Chapter 62
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But when he went to see the second eye, the figure had disappeared.
There was a stream of traffic on the road.
As if it was just his illusion.
Jiang Moyuan's eyes sank.
He doesn't think he's wrong, but if it's really that person, what does he do in Shanghai?
Jiang Moyuan choked out the smoke, and his mind was heavy, which made the whole person more agitated.
The door of the office was knocked at this time.
Jiang Moyuan looked back, put the cigarette end into the ashtray, and sat back on his seat: "come in."
"Third master." The secretary came over cautiously. "Miss screen is downstairs. Please go down."
Jiang Huaping?
Jiang Moyuan was quite surprised to hear the name.
Although Jiang Huaping is his second elder sister, because Jiang Huaping went to the imperial capital very early, they are not familiar with each other and have no intersection.
What's more, they are half parents.
Mr. Jiang had three wives. The first wife passed away shortly after she married into the Jiang family. Mr. Jiang Huaping was born by his second wife.
Jiang Moyuan frowned.
Although he didn't know the purpose of Jiang Huaping, he still went down.
Next to the first floor of Jiangshi group building, there is an open-air cafe where employees can drink coffee and have tea for free during the rest period.
Jiang Huaping is sitting on the outside.
A celadon cheongsam, with a white wrist on the light green bracelet, elegant posture.
It seems to pour out a curtain of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Jiang Mo yuan sat down opposite her, his long legs overlapping and his tone alienated: "what's the matter?"
Jiang Huaping put down his tea cup and didn't care about his attitude. He said straight to the point: "I heard that you brought Ying Zijin to Shanghai from Qingshui county?"
Jiang Moyuan's face changed, a little cold: "what do you want to say?"
"Nothing, just to let you know. I like this little girl very much." Jiang Huaping raised her eyebrows and gave a shallow smile. "I'm going to take her as my daughter. I can't see her being wronged. If you bully her again, don't blame me for being impolite."
The last lady Jiang was from the south of the Yangtze River, so Jiang's painting screen was also a soft language of Wu Nong. However, in her heart, she had the spirit of killing when he was young.
Soft with hard.
Jiang Moyuan's eyes suddenly changed. After a while, he sneered: "I bully her?"
He loosened his bow tie and looked indifferent: "it's only a few days since you came back to Shanghai. Don't listen to me. I don't want to worry more about you. The bullied and wronged people are Luwei all the time."
"As soon as she came, she was picked up by the Ying family. Was she wronged?"
Jiang Huaping said with a smile: "you are happy. After all, it's not your fault to be born blind."
Jiang Moyuan's face was colder. He didn't want to say a word more, so he turned and left.
Jiang Huaping is not angry. He thinks deeply and says to himself: "fortunately, I'm not a mother, otherwise I doubt my IQ."
If it wasn't for a cyber riot these days, she wouldn't come to Jiang Moyuan in a hurry.
After all, she doesn't like Jiang Moyuan's mother and son.
Master 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.
**
the efficiency of Qingzhi middle school was rapid, and the notice of yingfeifei's dismissal came down soon.
In order to let the students take warning, the headmaster specially pasted it on the campus bulletin board and let each class watch it.
Xiuyu walked into the class with a stack of application forms and threw them on the platform: "the Art Festival is coming. You can see if you are interested in signing up. If you don't, you can sell them to waste collectors. Then you can buy a bag of potato chips for our father Ying."
As one of the top three schools in China, Qingzhi middle school attaches great importance to the all-round development of students' quality.
Even if it is an art festival, it will be held in a big way. Famous artists in the industry will be invited and large prizes will be given to the award-winning students.
For students who are gifted in painting, calligraphy, sculpture, music and dance, the festival is an opportunity that can not be missed.
However, most of the students in class 19 are not interested in it and will not participate in the chorus competition.
Because the situation of class 19 is too special, the headmaster can't say anything.
Ying Zijin is leaning on the chair and closing his eyes to rest.
Xiuyu came over and said, "father Ying, do you take part in the competitions of the Art Festival?"
