The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

   Chapter 497 Storm

   Mirror smiles.

"Happy New Year."

   The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted the atmosphere of the scene.

Mingjing looked over Qu Feitai's shoulder, the person who came was a middle-aged man, 1.75 meters tall, with a Chinese character face, and a single eyelid showed an eager anger. .

  The man shouted: "Where are the people? Where did they all die?"

   Suddenly, the man's abuse stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, as if he had seen something amazing.

  Qu Feitai turned around, seeing the greed of Chi Guoguo on the face of the person who came, a look of disgust flashed across his eyes, and his tall body stood in front of the mirror, perfectly covering her.

  Beauty was blocked, unable to see her youth, the man eagerly took two steps forward.

"What are you doing?"

  The man seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, touched his nose, and stared at the young man in front of him with a frown.

   "Qufeitai?"

  Because of Zhao Ninghan, he has a project to invest in the entertainment industry, so he is naturally no stranger to some celebrities who are currently popular in the entertainment industry.

   This young and handsome man in front of him is the most popular and popular fried chicken in the entertainment industry, Qu Feitai.

   Mingjing walked out from behind Qu Feitai and said lightly, "Are you Song Sheng?"

   Seeing the beauty again, Song Sheng's eyes flashed again.

   The other party called out his name. Did he fall in love with him for a long time? Song Sheng was even happier.

   "Beauty knows me?"

  's tone was somewhat airy, staring at Ming Jing's face with fascination, Qu Feitai clenched his fists tightly, wishing to punch that hateful face.

   Mingjing's expression is always light, and his eyes are like the clearest spring water in a mountain stream. You can't see the slightest turbidity, and naturally there is no desire. Qing Lingling makes one's heart chill.

   "Zhao Ninghan suffered heavy bleeding from an ectopic pregnancy. She just finished the operation. She walked before the gate of **** and has now been sent to the ward."

  Song Sheng frowned and was worried on the way here, but now he is more concerned about the beauty in front of him.

  Compared with one, Zhao Ninghan is like a wild flower on the side of the road, without any style at all, and it is boring.

The beauty in front of    is different.

  Beauty is too cold and too frivolous to scare her, Song Sheng smiled and said: "It's fine, you and Ninghan are friends?"

   Mingjing frowned. Even though Zhao Ninghan was wrong, he was suffering for the pregnancy of the person in front of him. After hearing this, he didn't have the slightest worry, and he was so indifferent.

   "I have nothing to do with her."

   Mingjing pointed out the words directly, "Tonight she set up a scheme to harm me, but she asked for it. I will send her to the hospital, and then I will collect evidence and file a lawsuit in the court."

  Song Sheng reacted instantly, remembering what Zhao Ninghan had complained to him on the phone before, and couldn't believe it: "It's you?"

   The eldest lady of the Ran family who offended Zhao Ninghan.

   The Ran family is far away in Jiangzhou, thousands of miles away. A young lady of the Ran family is naturally insignificant, so he didn't take it to heart. He only told Zhao Ninghan to let her do it with confidence, and he would take care of it if something happened.

   I didn't expect it to be such a bright beauty in front of me.

  Song Sheng immediately changed his words and smiled: "Miss Ran, it's Ninghan, she is ignorant, you don't remember the villain's deeds, it's fine in my opinion."

  Der Spiegel directly refused: "Impossible."

  Song Sheng was refuted, with a hint of displeasure on his face, and said in a low voice, "Miss Ran, you sell me a face, and I will cover you in Jingzhou in the future, otherwise..."

   The slightly narrowed eyes are extremely menacing.

   Mingjing is neither humble nor arrogant, her eyes are cold, and she looks back without fear: "Mr. Song doesn't need to threaten me. If it is really good for Miss Zhao, please help her find a better lawyer and let her sentence her to a few years less."

   Just one poisoning is enough for her to drink a pot.

  Some people do not cry without seeing the coffin. It is one thing for Der Spiegel to save her. This person must be punished by the law.

Seeing that Mingjing didn't give any face, Song Sheng became annoyed and angered, and asked fiercely, "You are a small local tyrant in Jiangzhou, and you want to go against me, you are just looking for death, I will kill you as easy as killing an ant. ."

   Ming Jing smiled lightly, as if the ice and snow had melted, and the spring flowers were beginning to bloom.

   "Mr. Song can try."

  Song Sheng was still threatening with harsh words, but Mingjing left without looking at him again, leaving Song Sheng to jump on the spot.

   When Qu Feitai passed by Song Sheng, he gave him a cold look and walked away.

  Song Sheng didn't go to see Zhao Ninghan, Zhao Ninghan didn't feel anything new to him now, his eyes were full of the cool and upright beauty just now.

   He has seen many beauties, but the beauty is so abstinent and so strong, and it is still the only one.

  What he wants, he will do anything to get it, and beauty is naturally like this.

   A small Ran family in Jiangzhou is naturally not worthy of his fear.

   As his thoughts changed, Song Sheng had already made plans.

  Der Spiegel did not leave the hospital. Zhao Ninghan's operation must be found out and who is responsible.

   Tao Xianxian came back and talked about the rejection of surveillance, which was expected by Der Spiegel.

   Involving medical disputes, it is naturally impossible for the hospital to hand over monitoring easily.

   An elderly couple rushed out of the elevator in a hurry, passed Ming Jing, and immediately rushed over when they saw Song Sheng.

   "Where's my daughter? How is my daughter?"

   Mingjing glanced at it, and Tao Xianxian's voice sounded in his ears: "This couple should be Zhao Ninghan's parents, right? It's a crime, and the elderly parents are also affected."

