The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

   Chapter 491 Destiny (two more)

   Tao Xianxian led Li Qingzhuo in quickly.

   Li Qingzhuo was at a loss. He never thought that one day he would appear in the backstage of the Spring Festival Gala program group. It was a magical experience.

  The number of people in the lounge gradually decreased, and the rest of the people were immersed in a tense atmosphere, and no one had the time to pay attention to the mirror.

   Zheng Qing saw Li Qingzhuo, who was sitting lazily, but suddenly straightened his back.

   Mingjing handed the thermos cup to Li Qingzhuo: "First, take it to test the ingredients in the water, and issue a paper report, second, call the police, investigate on-site monitoring, and third, block the news until the results come out."

   She raised her eyes and looked at Li Qingzhuo: "Lawyer Li, I'm in trouble."

  Li Qingzhuo realized something instantly, and his expression became solemn: "Miss Ran, please rest assured, I will handle this matter well."

   Tao Xianxian also reacted at this time, staring at the water glass in Li Qingzhuo's hand: "How can this happen..."

How did Miss    find out? It's just horrible.

  Li Qingzhuo walked over and made a phone call, then came back and said, "I've contacted the police and I'm on my way."

   Zheng Qing snapped off her eyebrow pencil: "Let me know who did it, I peeled her off."

   At 8:30, the staff walked in to remind Der Spiegel that it was time to wait.

   The staff glanced at Li Qingzhuo, and felt that this man was born in a suit and leather shoes, and he was not an ordinary person at first glance, so he could not help but take a second look.

   Mingjing Shi Shiran got up and stroked the skirt. Under the light, the silver pattern embroidered on the skirt was shining brightly, like the silver waves that the moonlight casts on the sea.

When    was waiting, Deng Yang sneaked close to Mingjing, his face was as pale as snow: "Sister, I'm a little nervous."

  Der Spiegel touched his hand, it was cold.

   "My sister taught you a scripture, you can recite it in your heart, and over time, you won't be nervous."

  Deng Yang has a studious expression.

   Mingjing noticed a gaze, raised his head, and met that gaze unexpectedly.

   The other party smiled calmly, his lips opened and closed, and Mingjing understood the lip language.

   He said: "Come on."

   Qu Feitai's appearance time is at 9:30, and there is a short interval between the show and the mirror.

   He was wearing a red leather jacket, black trousers, and his boots were tied to his calf, which made his legs even more straight and slender, a cool and cool outfit.

  The smooth hair is combed into a middle part, which has a bit of Hong Kong style, and the jaw line is more smooth and firm, and the hormones are bursting.

   His face was painted with stage makeup, the end of his eyes was slightly hooked, and a few stars and sequins were pasted, reflecting those eyes, which were as deep as the sea.

   He didn't know how many people were watching him.

   She didn't know how many people were watching her.

   The two are separated by a sea of ​​people, and in the eyes of many people, the scenery is equally divided.

   At exactly nine o’clock, Der Spiegel stepped onto the stage.

   Hundreds of millions of viewers in front of the TV, whether they are playing mobile phones, playing mahjong, or playing in the downtown area, are all looking at the screen at this moment.

   - ah ah ah, there is really a bright mirror, killing people with beauty, the appearance is absolutely amazing.

  —Did you wear makeup? I always feel that it is not the same as the usual Mingjing. It has the temperament of killing and decisiveness, as if my life will be killed in the next moment... relying on the beauty to kill.

  —The skirt on my wife is so beautiful, the same style of a certain treasure is coming soon.

  —The voice is excellent, the articulation is clear, stronger than the actors, it seems to have its own reverberation, it is simply an audio-visual enjoyment.

  —Well said, did she write the manuscript herself? Literacy is absolutely superb.

   Mrs. Bo listened to this voice and subconsciously grabbed the arm of Bo Lianye.

  Bo Lianye looked at Mrs. Bo in amazement: "Grandma, what's wrong?"

   Mrs. Bo frowned and murmured, "This voice..."

   "What's wrong with the sound?"

   Mrs. Bo shook her head. She didn't ask until the end of the show, "What's her name?"

   Thin lotus leaf pursed her lips. She didn't understand why grandma asked Ming Jing alone. She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

   "Her name is Mingjing." Bo Yuxun said in a low voice.

   Mrs. Bo murmured: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stage. She is related to my Buddha."

  Bo Lianye and Bo Yuxun looked at Madam Bo in shock at the same time.