Ying Zijin yawned sleepily: "don't go."
She went to Shaoren hospital again yesterday and helped to see several cases.
It's not difficult for her, but she's tired.
Her body is still too weak at present. She has drawn blood so many times in a year that she can't make up for it overnight.
So during this period of time, she was very sleepy.
If you use the ability of calculating too many times, your body will be damaged.Fortunately, this is the 21st century, and there are not as many disasters as in the ancient o continent period.
"Just don't go." Xiuyu nodded and tut said, "it's just like this calligraphy competition. The first place is only 100000. Isn't that to send..."
Before she finished speaking, one of the application forms in her hand was taken away.
The girl opened her eyes, her eyes were still covered with mist, her voice was low and hazy.
"Well, I'll go."
Xiuyu: "I'm not sure."
She is extremely incredible: "isn't it, Ying dad, you are so short of money?"
"Quite short." Ying Zijin picked up the pen and began to fill in the application form.
She has too many things to buy, just a rare medicinal material, the price is more than ten million, there is still no market.
It's easier than treating a disease.
Don't be vain.
Xiuyu scratched his head: "father Ying, what do you want to repay?"
She came over curiously and saw that all the items on the application form except dancing, singing and other events that need to show up were ticked.
Xiuyu: "I'm not sure."
Sleeper, is this still human?
She found that she may have underestimated their ability to win father.
Xiuyu looked down: "father Ying, can you do oil painting?"
Oil painting is a kind of Western painting, originated in o continent, and later introduced into China.
In order to cultivate their sentiment, most of the celebrities studied traditional Chinese painting.
Few can paint.
"Well." Ying Zijin said casually, "I learned from Chino before."
Hearing the name, Xiuyu was silent for a while. After a while, she said sincerely: "Dad, you are so humorous."
She doesn't like studying, but she is very interested in art and knows many famous people in history.
Chino Feng was an artist in the ancient Zhou Dynasty. He was very famous and left many paintings.
His style is so unique that no one can imitate it.
But it's been dead for hundreds of years, and the bones are ashes.
Ying Zijin picks eyebrows and shakes his head regretfully.
Nowadays, no one believes the truth.
"All right." Ying Zijin signs his name.
She calculated that she could have hundreds of thousands of people with her hands, so she had a high liking for Qingzhi.
A very generous school.
That's good.
Xiuyu sighed: "father Ying, tell me honestly, what in the world are you not?"
"Well?" Ying Zijin looked up, lazy, "that's quite a lot."
"For example?"
Ying Zijin nodded: "for example, I can't make delicious biscuits."
“……”
Xiuyu takes a look at Jiang ran, who is slumbering, and suddenly sympathizes with him.
I have to compare with Ying dad. No wonder he is autistic.
People are more angry than others.
Xiuyu collected the application form and handed it to the art group office.
**
Ying Luwei is sitting in a milk tea shop outside Qingzhi school, restless.
Today is March 15, the day after tomorrow is the trial.
Although she said she washed herself perfectly white, Ying Zijin told her fans that she slapped her face?
What do her friends think of her?
In addition, several parents of minor fans blame her for maliciously instigating fans, saying that they want to sue her, and are forced to settle with her money.
Ying Lu Wei frowns. She is very upset.
She always feels that since Ying Zijin woke up in the hospital last time, things have become a little wrong.
Is it because she forces too tight, lead to Ying Zijin so a silent introverted person also burst out?
But she was always afraid of something.
"What shall we do, Ma?" Ying Lu Wei pursed her lips. "Xiao Jin won't withdraw the lawsuit, but we can't get through again. If the court really opens, in the future in Shanghai, Ying's face..."
Like Zhong Manhua, old lady Ying pays most attention to face.
For the sake of face, other unimportant things can be sacrificed.
Hearing this, Mrs. Ying's face sank: "Wei'er, don't worry, this matter will never go to the court."
"But..." Ying Lu Wei hesitated for a while, very embarrassed, "we even small Jin's person all can't see."
