When Ming Jinxin said "daughter", the girl was shocked. After thinking about it secretly for a while, she asked cautiously, "Is she Uncle Ning's daughter?"
The girl's parents have been in contact with Ming Jinxin for many years, and they often cooperate in business.
She knew a lot about the situation in Ming Jinxin's family.
Ming Jinxin nodded.
"It turns out it's my sister. I'm so lucky today." After confirming Ning Youguang's identity, the girl immediately showed an intimate and bright smile. She even let go of Ming Jinxin's hand enthusiastically and walked towards her.
On the other side, he took her arm and said, "Sister, it's very heavy to carry such a thing. I'm going to call my assistant now to help you carry it. You won't be so tired when you go shopping with us later."
Ning Youguang smiled and declined, "I can just do it myself."
Ming Jinxin reminded with a smile, "Heng Heng, she is two years older than you, you have to call her sister."
"Is she my sister? Auntie, if you don't tell me, I won't be able to tell at all." The girl's almond-shaped eyes opened slightly and she looked at Ning Youguang, as if she was extremely surprised.
"It's sister." Ming Jinxin said with a smile, "You can just call her Sister Youguang."
The girl immediately changed her mind, "Sister Youguang, you don't have any makeup, your skin looks good..."
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Beijing, a famous villa area.
"Bao, are you back?" When Mrs. Zhao came downstairs from a nap and yawned, she happened to see her son, who was wearing a white shirt and black trousers and looked particularly refreshing and neat, walking slowly through the door.
Zhao Ying nodded lightly, his handsome face expressionless.
"What's wrong? Did you encounter anything unpleasant while having dinner with your schoolmates today?"
My son appears to be as gentle as jade to the outside world, and behaves like a humble gentleman to everyone, but in fact he is very distant from many people and does not get close to him carelessly.
But at home, especially when there are fewer people at home, it is very relaxing.
It can even be said to be a bit lazy.
Mrs. Zhao had never seen such a look of worry on her son's face after he went to a long-awaited appointment.
It felt like my whole body was blocked by something.
"I'm going up to rest." Zhao Ying did not directly answer Mrs. Zhao's words, but walked upstairs.
"Would you like to drink some health soup? After drinking it, you can sleep well." Mrs. Zhao was a little worried when she saw him like this.
"No more drinking." Zhao Ying took a few steps up the stairs.
Mrs. Zhao looked at her son's tall back in silence, secretly thinking about various things that would make her son unhappy, but she did not choose to say something sensitive at this time that might make her son even more unhappy.
Instead, he changed the topic to a lighter topic, "Does Miss Ning like the gift I prepared?"
Zhao Ying replied impatiently, "I didn't send it."
"Why didn't you send it? I think you took it out." Mrs. Zhao said in surprise.
"She was stuck in traffic today. She came last and didn't have a chance to send her off." Zhao Ying frowned.
This was something he didn't expect.
At the same time, he happened to reach the second floor.
Seeing that her son was about to disappear, Mrs. Zhao asked anxiously, "Do you think it's okay if I invite Miss Ning to come to our house to see paintings in a few days? It just so happens that the artworks I recently hired from various places will be home in two days.
Already."
Zhao Ying finally stopped and turned to look downstairs, "You should make an appointment with her."
"Hey, I get it." Mrs. Zhao was instantly happy, "If you're tired, go to bed. I'll tell you when I make an appointment." 1314