Although his voice was cold, his tone was calm.
The secretary was so shocked that he said "Miss Ying" so naturally that he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Jiang Moyuan's movements also froze.
His usually indifferent expression cracked in an instant, revealing a rare look of disbelief.
Ying Zijin stopped and turned back.
She raised the brim of her hat a little, and her eyes were hazy. "Mr. Nie."
"You're welcome," Nie Yi said slowly. "Miss Ying helped my brother. I haven't thanked you yet."
Ying Zijin wasn't surprised. She nodded. "I know a little. It's not like I saved him."
When she said that it was the first time they met, she said it casually. It was enough to fool Nie Chao.
But it was impossible to fool Fu Yunshen or Nie Yi.
Although fortune-tellers gradually withdrew from the public eye after entering the 21st century, it wasn't that there were no fortune-tellers. It was just that there were very few who were proficient.
Big families basically had a fixed feng shui master.
"No matter what, Miss Ying also reminded my brother." Nie Yi paused. "If you have time, I'll treat you to a meal."
"Okay." Ying Zijin nodded slightly. "If there's nothing else, Mr. Nie, I'll leave first."
"There's something." Nie Yi was silent for a moment, and then asked a question that hadn't been changed. "What does Miss Ying like?"
"…"
Jiang Moyuan's jaw tightened, and his expression was ugly.
The secretary was shocked. His mind buzzed, and Nie Yi's words once again made him unable to find his bearings.
Back then, he had followed Jiang Moyuan to Qingshui County to pick up Ying Zijin. How could he not know what she was like?
She was poor in her studies and wanted to climb up the ladder by relying on men. It was very unpleasant.
But now?
The eldest grandson of the Nie family in the capital actually asked Ying Zijin what she liked?
Wasn't this a slap to their faces?
Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows. "Delicious food."
"I understand." Nie Yi thought for a moment and knew how to reply to Fu Yunshen. "I'll send Miss Ying back."
"No need to trouble yourself." Ying Zijin yawned. "Thank you for today, Mr. Nie."
Nie Yi did not insist. "Goodbye."
He glanced at the watch on his wrist and was about to leave.
When he left, he didn't even look at the two people beside him, as if they weren't worth his attention.
The secretary didn't know what Jiang Moyuan was thinking, but he felt awkward and embarrassed.
Especially at the entrance of the King Clubhouse, where people were coming and going. Their gazes would drift over at any moment.
After all, everyone in Hu City knew Jiang Moyuan.
The eldest grandson of the Nie family ignored them and called out to an adopted daughter instead.
The secretary lowered his head, his face burning with pain. "Third Master, we …"
"Cancel today's social gathering." Jiang Moyuan's aura was extremely tense, and his expression was terrifyingly cold. "Push everything else back to three days later. Just say that I want to rest."
The secretary was stunned.
Jiang Moyuan was extremely serious about his work and would often work through the night. He basically didn't rest for 365 days a year.
How could this …
The secretary didn't dare to ask too much. "Okay, Third Master."
He bent down and opened the car door again with a smile. "Third Master, this Second Miss Ying is really capable. Seeing that this path doesn't work out with you, she changed her target.
"A month ago, she was still with Seventh Young Master Fu. Isn't it too fast?"
Jiang Moyuan didn't say anything. He pursed his lips tightly, knowing that these were just words of comfort.
Hooking up with the eldest grandson of the Nie family?
Not to mention the four wealthy families in Hu City, even some of the medium-sized wealthy families in the capital weren't qualified.
As for Ying Zijin …
Jiang Moyuan turned to look at the car window, his eyes slightly dark.
**
At night.
Just as the netizens were happily forwarding Old Mr. Zhong's lucky draw, they saw another fresh melon.
[@ The Strongest Tipster on the Internet: So a certain pianist didn't enter the hospital late at night because she was pregnant, but because she was disfigured.]
The accompanying picture was carefully pasted in a nine-square grid from different angles to ensure that the netizens could see it clearly.
[F * ck, a ghost!]
[My mother asked me why I was so scared that I closed my eyes.]
[This … Ying Luwei has the nerve to set up the image of a beautiful pianist???]
[Wow, how much powder does she usually put on her face? No wonder she's so thick-skinned.]
Ying Luwei's fans were already furious with Old Mr. Zhong, and when they saw this Weibo post, they were even more furious.
[Is this the black post coming again? Lu Wei is not from the entertainment industry. Can you stop defaming her?]
[The picture is so blurry. Who can you recognize? Marketing accounts, please don't mess around. Please pay attention to Lu Wei's concert on May 16th.]
[Lu Wei will play Vera Hall's' Sun and Moon 'at the concert. Everyone is welcome to come and watch.]
However, because Ying Luwei's image had collapsed a lot, the fans couldn't suppress the real comments on their own.
[I'm dying of laughter. Didn't you recognize Ying Luwei by her legs? This picture isn't blurry at all. Why can't you recognize her?]
[The fans are selective and blind. But then again, Jiang Moyuan can still … admire this face.]
In the end, this Weibo post only existed for three hours before it was deleted.
The netizens also knew the reason. After sighing that "rich people can't be offended," they went to repost it for the lucky draw.
**
Three days later.
It had been almost a month since school started, and the atmosphere in Class 19 was much better than before.
Many people had actually started studying, and they would ask each other questions after class.
They didn't really want to learn, but after listening to Ying Zijin's biology class for several periods, they really didn't want to disappoint her.
Their Father Ying was such a prodigy. How could they have the nerve to drag him down?
"Papa YIng, we bought barbecue and beer." The underlings happily came in with a few bags. "This is a reward for you."
Ying Zijin put down her pen. "I'm not hungry yet. You guys eat first."
"It's okay. We'll buy more when we're hungry." One of the underlings looked around. "Where's Sister Yu?"
Ying Zijin lowered her head again. "She's helping me walk the pig."
The underlings were speechless.
This was intolerable!
They also wanted to walk the pig.
"No, we can't let Sister Yu enjoy Du Du alone." The underling angrily walked out and made a call. "Sister Yu, where are you? Oh, near East Lake. Okay, okay! "
Before he walked out, Ying Zijin suddenly stood up, her voice cold. "I'll go with you."
**
East Lake was a major attraction in Qing Zhi. The school even raised a few black swans, and the students all liked to stroll by the lake.
But it was lunchtime, so there weren't many people.
A girl was holding Zhong Zhiwan's arm as they walked. Suddenly, she pointed ahead. "Zhiwan, look. What's that?"
Zhong Zhiwan looked over indifferently and found that it seemed to be a very small pig.
"Ah, I remember now!" The girl slapped her forehead. "That's Ying Zijin's pet. The ignorant and incompetent students in Class 19 have been showing it off every day."
Zhong Zhiwan furrowed his brows. "Pet?"
"A small town is a small town." The girl sneered. "She even keeps a pig. I don't know what she likes. I really admire her."
"Pets aren't allowed in the school." Zhong Zhiwan looked at the lake and said indifferently, "Go pick it up and throw it away."
----- Digression —
Nie Yi: Why don't you just ask her?
Fu Yunshen:?
Brother Nie was a straight man, the kind that couldn't be any more straight.
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