She really didn't expect that Ying Zijin could have the courage to move out of Ying's house without taking anything.
How can you live without money and power after you leave the Ying family?
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But when he went to see the second eye, the figure had disappeared.
There was a stream of traffic on the road.
As if it was just his illusion.
Jiang Moyuan's eyes sank.
He doesn't think he's wrong, but if it's really that person, what does he do in Shanghai?
Jiang Moyuan choked out the smoke, and his mind was heavy, which made the whole person more agitated.
The door of the office was knocked at this time.
Jiang Moyuan looked back, put the cigarette end into the ashtray, and sat back on his seat: "come in."
"Third master." The secretary came over cautiously. "Miss screen is downstairs. Please go down."
Jiang Huaping?
Jiang Moyuan was quite surprised to hear the name.
Although Jiang Huaping is his second elder sister, because Jiang Huaping went to the imperial capital very early, they are not familiar with each other and have no intersection.
What's more, they are half parents.
Mr. Jiang had three wives. The first wife passed away shortly after she married into the Jiang family. Mr. Jiang Huaping was born by his second wife.
Jiang Moyuan frowned.
Although he didn't know the purpose of Jiang Huaping, he still went down.
Next to the first floor of Jiangshi group building, there is an open-air cafe where employees can drink coffee and have tea for free during the rest period.
Jiang Huaping is sitting on the outside.
A celadon cheongsam, with a white wrist on the light green bracelet, elegant posture.
It seems to pour out a curtain of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Jiang Mo yuan sat down opposite her, his long legs overlapping and his tone alienated: "what's the matter?"
Jiang Huaping put down his tea cup and didn't care about his attitude. He said straight to the point: "I heard that you brought Ying Zijin to Shanghai from Qingshui county?"
Jiang Moyuan's face changed, a little cold: "what do you want to say?"
"Nothing, just to let you know. I like this little girl very much." Jiang Huaping raised her eyebrows and gave a shallow smile. "I'm going to take her as my daughter. I can't see her being wronged. If you bully her again, don't blame me for being impolite."
The last lady Jiang was from the south of the Yangtze River, so Jiang's painting screen was also a soft language of Wu Nong. However, in her heart, she had the spirit of killing when he was young.
Soft with hard.
Jiang Moyuan's eyes suddenly changed. After a while, he sneered: "I bully her?"
He loosened his bow tie and looked indifferent: "it's only a few days since you came back to Shanghai. Don't listen to me. I don't want to worry more about you. The bullied and wronged people are Luwei all the time."
"As soon as she came, she was picked up by the Ying family. Was she wronged?"
Jiang Huaping said with a smile: "you are happy. After all, it's not your fault to be born blind."
Jiang Moyuan's face was colder. He didn't want to say a word more, so he turned and left.
Jiang Huaping is not angry. He thinks deeply and says to himself: "fortunately, I'm not a mother, otherwise I doubt my IQ."
If it wasn't for a cyber riot these days, she wouldn't come to Jiang Moyuan in a hurry.
After all, she doesn't like Jiang Moyuan's mother and son.
Master 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.
**
the efficiency of Qingzhi middle school was rapid, and the notice of yingfeifei's dismissal came down soon.
In order to let the students take warning, the headmaster specially pasted it on the campus bulletin board and let each class watch it.
Xiuyu walked into the class with a stack of application forms and threw them on the platform: "the Art Festival is coming. You can see if you are interested in signing up. If you don't, you can sell them to waste collectors. Then you can buy a bag of potato chips for our father Ying."
As one of the top three schools in China, Qingzhi middle school attaches great importance to the all-round development of students' quality.
Even if it is an art festival, it will be held in a big way. Famous artists in the industry will be invited and large prizes will be given to the award-winning students.
For students who are gifted in painting, calligraphy, sculpture, music and dance, the festival is an opportunity that can not be missed.
However, most of the students in class 19 are not interested in it and will not participate in the chorus competition.
Because the situation of class 19 is too special, the headmaster can't say anything.
Ying Zijin is leaning on the chair and closing his eyes to rest.