  Bo Yuxun unconsciously put a smile on his face, "Mother, why did you say this?"

   Mrs. Bo shook her head, turning a string of beads between her fingers, which she had been wearing for more than 30 years.

  In a detention center in Jiangzhou, Zhao Zhen and Li Jiaojiao and Ren Jiajia were among a group of female prisoners, obediently watching the Spring Festival Gala.

   When they saw Ding Jing appear, all the female prisoners couldn't help but sigh.

   Zhao Zhen stared gloomily at the perfect face on TV, her fingernails were digging into her palms, and she was unaware of the bleeding.

  She managed to survive in prison, but she appeared on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala brightly and received the admiration and envy of everyone.

  Why!

   At this moment, intense unwillingness and resentment hit her brain, causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly.

   "vomited" a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground in Li Jiaojiao's terrified sight.

   Mirror, you and I are inseparable.

  —

   A ward in Jiangzhou.

The sound of smashing things came, the nurse on duty watched the Spring Festival Gala on the tablet, and complained: "The patient of 404 is making a fuss again, I think she should not be in the nephrology department, she should go to the psychiatric department, tossing like this every day, It's weird to live long."

   Another nurse on duty pouted and pointed to the beautiful **** the tablet: "Jealousy makes people crazy."

  404's patient is what kind of thing, the whole building has spread.

   The main culprit who slandered Der Spiegel, if it wasn't for the advantage of being a minor and having a terminal illness, she should be serving time in prison at this moment.

   The bed next door has been discharged, and only Zhu Xiangxiang is left in the ward.

   One of her hair has gradually fallen off due to chemotherapy, and a large amount of it has been lost. Her face is pale and haggard, her eyes are tired and vicious, and the wide hospital gown she wears makes her look like a wandering evil spirit.

   Zhu Xiangxiang grabbed the bench and threw it at the TV. The TV screen suddenly blew up, and the girl's beautiful face on the screen became distorted.

   Zhu Xiangxiang laughed like a lunatic.

  —

  After Huaiqing fell to the ground, Bo Yujiang stepped up and kicked her. She didn't recover much strength. The strength of this kick was not enough, it was almost like scratching.

  Bo Yujiang glanced at the clock on the wall, it was eight o'clock sharp.

  Bo Yujiang didn't stay much, and stumbled away from Bo's house.

  After Bo Yujiang left, Huaiqing, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly sat up, rubbed the back of his neck, and pulled out his mobile phone to make a call.

   "Officer Li, the person has left."

Bo Yujiang walked out of Bo's house and walked for a long time before she reached the street. She rushed into the road, and a car that was rushing almost hit her. She fell on the zebra crossing, and the driver yelled: "Don't die! Isn't it? Hurry up to get reincarnated."

  Bo Yujiang got up, flicked his hand, and a dagger appeared between his fingers.

   She walked to the driver's seat, the dagger approached the driver's neck by surprise, the driver's eyes widened in horror, and in front of him were a pair of calm and excessive eyes of a woman.

"go away."

   The driver quickly raised his hands and obediently climbed to the co-pilot.

  Bo Yujiang opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, threatening the driver with a dagger in his right hand and the steering wheel in his left hand, and the car rushed into the traffic.

   Not far away, a black sedan followed the car without hesitation, always keeping a short distance.

  Bo Yujiang had only one crazy thought in his mind at the moment.

   She wants to destroy Bo's family and Bo Yuxun.

  The car passed through the downtown area. Tonight is New Year's Eve. The streets are full of lights and neon lights, but there are not many people. The streets are desolate.

  The car stopped suddenly, the driver rolled his eyes, and then a faint light could see the words of Huaqing University Family House.

The woman next to    suddenly got out of the car and stumbled into the community.

  The driver shivered, took out his mobile phone with trembling fingers, and dialed 110 tremblingly.

   He hung up suddenly, no, one more thing is worse than one less thing, anyway, he has nothing to lose, if you provoke the police, don't think about going home tonight.

  New Year's Eve, he wanted to spend it with his family.

   Thinking like this, the driver could only admit that he was unlucky, restart the car and leave.

   The family home is very quiet. Every family stays at home to watch the Spring Festival Gala, or they get together to play mahjong, and no one is seen along the way.

  Bo Yujiang knocked on the door of a certain household.

  The door opened, and a man in a white sweater appeared at the door, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, making the man more refined and refined.

   Seeing the woman standing at the door, Liu Xiangyue frowned, "Ajaan?"

   (end of this chapter)