile on her lips, but said on her face: "Mom, sister-in-law is right, we'd better go home"
Before the words were finished, a list was thrown in front of the three of them.
The number of milliliters of blood donated in a certain year and month is marked on it, which is so clear that it cannot be clearer.
Ying Luwei was taken aback for a moment, and panic suddenly surged in her heart.
"Since you want to see me, let's settle this matter by the way." Ying Zijin raised his eyes, "rhnull gold blood is priceless and has no market, I count you twenty-five thousand 100ml."
When she heard the golden blood, Ying Luwei's mind froze for a moment, and she didn't have time to stop Ying Zijin from continuing.
"This year, without my consent, you forced me to draw blood thirteen times, 200ml each time, totaling 650,000 yuan."
""
The whole milk tea shop fell silent in an instant.
Ying Zijin put one hand in his pocket, and his tone was so indifferent as if he had nothing to do with it: "I'll give you three minutes, now, send money." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)Lu Wei's mind froze for a moment, and she didn't have time to stop Ying Zijin from continuing.
"This year, without my consent, you forced me to draw blood thirteen times, 200ml each time, totaling 650,000 yuan."
""
The whole milk tea shop fell silent in an instant.
Ying Zijin put one hand in his pocket, and his tone was so indifferent as if it had nothing to do with him: "I'll give you three minutes, now, send money." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com