Xiuyu came over and said, "father Ying, do you take part in the competitions of the Art Festival?"
Ying Zijin yawned sleepily: "don't go."
She went to Shaoren hospital again yesterday and helped to see several cases.
It's not difficult for her, but she's tired.
Her body is still too weak at present. She has drawn blood so many times in a year that she can't make up for it overnight.
So during this period of time, she was very sleepy.
If you use the ability of calculating too many times, your body will be damaged.Fortunately, this is the 21st century, and there are not as many disasters as in the ancient o continent period.
"Just don't go." Xiuyu nodded and tut said, "it's just like this calligraphy competition. The first place is only 100000. Isn't that to send..."
Before she finished speaking, one of the application forms in her hand was taken away.
The girl opened her eyes, her eyes were still covered with mist, her voice was low and hazy.
"Well, I'll go."
Xiuyu: "I'm not sure."
She is extremely incredible: "isn't it, Ying dad, you are so short of money?"
"Quite short." Ying Zijin picked up the pen and began to fill in the application form.
She has too many things to buy, just a rare medicinal material, the price is more than ten million, there is still no market.
It's easier than treating a disease.
Don't be vain.
Xiuyu scratched his head: "father Ying, what do you want to repay?"
She came over curiously and saw that all the items on the application form except dancing, singing and other events that need to show up were ticked.
Xiuyu: "I'm not sure."
Sleeper, is this still human?
She found that she may have underestimated their ability to win father.
Xiuyu looked down: "father Ying, can you do oil painting?"
Oil painting is a kind of Western painting, originated in o continent, and later introduced into China.
In order to cultivate their sentiment, most of the celebrities studied traditional Chinese painting.
Few can paint.
"Well." Ying Zijin said casually, "I learned from Chino before."
Hearing the name, Xiuyu was silent for a while. After a while, she said sincerely: "Dad, you are so humorous."
She doesn't like studying, but she is very interested in art and knows many famous people in history.
Chino Feng was an artist in the ancient Zhou Dynasty. He was very famous and left many paintings.
His style is so unique that no one can imitate it.
But it's been dead for hundreds of years, and the bones are ashes.
Ying Zijin picks eyebrows and shakes his head regretfully.
Nowadays, no one believes the truth.
"All right." Ying Zijin signs his name.
She calculated that she could have hundreds of thousands of people with her hands, so she had a high liking for Qingzhi.
A very generous school.
That's good.
Xiuyu sighed: "father Ying, tell me honestly, what in the world are you not?"
"Well?" Ying Zijin looked up, lazy, "that's quite a lot."
"For example?"
Ying Zijin nodded: "for example, I can't make delicious biscuits."
“……”
Xiuyu takes a look at Jiang ran, who is slumbering, and suddenly sympathizes with him.
I have to compare with Ying dad. No wonder he is autistic.
People are more angry than others.
Xiuyu collected the application form and handed it to the art group office.
**
Ying Luwei is sitting in a milk tea shop outside Qingzhi school, restless.
Today is March 15, the day after tomorrow is the trial.
Although she said she washed herself perfectly white, Ying Zijin told her fans that she slapped her face?
What do her friends think of her?
In addition, several parents of minor fans blame her for maliciously instigating fans, saying that they want to sue her, and are forced to settle with her money.
Ying Lu Wei frowns. She is very upset.
She always feels that since Ying Zijin woke up in the hospital last time, things have become a little wrong.
Is it because she forces too tight, lead to Ying Zijin so a silent introverted person also burst out?
But she was always afraid of something.
"What shall we do, Ma?" Ying Lu Wei pursed her lips. "Xiao Jin won't withdraw the lawsuit, but we can't get through again. If the court really opens, in the future in Shanghai, Ying's face..."
Like Zhong Manhua, old lady Ying pays most attention to face.
For the sake of face, other unimportant things can be sacrificed.
Hearing this, Mrs. Ying's face sank: "Wei'er, don't worry, this matter will never go to the court."
"But..." Ying Lu Wei hesitated for a while, very embarrassed, "we even small Jin's person all can't see."
