Chapter 94

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Sometimes, the most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

Fu Yunshen took back his hand as if nothing had happened.

He looked away and looked forward again.

There was no one in the garage and the lights were dim.

"Yaoyao, you have a mosquito on your face." Fu Yun deep self-conscious, tone is still used to listen to the lazy, "I help you drive away."

Ying Zijin didn't speak.

She reached out and straightened her collar.

He turned his head and looked in the rearview mirror.

Obviously, there's a stab on the right face.

Several times.

There was a slight redness.

Even if she fell asleep, she knew what had happened.

Ying Zijin was slightly silent for a moment: "today's mood is OK."

Fu Yunshen looked at her: "hmm?"

"Just --" Ying Zijin turns his head, "just give you a squeeze."

She has a "pinch on pinch, don't pretend, be generous" attitude.

"No Fu Yun deeply clenched his fist to his lips and coughed, "my brother is afraid that he will become a beast for a while."

He really has never done such a thing.

I can't help it. The children are too good when they are asleep.

I can't help it.

Ying Zijin unties the safety belt, opens the car door, the voice is clear and light: "no, you can't change."

Fu Yun looked at her deeply

"I'll hit you."

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He needs to take back what he just thought.

Fu Yun leaned back on the driver's seat and said with a smile, "I'm not willing to fight at first. How can I get to know each other for a long time and still be willing?"

"Don't worry." Ying Zijin held his head, and his eyes were full of laughter. He said, "I don't hit people in the face."

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OK, the child is still a face control.

It seems that he has to protect his face before he does anything in the future.

Maybe the children are too soft hearted to do it?

Two people get out of the car.

There are many people at the weekend, and today there are discount activities. The luxury stores in century mall have already formed a long line.

Fu Yun deep light swept one eye, look lazy: "young, we go upstairs."

Century mall has 17 floors, the top floor is only open to Platinum members.

If you spend more than 10 million in century mall, you can have a platinum card.

What Fu Yunshen handed out was a black gold card.

The cabinet elder sister has never seen such a card, but it is impossible not to know Fu Yunshen.

She quickly welcomed up: "seven young master, this young lady, welcome to."

Fu Yun nodded deeply and turned his head: "Yaoyao, let's see if there's anything I like."

Ying Zijin also didn't be polite to him. He began to stroll from the first clothing display rack.

The lady at the counter asked, "do you need anything to drink, seventh young master?"

Fu Yunshen shook his head and sat on the sofa in the hall waiting.

He just simply sits there, so people can't ignore his existence.

After ten minutes, Ying Zijin came back with a dress.

She seemed to think for a while before she said, "I think this one is very good."

Fu Yun raised his hand, loosened his collar and looked over.

Then he saw a black robe similar to an Arabian robe

Yeah.

His children have a bad eye.

Some of them can't dress up.

Although children wear school uniforms, they can wear high quality.

Fu Yun deeply felt that it was very tired to raise their children.

But the sense of achievement has also improved accordingly.

"Miss, this dress is not suitable for people of your age. It's a little old-fashioned." The cupboard elder sister smiles, "you should wear a younger and more energetic one. We have just entered some Gaoding from O island. It's not as good as you..."

"No more." Fu Yunshen got up and said, "it's all covered. Send it here."

He gave me an address.

Cabinet elder sister a Leng, but also not strange, hurried down to prepare.

Ying Zijin is a little silent, for a long time, she picks eyebrows: "are you mocking me for not choosing clothes?"

Fu Yunshen raised his peach blossom eyes and said, "my brother doesn't have one."

This time, he raised his hand directly and pinched her face openly: "little friend, you can't be short of clothes at your age."

Ying Zijin took his hand down: "you three times."

After brushing the card, the cupboard sister sent them out.

I came back to meet the manager in charge of the management of the 17th floor.

The manager took a look: "that was the seventh young master of the Fu family just now?"

"Yes." "Cabinet sister envy," directly bought more than 10 million clothes, worthy of four big families"It's no use. Mr. Fu gave him all his money. He's just a dandy. He's idle. He has such a face to make women laugh." Manager light Chi, "you don't know, his fiancee would rather climb his big brother's bed, are not willing to engage with him."

Cabinet elder sister one Leng: "manager, what do you say?"

"Just two years ago, master Fu ordered a marriage for him, waiting for him to get married when he came back from O Zhou." The manager said, "but when the other party knew about it, he immediately went to find the young master of the Fu family. Tut..."

He also warned: "so don't be so respectful to him. Shanghai city says that when master Fu leaves, the seventh young master will lose his power."

