The sound of horns honking on the road continued, and Jiang Ran felt as if everything had stopped. The milk tea in his hand fell to the ground with a "plop".
The secretary who was waiting on the other side of the road was stunned.
Mr. Jiang Sanye of Shanghai, when has he ever been treated like this?
Jiang Moyuan could decide the life or death of a small family with just a word he said.
Who dares to provoke?
Jiang Moyuan looked at the Coke stains on his body and the bank card that fell on the ground. His face was terribly cold and he said through his teeth: "Ying, Zi, Jin!"
After Ying Zijin replied to Fu Yunshen’s last message, he put his phone back and put his hands in his pockets.
She had an indifferent expression, with a chill between her eyebrows and eyes, and was not at all affected by the low pressure from Jiang Moyuan.
Jiang Ran narrowed his eyes.
He grew up in the imperial capital and only returned to Shanghai occasionally, so he had little communication with his blood uncle.
But she also knew that because she had fought in the business world for Jiang Moyuan for many years, her aura was so awe-inspiring that not only little girls but even adult men couldn't look her in the eye.
But Jiang Ran clearly felt that the girl's aura was like a deep and quiet stream, which made people feel terrifying.
Jiang Moyuan is totally incomparable.
"Four hundred thousand to buy the Gerruti suit you're wearing, and to pay back the scholarship you've provided over the years, with interest." Ying Zijin said calmly, "Please don't show up in front of me in the future."
Jiang Moyuan laughed when he heard this: "What did you say?"
It was as if he was pestering her.
"I forgot to tell Uncle Jiang something last time." Ying Zijin spoke again, "I wish you and my aunt a long and happy marriage and a son soon."
Jiang Moyuan's back suddenly tensed up at this name.
"I don't know how I gave Uncle Jiang the illusion that I had feelings for you." Ying Zijin nodded slightly, not losing her grace, "Now let me make it clear, don't be so self-indulgent in the future."
"I don't like you, and I don't want to see you. Please tell your fiancée to stop bothering me and leave me alone."
Whether before she woke up or during her sleeping period, Jiang Moyuan was just a stranger to her.
Maybe the initial scholarship was just a scholarship project, but the purpose of bringing her to Shanghai was obvious.
Cooperate with the Ying family to provide a living blood bank specifically for Ying Luwei.
Jiang Moyuan's eyes suddenly changed. It was the first time he saw this emotion in a girl's eyes.
Cold and distant, chilly and indifferent, without any feelings of admiration.
No matter which one it was, it made him feel out of control.
I was a little breathless, looked a little embarrassed for a moment, and felt inexplicably cold in my heart.
"If I see Uncle Jiang again--" Ying Zijin yawned, tilted his head, and smiled, "I will beat you every time I see you."
The secretary came back to his senses and just happened to hear these words.
He looked at the girl in disbelief, unable to understand.
Hasn’t the second young lady of the Ying family always wanted to seduce the third master to get to the top?
The secretary looked at Jiang Moyuan's expression and smiled politely: "I advise Miss Ying to think carefully before speaking. If you do this, there will be no room for redemption in the future."
Ying Zijin was too lazy to look at them again. She put the hood of her sweatshirt over her head and said, "Let's go."
Jiang Ran was still watching the show, and it took him two seconds to realize that these two words were directed at him.
He didn't follow immediately, but instead sneered: "I advise you to save your breath, she doesn't even like me, let alone an old man."
Even though he hasn't admitted that this is the father of their class, he can't let others step on his head, right?
Where can he put his face as a school bully?
The secretary never expected that Jiang Ran would help Ying Zijin slap Jiang Moyuan in the face, and was shocked: "Master Jiang Ran, the Third Master is doing this for your own good."
In terms of assets, Jiang Ran naturally cannot compare to Jiang Moyuan who has worked hard for ten years.
But in terms of status, Jiang Moyuan is really not as good as Jiang Ran.
Who allowed Jiang Huaping to marry into the imperial capital?
"Fuck, you're crazy, I just don't understand." Jiang Ran was also angry, "You guys are all being self-indulgent in the name of doing good for me, who asked you to be in charge? Are you qualified to be in charge of me?"
The same goes for that old woman from the Ying family. Isn’t she annoying?
Jiang Ran ignored her and followed the girl.
Jiang Moyuan took a deep breath and used all his self-control to avoid chasing after him.
He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and said coldly: "Ying Zijin, don't regret it."
Ying Zijin stopped and suddenly turned around.
She has a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, which are slightly upturned and shimmering with a faint light.
It was clearly a breathtakingly beautiful sight, but because of her cold features, it gave off an icy feeling.
"I'll give you these three words, too." She lowered her voice and chuckled, but her laugh was cold, "Don't regret it."
——
convenience store.
"Awesome, you're really awesome." Jiang Ran was finally convinced, "Aren't you afraid of Jiang Moyuan's revenge?"
Ying Zijin picked out snacks: "He can come."
"It's okay. I can help you if he comes." Jiang Ran was actually quite unhappy. "But why do you call him Uncle Jiang?"
"Oh, always remind him that he's old."
“…”
Jiang Ran's mood suddenly improved: "Hurry up, I just helped you, fight with me."
He thought Ying Zijin would still not agree, but unexpectedly she nodded.
"Then let's go now." Jiang Ran was about to pull her, "We can go back and eat fried chicken after the fight."
But he failed to pull it and was intercepted on the way.
There was a hoarse voice wrapped in laughter, low and deep and tempting: "No, our children can't fight."
"Who are you? You care..." Jiang Ran raised his head and stopped talking. His face darkened. "Why is it you?"
Fu Yunshen took a bag of snacks from a high place for the girl and did not answer.
Ying Zijin didn't expect him to come right now: "Didn't you say I'd come to see you later?"
"It's okay. I have plenty of time anyway." Fu Yunshen didn't care. "You guys continue playing."
He was originally near the city center, and then he received news from Jiang Moyuan, so he came here because he was worried that something might have happened to her.
I didn’t expect that kid was so cruel.
Jiang Ran began to chase people away: "Why don't you leave? Don't disturb the lives of young people."
However, just as he finished speaking, the girl handed him a bag of snacks she had bought, then nodded: "I'll go with you now."
Fu Yunshen was startled, and raised his peach blossom eyes: "No, it's still early now."
"It's okay." Ying Zijin said lightly, "They are numerous."
You are alone.
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes moved and he suddenly smiled.
The child’s pain was not in vain.
He was quite touched.
Jiang Ran looked at the two people who left him behind: "..."
grass.
He shut himself in.
——
After being given a serious warning, Ying Feifei was forced to transfer to a regular class.
But because the entire second year of high school knew what she had done, she was ostracized by the entire new class and she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Ying Feifei was extremely resentful, but she had no choice but to hold her anger.
Life at home was not easy either, and Ying's father was very dissatisfied with her.
Ying Feifei clenched her fingers and wrote the self-criticism with gritted teeth.
But at this moment, a strange text message suddenly popped up on her phone.
There is no text, just a photo.
In the photo, Ying Zijin and Jiang Moyuan are hugging each other, looking very intimate.
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