She really didn't expect that Ying Zijin could have the courage to move out of Ying's house without taking anything.
How can you live without money and power after you leave the Ying family?
But when he went to see the second eye, the figure had disappeared. There was a stream of traffic on the road. As if it was just his illusion. Jiang Moyuan's eyes sank. He doesn't think he's wrong, but if it's really that person, what does he do in Shanghai? Jiang Moyuan choked out the smoke, and his mind was heavy, which made the whole person more agitated. The door of the office was knocked at this time. Jiang Moyuan looked back, put the cigarette end into the ashtray, and sat back on his seat: "come in." "Third master." The secretary came over cautiously. "Miss screen is downstairs. Please go down." Jiang Huaping? Jiang Moyuan was quite surprised to hear the name. Although Jiang Huaping is his second elder sister, because Jiang Huaping went to the imperial capital very early, they are not familiar with each other and have no intersection. What's more, they are half parents. Mr. Jiang had three wives. The first wife passed away shortly after she married into the Jiang family. Mr. Jiang Huaping was born by his second wife. Jiang Moyuan frowned. Although he didn't know the purpose of Jiang Huaping, he still went down. Next to the first floor of Jiangshi group building, there is an open-air cafe where employees can drink coffee and have tea for free during the rest period. Jiang Huaping is sitting on the outside. A celadon cheongsam, with a white wrist on the light green bracelet, elegant posture. It seems to pour out a curtain of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Jiang Mo yuan sat down opposite her, his long legs overlapping and his tone alienated: "what's the matter?" Jiang Huaping put down his tea cup and didn't care about his attitude. He said straight to the point: "I heard that you brought Ying Zijin to Shanghai from Qingshui county?" Jiang Moyuan's face changed, a little cold: "what do you want to say?" "Nothing, just to let you know. I like this little girl very much." Jiang Huaping raised her eyebrows and gave a shallow smile. "I'm going to take her as my daughter. I can't see her being wronged. If you bully her again, don't blame me for being impolite." The last lady Jiang was from the south of the Yangtze River, so Jiang's painting screen was also a soft language of Wu Nong. However, in her heart, she had the spirit of killing when he was young. Soft with hard. Jiang Moyuan's eyes suddenly changed. After a while, he sneered: "I bully her?" He loosened his bow tie and looked indifferent: "it's only a few days since you came back to Shanghai. Don't listen to me. I don't want to worry more about you. The bullied and wronged people are Luwei all the time." "As soon as she came, she was picked up by the Ying family. Was she wronged?" Jiang Huaping said with a smile: "you are happy. After all, it's not your fault to be born blind." Jiang Moyuan's face was colder. He didn't want to say a word more, so he turned and left. Jiang Huaping is not angry. He thinks deeply and says to himself: "fortunately, I'm not a mother, otherwise I doubt my IQ." If it wasn't for a cyber riot these days, she wouldn't come to Jiang Moyuan in a hurry. After all, she doesn't like Jiang Moyuan's mother and son. Master 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. **the efficiency of Qingzhi middle school was rapid, and the notice of yingfeifei's dismissal came down soon. In order to let the students take warning, the headmaster specially pasted it on the campus bulletin board and let each class watch it. Xiuyu walked into the class with a stack of application forms and threw them on the platform: "the Art Festival is coming. You can see if you are interested in signing up. If you don't, you can sell them to waste collectors. Then you can buy a bag of potato chips for our father Ying." As one of the top three schools in China, Qingzhi middle school attaches great importance to the all-round development of students' quality. Even if it is an art festival, it will be held in a big way. Famous artists in the industry will be invited and large prizes will be given to the award-winning students. For students who are gifted in painting, calligraphy, sculpture, music and dance, the festival is an opportunity that can not be missed. However, most of the students in class 19 are not interested in it and will not participate in the chorus competition. Because the situation of class 19 is too special, the headmaster can't say anything. Ying Zijin is leaning on the chair and closing his eyes to