Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 72 Grandma won't even answer him when he cries!
Master Ying is very suspicious of life now.

Not only does he doubt life, he also doubts the source of his genes.

"Call them to serve."

Mrs. Ying sat beside Yin Mang.

The more she looked at Yin Mang's current appearance, the happier Mrs. Ying became.

The girl's clear and beautiful face does not use makeup, but it looks more and more beautiful and refined.

The beautiful eyes are black and white, but when the tails of the eyes are raised, they are bewitching and beautiful.

Innocent and confusing.

Mrs. Ying lowered her voice: "You girl, you used to never listen to me."

"Look now, how beautiful it is!"

At first glance, he is a cute and good boy!
It looks best when it's clean.

The old man's love for Yin Mang was beyond words, and the corners of Empress Yin's lips curled up, and she chuckled: "Grandma is right."

"That is!"

Mrs. Ying proudly puffed out her chest, and deliberately glanced at Ying Muzhi who was walking towards her, implying something: "Grandma is someone who has been here before, so she can still lie to you!"

"Some people always don't listen to the old man's words, and they will suffer!"

"When the time comes, grandma won't even bother him crying!"

Ying Mu suffered from indirect deafness, and took off his windbreaker jacket as if nothing had happened, and only put on a light blue shirt.

The top two buttons of the young man's shirt were ajar, the skin under the neckline was as white as warm jade, and the clavicle line was as delicate as a picture scroll.

He stretched out his long arms, pulled out the chair, and leaned back lazily.

The man is sitting lazily, his brows seem to be smiling but not smiling, like a landscape painting with splashed ink.

The surrounding scenery is set off in black and white.

He was the only one with exquisite appearance and temperament like a banished immortal.

"Bai Yi, come over and eat together."

Assistant Bai, who was about to sneak away, froze and turned around smoothly: "Master, I'm not hungry."

There are three people sitting at this dinner table.

No one is good!

Assistant Bai clenched his fists: I'm flustered, I'm scared!
Ying Muzhi glanced over indifferently.

Bai Yi automatically and consciously sat down obediently.

Only half of the buttocks are next to the edge of the chair.

It is convenient for him to escape at any time.

"Ding ding ding..."

The phone on the table rang.

It belongs to Ying Muzhi.

Just now, Yin Mang put it on the table casually, right next to Ying Muzhi.

The call was from Yin Qingxuan.

"Hello." Patriarch Ying picked up the phone, glanced at Yin Mang, "Uncle."

He hummed twice again, with a flat face, and then handed the phone to Yin Mang.

Glass-like eyes fell on the smiling girl's face.

He said, "Your father, I'm looking for you."

Yin Mang took the phone.

Opposite the phone.

Yin Qingxuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The transparent glass reflected the dark pupils of the man's indistinguishable emotions.

With his eyes lowered, he scanned the door of the restaurant, media reporters carrying all kinds of camera microphones.

"Mangmang, you posted the news on Weibo?"

Yin Qingxuan stayed in the office all morning, babbling, trying to figure out what was going on with the hexagram her daughter shook out last time.

He doesn't like looking at his phone.

In recent years, he even rarely uses social software, and usually calls his daughter.

If the reporter hadn't forced his way into the restaurant, Manager Song would come up and ask him if he wanted to let people in.

Yin Qingxuan didn't even know that his daughter had done such a big thing.

"it's me."

Yin Mang nodded, smiling softly.

But there was a deep coldness hidden in his eyes: "I have found all the evidence."

"The original recordings and musical manuscripts are all in your drawer."

The girl smiled lightly, her voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, gurgling past.

(End of this chapter)