True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

His father has just walked from the line of life and death, what if something goes wrong?

The middle-aged man stopped looking at the girl and frowned: "Dad, can you not put everyone in the house?"

Sheng Qingtang didn't respond. He looked at the pills that fell on the ground, and everyone was stunned.

After a few seconds, he finally came to his senses and slapped the middle-aged man's bald head with an angry slap.

"Idiot! Do you know that this is the elixir that Miss Ying gave to your father?"

"Is it because your father doesn't stay up late to eat vegetables and has a better lifestyle than you, and you are afraid that your father will live and send you away?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback: "What kind of elixir? Dad, I said it, you should watch less..."

"Shut up!" Sheng Qingtang slapped him again, "This is the genius doctor Ying, without her, your father would have seen the King of Hell."

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

"Nonsense." Sheng Qingtang said angrily, "Hurry up and pick up the medicine for me."

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man knelt down with a "thump" sound.

"Dr. Ying..." He cried and cried when he said it, "You are my reborn parents. Without you, I really don't know what to do."

Mr. Sheng: "..."

It seems that his biological father is still there, right?

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

He thought that his father would definitely not be able to last, but he didn't expect a miracle to happen.

Don't say kneeling, you can kill him.

Ying Zijin couldn't stand the enthusiasm and took a step back: "It's okay, get up."

Sheng Qingtang put away his pills, wiped it distressedly, swallowed it in one gulp, and was still angry: "Let him kneel."

"Dr. Ying, it's my negligence that I haven't been able to see you all the time." The middle-aged man felt ashamed, "It's almost evening, why don't you stay for a meal?"

"No need." Ying Zijin shook his head slightly, "I have to go back to school."

"That's fine, that's fine." The middle-aged man got up hurriedly, "I'll send Miss Ying off."

Ying Zijin picked up the scroll she put on the coffee table and was about to leave.

Sheng Qingtang had sharp eyes and blurted out, "Miss Ying, wait!"

Ying Zijin turned back.

"I smell the fragrance of ink." Sheng Qingtang rubbed his hands together, "Dare to ask what kind of fine ink is in Miss Ying's hands?"

Ying Zijin nodded: "Just write and play."

"Can I take a look?" Sheng Qingtang coughed lightly, "It's been a long time since this unfilial son let me touch a pen."

The middle-aged man was speechless: "Dad, you need a face, obviously you climb trees every day to pick fruits and go into the water to fish."

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

Then, it fell into a long silence.

The middle-aged man was quite surprised, and came over to take a look, shocked: "Dad, this word..."

"Go away." Sheng Qingtang raised his head, his expression solemn, "Miss Ying, do you think I can pay one million to buy this letter you wrote?"

"..."

Ying Zijin was silent for a while: "How much did you say?"

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

The middle-aged man is not happy now: "Dad, why are you so old and stingy? I think what Miss Ying wrote is much better than when you were young. You sold a pair of dog crawling characters for 8 million."

"Look, this word is flowing and flowing, and it is three-pointed. It has a Wei and Jin style. Even if you have more than 30 years of skills, you may not be able to write it."

Mr. Sheng: "..."

Unfilial son! ! !

"Miss Ying, don't have the same knowledge as my father, I bought your writing." The middle-aged man said boldly, "Ten million, I will never let you lose."

Ying Zijin pondered for a moment: "Sorry, I took this picture to participate in the school art festival. If you really want it, I can write another picture."

"Take it to the art festival?" Sheng Qingtang was heartbroken.

At the end, he reluctantly said, "Then trouble Miss Ying to write another one. Can I take a picture with this one?"

In the end, when Ying Zijin left with 10 million, he always felt that something was wrong.

She sighed softly and shook her head.

Just writing a word and making money like that, what does she even make medicine for?

**

three days later.

noon.

Ying Zijin received a call from Mr. Zhong.

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

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

Back 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 their sister and brother's birthday.

Just can't afford cake, only one scones.

But also fun.

More than a year ago, she was taken back to Ying's house and did not celebrate her birthday again.

Because no one in the Ying family thought of her, and Mr. Zhong wasn't in Shanghai at that time, so he didn't know.

"Grandpa, you don't have to be so troublesome." Ying Zijin smiled softly, "Come to Wen's house and have a meal with my dad and the others. I don't like to make a lot of things."

Mr. Zhong was silent for a long time, and after a long while he said, "Either way, it's enough for the family to spend time together."

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

After hanging up the phone, Ying Zijin thought about it and called Fu Yunshen again.

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

"What did you say, what did you say?" Mr. Fu stared, "What did my granddaughter-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 said lazily, "Yaoyao invites you to eat her birthday cake."

"Really?" Mr. Fu was pleasantly surprised, "Zijin invited me to celebrate her birthday?"

Fu Yun raised his eyelids deeply: "You can also not go."

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

Fu Yun raised his eyebrows deeply.

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

Before Fu Yunshen could answer, he said to himself, "Then I have to put on the chessboard and play him two games."

And triumphantly: "I must have won him."

"..."

**

March 24.

The spring equinox has just passed, and the night is still long.

At seven o'clock it was almost dark.

The street lights are gradually turning on, and the light and shadow are on and off.

The community where the Wen family lives is not big, and it is quiet.

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

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

A figure was crawling on the ground, looking over here.

The dark muzzle was slowly raised, facing the mouth of the building, aiming at the man's slender back.

"Target locked."

Ying Zijin: I don't understand a bit, what's valuable now

This chapter can be read together with chapter 15