Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 158 Second Young Master Ying, I, Miserably

Zhang Ke stopped talking about this topic, and started talking about Yin Mang.

"Mangmang, this child is really a big girl."

Zhang Ke was full of smiles, with three points of admiration in his eyes: "She was sitting there just now, look at her whole body, I almost didn't recognize her."

"It's...it's not like you."

"I remember, she is 16 years old, right?"

Zhang Ke stroked the engraving on the top of the cane with his thumb, and reminded lightly: "There are still two years left, and this child will be coming of age."

"18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony."

"I know."

Yin Qingxuan blew on the floating powder in the teacup, with a three-point cold indifference between his brows and eyes.

"Just remember."

There was a brief silence between the two of them.

After sitting in the study for a while, Yin Qingxuan went out to send Zhang Ke away.

He turned slowly and walked back into the living room.

In the living room, a bright girl in a flamboyant red dress is teasing Yin Zhi.

Yin Zhi's entire handsome face puffed up.

Obviously, it was extremely wronged.

Yin Qingxuan's eyes flickered slightly.

18 years old...

"Mangmang! Don't bully your brother!"

Father Yin took a step forward and scolded softly.

Empress Yin squatted on the ground, still waving her hands casually, and looked at Yin Zhi with a smile.

The voice was sweet and coquettish: "Brother, did I bully you?"

This was the first time that Yin Zhi heard his younger sister call his elder brother.

The anger immediately dissipated completely.

His handsome face flushed red, and he hugged Yin Mang excitedly.

"no!"

After Yin Mang made use of Yin Zhi, he unceremoniously lifted him away with one hand.

"Dad, you heard everything."

"Xiao Zhi said, I didn't bully him."

Father Yin who witnessed the whole process of bullying...

He covered his heart, wanting to say sadly: Girl, you can't be so shameless!
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"Boom."

The sound of the rumbling engine slowly extinguished, and a black Aston Martin slowly parked outside Ying's house.

The butler, Uncle Zhang, stood beside him on a small electric scooter, and bowed slightly: "Young Master, you are back."

At the horizon, the afterglow of the setting sun was as red as blood, pouring on the ground, as if paving a golden road.

The noble and modest man got out of the car, his long legs wrapped in well-tailored black suit pants.

He crossed the house with a cold, quick step.

The setting sun shone on his face, making his face, which was so handsome that he was not like a mortal, look even more dusty.

Bisheng, his facial features are sharp and cold.

Bringing out three points, Yumian Shura's coldness.

"grandmother."

In the living room, Mrs. Ying grabbed her second grandson's arm and kept patting his thigh out of righteous indignation.

"This little girl is so vicious! It's okay to pretend to be someone's savior, but she still wants to frame the heroine! I don't know what kind of parents can raise such an incomprehensible girl!"

Ying Er Shao was slapped by the old lady's strength that was completely out of age, grinning, wanting to run but not daring.

He only has such a little money every month, and the extra income is all given by his grandma.

This time the son abandoned his precious grandma.

According to grandma's temperament that she must report, she won't give him any money for half a year.

Second Young Master Ying's heartbroken tears flowed down his face.

Others say that being a rich second generation is easy.

He also said that for a super rich second generation like him who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, life does not know how wonderful it is.

God knows how miserable he is every day!

It's okay to live under the cruel suppression of the big brother.

Just a little bit of pocket money every month!

(End of this chapter)