True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

The boy with broad shoulders and long legs stood at the entrance of the yard. He stopped for a few seconds, then suddenly turned and ran away.

Wen Fengmian was stunned for a moment, and shouted: "Yuyu, what are you running for?"

And the young man had run away without a shadow.

"Cough, cough..." Wen Fengmian was so angry that he couldn't help coughing again: "Look, why did he run away as soon as you came back?"

"You're not in good health, go first." Ying Zijin patted him on the back, "I'll take a look."

The more he is Wen Fengmian's biological son, his real name is Wen Tinglan. He has such a nickname because he was sick as a child.

They are not siblings, but the affection between them is deeper than that of siblings.

"Yaoyao..." Wen Fengmian hesitated, after a while, he sighed, "That's fine."

He smiled again, with elegant eyebrows: "I'm going to cook for you, and I'll be able to eat when I come back."

Ying Zijin nodded: "You can only cook glutinous rice balls."

Touch the fumes, don't even think about it.

The medicinal materials here are too short, and she needs to recuperate Wen Fengmian's body from all aspects.

Wen Fengmian coughed lightly, feeling uneasy: "Dad understands, you should go and get better soon."

There is a rushing attitude.

"If I come back and find out—" Ying Zijin glanced at the kitchen casually, with a mild tone, "You know what to do."

Wen Fengmian, who suddenly felt that her daughter came back this time seems to have become fierce: "..."

He was half helpless, half funny: "Okay, Dad listens to you."

Ying Zijin nodded and left.

Looking at the girl's back, Wen Fengmian sighed softly, her mood was very complicated, and the circles around her eyes were red again.

How could he not see that she lost a lot of weight when she came back this time.

In the past, the family was poor, but he would not suffer from two children in food.

After Yaoyao returned to Ying's house, what happened?

Didn't the Ying family say at that time, take her back to live a good life?

Wen Fengmian frowned, pressed his chest and coughed again, very worried.

**

When Ying Zijin found Wen Tinglan, he stood alone by the river, silently watching the fireworks in the distance, his eyes were pitch black, and the waves were still.

The night was dark and the breeze was blowing.

The river was covered with a thin layer of ice, reflecting the full moon.

The young man is like the wind, his back is tall and straight.

White clothes and black trousers, elegant temperament.

Exactly the type that girls at school would be tempted to do.

Ying Zijin stepped forward, took out a lollipop from his pocket, and handed it to him: "Peach flavored."

But Wen Tinglan didn't answer and didn't even move.

He was laughing, his laughter was cold and cold: "I thought you would never come back in this life, what are you doing here?"

Did not wait for an answer.

After waiting for a full ten minutes, the young man turned his head and his eyes were cold.

But at such a close look, his eyes suddenly changed.

The girl's body was obviously thinner than when they parted a year ago, and by the moonlight, he could see the pinhole in her arm.

Dense, many, countless.

It wasn't obvious at first, but because her skin was morbidly white, it became clearer.

shocking.

Wen Tinglan's body froze. He stared blankly at the pinholes, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse: "Sister, are you... sick?"

She didn't come back for a year, so it was because she was sick?

Ying Zijin didn't answer, she took out the lollipop again and raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you angry anymore?"

Because of something, her younger brother had a serious personality disorder and refused to communicate with the outside world.

It only improved after the age of ten, but it also caused his indifferent and reserved temperament.

In the first days, Wen Fengmian couldn't get close to him.

The year she has been silent has caused him a lot of damage.

Guanhai and Tinglan rose with the wind and soared up to 90,000 miles.

Wen Tinglan, the name has high hopes for Wen Fengmian.

"What's the matter?" Wen Tinglan still didn't answer, his eyes were dark, "Sister, the Ying family treated you badly? What did they do?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Ying Zijin kicked the stones on the ground and smiled lightly, "You study hard, don't worry about other things."

Wen Tinglan has been a genius since he was a child, but because of his frailty, he started school at the age of thirteen. Even so, he even jumped several levels.

She is one year younger than her. She is already in the third year of high school this year, and she will take the college entrance examination in June.

Hearing this, Wen Tinglan's lips pursed tightly, his arms trembled, and he took the lollipop.

Tear off the candy wrapper, put it in your mouth, and bite into pieces.

It was sweet, the same as before, but he was inexplicably blocked in his heart.

Even after so long, he would never forget the ugly faces of those people a year ago.

"What is Wen Zijin? Zijin is the daughter of our Ying family. Naturally, her surname is Ying. Don't mess around with your relationship."

"If Qingzhi's students knew she had a farmer father and younger brother, what would they think of her?"

"It's 100,000. Forget that you have a daughter, and she won't see you in the future. You will only hold her back, understand?"

Then, his sister really hadn't come back for a year, not even a phone call.

He waited and waited until he gave up.

He thought she had forgotten them after she went to Shanghai.

Now it seems that it is clearly what the Ying family has done, and she is not doing well.

Wen Tinglan pursed her lips again and whispered, "Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have complained about you."

He knew that he had a mental illness and that he was not small, but he couldn't control it.

The boy's head dropped slightly, his fingers clenched.

He tried to change.

He really wanted to be normal.

"I don't blame you." Ying Zijin put his hands in his pockets, "Go back, Dad should be in a hurry."

As soon as the knot in his heart was untied, Wen Tinglan's tense body loosened up. Like in the past ten years, he said as usual: "I actually didn't have class this afternoon, so I'm asking for leave."

Ying Zijin nodded slightly: "Did you go to the market in the city to buy meat?"

"Well." Wen Tinglan was silent and said lightly, "Dad's health is getting worse and worse, I want to make up for him."

Normally, even if there is meat to eat, Wen Fengmian won't take a bite.

Ying Zijin thought for a while: "Then have you thought about which university to go to?"

"Yes." When I mentioned this, a light light appeared in the dark eyes of the young man, brighter than Xingyue, "Sister, I want to go to Imperial College."

Imperial Capital University, the number one university in China, thousands of students want to go in.

Ying Zijin was not surprised by this answer. With Wen Tinglan's ability, even if he didn't have enough study resources, he could easily pass the exam.

Wen Tinglan added: "However, I actually want to go to Norton University the most, but without the recommendation letter written by the president himself, I can't go at all."

Ying Zijin's expression froze: "What university?"

"Norton University." Wen Tinglan thought she didn't know, so she took out her mobile phone and searched for Encyclopedia entries to show her, "That's it, the QS World University Rankings have never changed."

Ying Zijin looked at the screen and fell into silence.

She always felt that after she came back this time, there were a lot of things wrong.

It doesn't matter if the Laurent family has opened the bank all over the world, after all, stingy people can make money quickly.

How can a lunatic who only studies theology open a university that is number one in the world?

Ying Zijin: ?

Someone: I don't know, maybe just play?

Pure sister-sister relationship, the younger brother is still so young, what do you think of a boy who is less than sixteen years old!

QS World University Rankings: The annual world university ranking table, which changes every year, with MIT holding the top spot for eight consecutive years