Hearing this explanation, the customers finally understood and hurriedly said, "It's nothing, Third Master, please go ahead."
If not for Jiang Moyuan, they wouldn't even have been able to reserve a seat at the Han Pavilion.
After apologizing again, the secretary left with Jiang Moyuan.
There were no other customers in the Han Pavilion at this time, and the attendants were all waiting at the side.
Naturally, the manager saw this scene. He frowned and was about to step forward to stop them, but a look of surprise appeared on his face. He nodded silently and retreated.
Fu Yunshen retracted his gaze and asked, "Eat some more?"
The girl refused heartlessly. "No."
"Be good, it's not good for your body."
"I won't eat."
Nie Chao: "…"
Seventh Young Master was really sick today.
He even threatened and tempted the little girl to eat pig liver?
Seeing the girl's resistance, Fu Yunshen raised his brows slightly and dragged out his words. "You really won't eat?"
Ying Zijin pushed the plate away. "I don't like internal organs."
These pig livers were indeed special. After eating a plate of 12 slices, she could clearly feel the blood flow in her body increasing significantly. It was even better than her self-recovery.
However, she couldn't accept internal organs. This was her limit.
"Then pack it up." Fu Yunshen knocked on the table and smiled devilishly. "Put it in the fridge and heat it up tomorrow morning."
"Pfft —" Nie Chao choked. "Seventh Young Master, aren't you afraid that the boss will hit you?"
"Huh?" Hearing this, Fu Yunshen looked up and said gently, "Little friend, I'm so nice to you. Can you bear to hit me?"
Ying Zijin glanced at him, and her eyes seemed to be filled with apricot flowers. She said slowly, "Yes, I can't bear to."
Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes narrowed and his breathing shifted slightly. "Huh?"
Nie Chao was shocked.
He had misjudged her. He originally thought that this little sister was reserved and reserved, but who would've thought that she would be able to counterattack the seventh young master?
At this moment, the bamboo curtain was suddenly pulled open. The excessive force pulled down the wind chimes hanging from the curtain, causing them to crash to the ground.
"Who is it? Nie Chao turned his head. When he saw the man in a black suit, the rest of his words got stuck in his throat and he coughed violently.
F * ck, Jiang Moyuan?
What kind of ill-fated relationship was this?
He subconsciously looked at Ying Zijin, but he saw that the girl had already picked up a bowl of longan and red date soup, as if she did not see him.
Her body was relaxed, and her arms were casually placed on the table. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and she did not look like a socialite, but there was a noble beauty that could not be ignored. She was like a medieval princess from Continent O who had walked out of an oil painting.
Jiang Moyuan looked down at the girl in a condescending manner, his tone heavy. "You ran away from the hospital just to hang out with these people?"
His words angered Nie Chao, but he endured it and did not move.
He did not care, but he could not cause trouble for this little sister.
"Ying Zijin, I don't have time to discipline you." Jiang Moyuan glanced at the watch on his wrist, his tone extremely cold. "You are not worth my time, and I don't care if you want to ruin yourself. I just want to tell you —"
He paused, his eyes revealing a sharpness that only existed in business. "Don't let Lu Wei worry. She is not in good health. Go home now and give Lu Wei an explanation."
The secretary tactfully added, "I hope that Second Miss Ying knows her place and does not pester Third Master. Third Master is very busy and does not have time to accompany Miss Ying."
Did this Miss Ying think that just because her surname was Ying, she could be compared to Miss Lu Wei?
She was just an adopted daughter, how could she compare to the top socialite in Hu City?
The girl suddenly raised her head.
It was a face so beautiful that it could shake one's soul.
The hazy mist in her phoenix-like eyes suddenly dissipated. After the mist dissipated, there was a layer of coldness, floating with a magnificent light.
"It's quite interesting. I've already escaped here, but Uncle Jiang still wants to chase after me, saying that he wants to discipline me." Ying Zijin supported herself with her elbows, her expression indifferent. "Who is pestering who?"
This tone was different from the timid and respectful tone in the past. It was so cold that it pierced people's hearts.
Jiang Moyuan's expression changed.
The secretary was also a little shocked, almost in disbelief.
In the past, how could this Second Miss Ying speak to Third Master like this?
Fu Yunshen suddenly laughed.
He raised his eyelashes slightly and glanced at the people standing there. His peach blossom eyes curved, deep and charming, and he said in a cynical tone, "Not so good, little friend. Why don't you look at me?"
His tone was casual, but it was clearly protective of her.
Jiang Moyuan frowned.
Fu Yunshen was a hedonistic son, but he was the most doted on by Master Fu.
The Jiang family was very powerful, but it was still a little weaker than the Fu family.
"Jiang Moyuan, I don't care what's going on today." Fu Yunshen's slender fingers tapped on the table, his lips curling. "I'm eating. Don't disturb my appetite."
Immediately, a waiter came forward. "Hello, Mr. Jiang. The table you reserved is this way. Please don't disturb other customers, or you will be blacklisted by the Han Pavilion and will never be able to enter again."
Silent mockery was the most fatal.
Jiang Moyuan pursed his lips, his jaw tensed, and his expression was ugly.
The Han Pavilion didn't even give face to the families in the capital, let alone the Jiang family.
This was the first time, and he had to leave even if he didn't want to.
The secretary hurriedly followed, crestfallen.
The surroundings returned to silence. The gurgling sound of running water mixed with the melodious sound of a guqin, as cold as jade.
Nie Chao felt like he had just watched a big show, and he twisted around excitedly.
Fu Yunshen glanced at him. "Have you been possessed by a snake spirit?"
"Bah, bah, bah." Nie Chao immediately straightened his posture. "Aren't I feeling good now? Seventh Young Master, you and Big Boss cooperate so well. "
Fu Yunshen ignored him and said lazily, "Pedestrian streets, Disneyland, and aquariums are all suitable for children."
Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows.
"That's enough, Seventh Young Master. The places you're recommending are all lousy places." Nie Chao was speechless. "Miss Ying, let me tell you a place. I guarantee that not many people have heard of it."
He said mysteriously, "Do you know where the TV tower is?"
Ying Zijin nodded. "Yes."
"There's an underground market there. It's a lot of fun. There's stone gambling, divination, and strange antiques." Nie Chao was enraptured. "Last time, someone bought a Yuan Dynasty blue and white double-gourd vase for a few dozen yuan. He made a fortune."
"Divination?" Ying Zijin listened carefully. "How?"
"Sigh, it's just playing tarot cards. I don't believe it anyway." Nie Chao waved his hand. "Big Boss, if you want to play, I can bring you …"
Before he could finish, he was interrupted.
"Nie Chao." Fu Yunshen chuckled. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Yes, yes, yes, nonsense!" Nie Chao shuddered. "I'm talking nonsense. Big Boss, don't go."
That's right. The underground market was very chaotic and only opened after midnight. It was fine for young masters like them to play, but young ladies couldn't go.
If word got out, his little sister's reputation would be tarnished and he would become a sinner.
Ying Zijin lowered her eyes and didn't ask further.
Tarot cards … She had forgotten that she had played with them before.
But tarot cards still existed on Earth now?
Fu Yunshen tilted his head and his peach blossom eyes curved. "Little kid, why do you keep staring at me?"
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