With that, the manager left in a hurry and went to the next store.

Cupboard elder sister hesitated for a moment, also did not say.

Just now, the card Fu Yunshen handed him seemed like the only one in the whole century square.

**

the Zhong family.

The servant is busy in the kitchen,

Mrs. Zhong takes a look at Mr. Zhong, who is reading the newspaper. She stands up and asks Zhong Zhiwan to go to the balcony with her.

Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips and followed.

After Mrs. Zhong motioned her to close the glass door, she frowned and said, "how did I hear that you didn't even get a first prize in the Art Festival Competition?"

Zhong Zhiwan's face changed: "Mom, I'm not..."

"I don't want to hear you make excuses. Excuses are just passing the buck." Mrs. Zhong looked at her condescending, "mom is very disappointed, mom asked your grandfather to invite so many teachers for you, you didn't even get the top of an art festival."

Zhong Zhiwan bit his lip.

"What projects have you participated in?" Mrs. Zhong asked

"Calligraphy, Chinese painting and oil painting." Zhong Zhiwan moved his lips. "Mom, I'm not serious. I just want to play."

"An art festival, do you want to be serious?" Mrs. Zhong frowned again, "well, Qingzhi art class is also the top level in the country. It's normal for you to play around."

Zhong Zhiwan was relieved.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhong doesn't pay attention to these, so she doesn't know that Ying Zijin won the first prize.

It's not just that Mrs. Zhong doesn't pay attention, other rich families don't have the time.

"By the way, your grandfather called back the adopted daughter of the Ying family." Mrs. Zhong suddenly said, "don't make the same impression with her, coax your grandfather more."

Zhong Zhi nodded later: "Mom, I know all about it."

Not long after the mother and daughter returned to the dining table, the door opened.

"Here comes Zijin." Mr. Zhong was very happy. "Sit down quickly, and dinner will be ready soon. Don't worry about eating. If your mother doesn't come today, it won't affect your mood."

Ying Zijin nodded and sat down beside him: "grandfather."

This sentence, listen to one side of Mrs. Zhong straight frown.

These days, Mr. Zhong is too confused, isn't he?

First, he used the company's microblog to support an adopted daughter, and then let Zhong Zhiwan apologize.

Now, even his own daughter Zhong Manhua's status is not as high as his adopted daughter.

As soon as Mrs. Zhong saw the girl, she lost her appetite.

But as Mr. Zhong's daughter-in-law, she can't say anything.

Zhong Zhiwan was afraid to look up because he felt guilty about the festival a few days ago.

Ying Zijin also ignore them, accompany Zhong old son to talk.

Mrs. Zhong and Zhong Zhiwan were in a bad mood after a meal. Mr. Zhong ate three more bowls of rice and had to exercise.

When Mrs. Zhong saw that Mr. Zhong had gone for a walk on the balcony, she finally found a chance.

She stopped the girl from leaving.

"I don't know what manwa's attitude towards you is, but I want to show my attitude." Mrs. Zhong's voice is light, but her eyes are sharp. "What you shouldn't think about, you'd better not think about."

She accentuated her tone and warned, "you're not lucky."

Mr. Zhong dotes on his adopted daughter so much. Who knows if he will share the shares of Zhong's group?

She can't bear such things.

"That's all I have to say." Mrs. Zhong's eyes were cold. "I hope you are a smart person and know what you should and shouldn't do. Do you understand?"

As soon as she finished her sentence, not far away, master Zhong hummed a little song.

Mrs. Zhong's nerves tensed, and she went up: "old man."

"What are you standing for?" Master Zhong frowned, "don't you accompany me late?"

"She was in a bad mood and didn't talk to me, so I asked her if something had happened at school." Mrs. Zhong said with a smile, "I'm going now. You should pay more attention to your health, old man."

Master Zhong waved his hand, and obviously didn't want to keep her.

Mrs. Zhong was relieved.

It seems that Mr. Zhong didn't hear it.

She turned and was ready to go upstairs.

There was a cold voice."Mrs. Zhong, please take care of your daughter before you teach others a lesson."

Mrs. Zhong's step is one meal, turn head, complexion one cold: "what do you mean?"

Is an adopted daughter worthy of being compared with Miss Zhong?

As expected, he was spoiled by master Zhong.

Ying Zijin threw a cell phone and pressed a key.

The silence of the stairs, the sound of dialogue.

It's very clear.

This is the recording of the conversation between Zhong Zhiwan and Wei Hou.