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Sometimes, what I fear most is the sudden silence of the air.
Fu Yunshen withdrew 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, there's a mosquito landing on your face." Fu Yunshen looked calm, and his tone was still the lazy one he was used to hearing, "I helped you get rid of it."
Ying Zijin said nothing.
She reached up and adjusted her collar.
He turned his head again and looked in the rearview mirror.
It was obvious that there were marks of being stabbed on the right cheek.
Still several times.
It turned slightly red.
Even when she was asleep she knew what was happening.
Ying Zijin was silent for a moment: "I'm in a good mood today."
Fu Yunshen looked at her: "Hmm?"
"Just..." Ying Zijin turned her head, "I can only give you one more pinch."
She had an attitude of "Just pinch it, stop pretending, be generous."
"No." Fu Yunshen clenched his fist to his lips and coughed, "Brother is afraid that he will turn into a beast in a moment."
He had never really done anything like this before.
There’s nothing I can do. The kid is so well behaved when he’s asleep.
I really couldn't help myself.
Ying Zijin unbuckled her seat belt, opened the car door, and said in a clear and calm voice: "No, you can't change."
Fu Yun looked at her deeply: "?"
"I will beat you."
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He needed to take back his previous thought.
Fu Yunshen leaned back in the driver's seat and smiled: "You were reluctant to hit me at first, but how come you are willing to do it after knowing each other for such a long time?"
"Don't worry." Ying Zijin held up his head, a hint of smile in the corners of his eyes, and said slowly, "I don't hit people in the face."
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Okay, the kid is still obsessed with looks.
It seems that no matter what he does in the future, he has to protect his face first.
Maybe the kids will be soft-hearted and not do it?
Both men got out of the car.
There are a lot of people on the weekend, and there are discounts today, so there are already long queues at the luxury stores in Century Mall.
Fu Yun glanced at her indifferently, and said lazily, "Yaoyao, let's go upstairs."
Century Mall has a total of seventeen floors, and the top floor is only open to platinum members.
If you spend over 10 million in Century Mall, you can get a platinum card.
What Fu Yunshen handed over was a black and gold card.
The salesgirl had never seen a card like this before, but it was impossible for her not to know Fu Yunshen.
She hurriedly went up to greet him: "Seventh Young Master, this lady, welcome."
Fu Yunshen nodded and turned around: "Yaoyao, see if there is anything you like."
Ying Zijin didn't bother to be polite with him and started browsing from the first clothing display rack.
The lady at the counter asked again, "Master Qi, would you like something to drink?"
Fu Yunshen shook his head and sat on the sofa in the hall waiting.
He simply sat there, yet his presence could not be ignored.
Ten minutes later, Ying Zijin came back carrying a piece of clothing.
She seemed to think for a moment before she said, "I think this one is pretty good."
Fu Yunshen raised his hand, loosened his collar, and looked over.
Then he saw a long black garment similar to an Arab robe: "..."
Um.
His children's eyesight is not very good.
Some people don’t know how to dress up.
Although children wear school uniforms, they can all look high-end.
Fu Yun felt deeply that raising their children was quite tiring.
But the sense of accomplishment has also increased accordingly.
"Miss, this dress is not suitable for someone of your age. It looks a bit old-fashioned." The salesgirl smiled and said, "You should wear something younger and more energetic. We just got some high-end fashion from O-Asia. Why don't you..."
"No need." Fu Yunshen stood up, "It's all included. I'll deliver it here."
He gave an address.
The salesgirl was stunned, but not surprised, and hurried downstairs to prepare.
Ying Zijin was silent for a while, then she raised her eyebrows: "Are you mocking me for not knowing how to choose clothes?"
Fu Yun raised his peach blossom eyes and said seriously, "Brother didn't."
This time he raised his hand and pinched her face openly: "Little friend, at your age, you can't be short of clothes."
Ying Zijin took his hand away: "You hit me three times."
After swiping the card, the salesgirl sent the two people out.
When I came back, I met the manager who was in charge of the 17th floor.
The manager took a look and asked: "Was that the seventh young master of the Fu family just now?"
"Yes." The salesgirl envied, "They bought over 10 million worth of clothes. They are indeed one of the four great families."
"It's useless. All his money was given by Mr. Fu. He is just a dandy boy who does nothing but fool around with women." The manager chuckled, "You don't know, his fiancée would rather sleep with his eldest brother than get engaged to him."
The salesgirl was stunned: "Manager, what did you say?"
"Just two years ago, Mr. Fu arranged a marriage for him, waiting for him to return from O Continent to get married." The manager said, "But after the other party found out about this, he immediately went to find the eldest young master of the Fu family, tsk..."