rest. Xiuyu came over and said, "father Ying, do you take part in the competitions of the Art Festival?" Ying Zijin yawned sleepily: "don't go." She went to Shaoren hospital again yesterday and helped to see several cases. It's not difficult for her, but she's tired. Her body is still too weak at present. She has drawn blood so many times in a year that she can't make up for it overnight. So during this period of time, she was very sleepy. If you use the ability of calculating too many times, your body will be damaged.Fortunately, this is the 21st century, and there are not as many disasters as in the ancient o continent period. "Just don't go." Xiuyu nodded and tut said, "it's just like this calligraphy competition. The first place is only 100000. Isn't that to send..." Before she finished speaking, one of the application forms in her hand was taken away. The girl opened her eyes, her eyes were still covered with mist, her voice was low and hazy. "Well, I'll go." Xiuyu: "I'm not sure." She is extremely incredible: "isn't it, Ying dad, you are so short of money?" "Quite short." Ying Zijin picked up the pen and began to fill in the application form. She has too many things to buy, just a rare medicinal material, the price is more than ten million, there is still no market. It's easier than treating a disease. Don't be vain. Xiuyu scratched his head: "father Ying, what do you want to repay?" She came over curiously and saw that all the items on the application form except dancing, singing and other events that need to show up were ticked. Xiuyu: "I'm not sure." Sleeper, is this still human? She found that she may have underestimated their ability to win father. Xiuyu looked down: "father Ying, can you do oil painting?" Oil painting is a kind of Western painting, originated in o continent, and later introduced into China. In order to cultivate their sentiment, most of the celebrities studied traditional Chinese painting. Few can paint. "Well." Ying Zijin said casually, "I learned from Chino before." Hearing the name, Xiuyu was silent for a while. After a while, she said sincerely: "Dad, you are so humorous." She doesn't like studying, but she is very interested in art and knows many famous people in history. Chino Feng was an artist in the ancient Zhou Dynasty. He was very famous and left many paintings. His style is so unique that no one can imitate it. But it's been dead for hundreds of years, and the bones are ashes. Ying Zijin picks eyebrows and shakes his head regretfully. Nowadays, no one believes the truth. "All right." Ying Zijin signs his name. She calculated that she could have hundreds of thousands of people with her hands, so she had a high liking for Qingzhi. A very generous school. That's good. Xiuyu sighed: "father Ying, tell me honestly, what in the world are you not?" "Well?" Ying Zijin looked up, lazy, "that's quite a lot." "For example?" Ying Zijin nodded: "for example, I can't make delicious biscuits." Xiuyu takes a look at Jiang ran, who is slumbering, and suddenly sympathizes with him. I have to compare with Ying dad. No wonder he is autistic. People are more angry than others. Xiuyu collected the application form and handed it to the art group office. **Ying Luwei is sitting in a milk tea shop outside Qingzhi school, restless. Today is March 15, the day after tomorrow is the trial. Although she said she washed herself perfectly white, Ying Zijin told her fans that she slapped her face? What do her friends think of her? In addition, several parents of minor fans blame her for maliciously instigating fans, saying that they want to sue her, and are forced to settle with her money. Ying Lu Wei frowns. She is very upset. She always feels that since Ying Zijin woke up in the hospital last time, things have become a little wrong. Is it because she forces too tight, lead to Ying Zijin so a silent introverted person also burst out? But she was always afraid of something. "What shall we do, Ma?" Ying Lu Wei pursed her lips. "Xiao Jin won't withdraw the lawsuit, but we can't get through again. If the court really opens, in the future in Shanghai, Ying's face..." Like Zhong Manhua, old lady Ying pays most attention to face. For the sake of face, other unimportant things can be sacrificed. Hearing this, Mrs. Ying's face sank: "Wei'er, don't worry, this matter will never go to the court." "But..." Ying Lu Wei hesitated for a while, very embarrassed, "we even small Jin's person all can't see." She really didn't expect that Ying Zijin could have the courage to move out of Ying's house without taking anything. How can you live without money and power after you leave the Ying family?