He added, "So don't be so respectful to him. People in Shanghai say that when Mr. Fu passes away, the Seventh Young Master will lose his power."
After saying that, the manager hurried away and went to the next store.
The salesgirl hesitated for a moment and said nothing.
The card that Fu Yunshen handed him just now seemed to be the only one in the entire Century Plaza.
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The Zhong family.
The servants were busy in the kitchen.
Mrs. Zhong glanced at Mr. Zhong who was reading the newspaper, stood up, and asked Zhong Zhiwan to go to the balcony with her.
Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips and followed.
Mrs. Zhong motioned her to close the glass door before she frowned and said, "I heard that you participated in the art festival competition, but didn't even win a first prize?"
Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed: "Mom, I'm not..."
"I don't want to hear your excuses. Excuses are just shirking responsibility." Mrs. Zhong looked down at her. "Mom is very disappointed. I asked your grandfather to invite so many teachers for you, but you couldn't even win the first prize in an art festival."
Zhong Zhiwan bit her lip.
Mrs. Zhong asked again: "What projects did you participate in?"
"Calligraphy, Chinese painting and oil painting." Zhong Zhiwan moved his lips, "Mom, I'm not serious, I just want to have some fun."
"It's just an art festival, and you still want to take it seriously?" Mrs. Zhong frowned again, "Forget it, Qingzhi Art Class is also the best in the country. It's normal that you can't compete with them just for fun."
Zhong Zhiwan breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Mrs. Zhong didn’t pay attention to these things, so she didn’t know that Ying Zijin won the first prize.
Not only Mrs. Zhong didn't pay attention to it, other wealthy families didn't have the time to do so either.
"By the way, your grandfather called back the adopted daughter of the Ying family." Mrs. Zhong suddenly said, "Don't bother with her, just try to coax your grandfather more."
Zhong Zhiwan nodded: "Mom, I know everything."
Not long after the mother and daughter returned to the dining table, the door opened.
"Zijin is here." Old Master Zhong was very happy. "Hurry up and sit down. Dinner will be served soon. Don't worry and eat. Your mother is not coming today, so it won't affect your mood."
Ying Zijin nodded and sat down beside him: "Grandpa."
Mrs. Zhong frowned when she heard this.
Hasn't Mr. Zhong been too confused these days?
First, he used the company’s Weibo to support an adopted daughter, and then asked Zhong Zhiwan to apologize.
Now, even the status of his own daughter Zhong Manhua is not as high as that of this adopted daughter.
Mrs. Zhong lost her appetite as soon as she saw the girl.
But as Mr. Zhong's daughter-in-law, she couldn't say anything.
Zhong Zhiwan was feeling guilty about what happened at the art festival a few days ago, so he didn't dare to look up.
Ying Zijin ignored them and continued talking to Mr. Zhong.
Mrs. Zhong and Zhong Zhiwan were in a bad mood after the meal, but Mr. Zhong ate three more bowls of rice and had to go exercise.
When Mrs. Zhong saw Mr. Zhong going to the balcony for a walk, she finally found an opportunity.
She stopped the girl and wouldn't let her go.
"I don't know what Manhua's attitude towards you is, but I want to make my attitude clear." Mrs. Zhong's voice was light, but her eyes were extremely sharp. "It's better not to covet things that you shouldn't covet."
She emphasized her tone and warned, "You are not that lucky."
Mr. Zhong dotes on his adopted daughter so much, who knows if he will also give away the shares of the Zhong Group?
She absolutely could not tolerate such a thing.
"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 saying this, Mr. Zhong came over humming a little tune not far away.
Mrs. Zhong's nerves tensed up and she greeted him: "Old man."
"What are you doing standing there?" Old Master Zhong frowned, "Aren't you going to accompany Wanwan?"
"Wanwan is in a bad mood and didn't tell me, so I asked her if anything happened at school." Mrs. Zhong smiled and said, "I'll go right away. Old man, please take care of yourself too."
Mr. Zhong waved his hand, obviously not wanting to keep her.
Mrs. Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that Mr. Zhong didn't hear it.
She turned around and prepared to go upstairs.
A cold voice sounded faintly.
"Mrs. Zhong, before you teach others a lesson, please take care of your daughter."
Mrs. Zhong paused, turned around, and said coldly: "What do you mean?"
Is an adopted daughter worthy of being compared with the eldest daughter of the Zhong family?
It turns out that he is spoiled by Mr. Zhong to the point of not knowing his place.
Ying Zijin tossed his cell phone and pressed a button.
At the silent staircase, voices of conversation rang out.
Very clear.
This is a recording of the phone call between Zhong Zhiwan and Wei Hou.
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