  Song Sheng impatiently shook off Mother Zhao's hand, "The child was not saved, she is in the ward, you can go see her."

   Mother Zhao covered her face and cried, Father Zhao sighed.

   "Mr. Song, my daughter is giving birth to you, you can't ignore her." Mother Zhao urged.

  Song Sheng didn't want to quarrel with the old couple, so he replied casually, "Of course, you should go see her."

  Qu Feitai thought for a while and said, "Mingjing, you should go back to rest first, and leave it to me."

  Der Spiegel glanced at him: "How do you deal with it?"

  Qu Feitai raised his eyebrows: "It's just Song Sheng."

   It can be solved by calling Song Yinzhang.

   Ming Jing said lightly: "I have my own solution, let Song Yinzhang have a good year."

  Qu Feitai was surprised, but he didn't expect Mingjing to guess what he was thinking.

   He laughed: "What do you want to do?"

   Ming Jing pursed his lips: "It's getting late, you should go home, on the first day of the new year, it's time to kowtow to your elders."

   Qu Feitai raised his eyebrows: "Leaving you alone to face a pervert? I'm not worried."

  Der Jing also ignored him and took the elevator downstairs.

  The whole hospital was extremely cold, and along the way, no one was seen, only the lonely street lamps accompanied the shadows.

   and the lonely cold wind.

  The administrative building in the distance is lit with one or two lights in the night, like a few stars under the night.

  Qu Feitai instructed Tao Xianxian and left the hospital.

   There was no store open on New Year's Eve. Qu Feitai drove a kilometer before seeing a convenience store with lights on.

He walked in, bought a few cups of milk tea, and self-heating vegetarian hot pot. The cashier dozed off against the counter and settled the bill in a daze, unaware that the man in front of him was the one who started the frenzy at the Spring Festival Gala not long ago. superstar.

   Qu Feitai gave Yun Mo a portion of the milk tea and hot pot, Yun Mo smiled and said, "Xiao Fei has grown up and has become more considerate."

  Qu Feitai smiled helplessly: "Brother Yunmo, do you know Song Sheng?"

  Yunmo slammed the straw into his hand, and sure enough, the cannibal's mouth was short.

   Yunmo just saw Song Sheng hurriedly entering the hospital, and guessed something.

   "Song Qi's illegitimate son, relying on the power of the Song family, has done a lot of bad things over the years, and it is a miracle that he can survive until now with the Song family backing him up."

Qu Feitai knew that Song Qi was the half-brother of Song Yinzhang's father. He wasn't really a figure in the Song family, but when he was born in the Song family, he had already won at the starting point. Head, you can mix the wind and water.

   "What business does he do?"

   Yunmo smiled: "Xiaofei, I know you want to be a hero to save the beauty, but you'd better not interfere in the Song family's affairs."

  Qu Feitai smiled coldly: "What if I have to intervene?"

   Yunmo sat up straight, seeing that he was not joking, he sighed: "Isn't it good to be a star?"

   Qu Feitai only found out at this time that the star is beautiful, but he has no real power and can't protect the person he wants to protect.

   There was a hint of annoyance on the handsome face of the young man.

   Yunmo patted him on the shoulder: "Your eldest brother knows that, he must be unhappy, but this time, I will accompany you to be self-willed once, who is still young."

   Yunmo expresses understanding.

   Qu Feitai lowered his eyelashes, unable to see the expression in his eyes.

  ——

   Tao Xianxian came back with a bag of food, self-heating hot pot, milk tea, and couldn't help but sigh: "Xiaofei is so sweet."

   Tao Xianxian handed a cup of hot milk tea to Ming Jing, Ming Jing reached out and took it, "Where's the others?"

   "He gave me something and left without saying anything."

   Tao Xianxian took a sip of the milk tea. Although the taste was average, it was a very happy thing to be able to drink a cup of hot milk tea on this cold night.

  Der Spiegel inserted a straw and took a sip.

This is the first time in her life that she has drank milk tea. The taste is strange and a little too sweet, but it flows into the stomach through the throat, dispelling the cold and cold, sweet at first, but bitter aftertaste, lingering between lips and teeth But it doesn't have a taste.

  Tao Xianxian handed the self-heating hot pot to Mingjing: "Miss, eat a little, you didn't eat much for lunch yesterday, and you've been working hard at night. Without some food, your body can't handle it."

   Not to mention that it was the time to grow his body, but Tao Xianxian found that Mingjing's height was enough for a woman, and it would be a bit against the sky if she continued to grow.

   Mingjing took it, looked up at the fireworks in the sky, smiled and said, "Happy New Year."

   Tao Xianxian ran to the side to answer the phone. Her relatives and friends were very enthusiastic.

  Der Spiegel took out his mobile phone, only to find that it had already been powered off.

  Everyone is concerned, and we miss each other and bless each other on the phone. This cold night is warmed by the people who are close to us.

  Der Jing sat quietly on a bench in the garden, holding a mobile phone that blocked all information. The silent heart lake was imperceptibly and rippled.

   Who is the person she cares about?

   She looked at Mingchen Mingti and Xiao Yaomingshu who grew up. She was still young and had a smooth road ahead. She was temporarily dependent on seeing the beauty of the new world, and she was able to transfer quickly.

  Master has attained bliss.

  Senior sister has a clear mind and a wandering soul, missing her whereabouts.

   I wish grandma and grandpa Shen good health and have relatives by their side.

  Mu Xue, must be arrogantly oppressing Master Jingyun.

   Doctor Thin...

   The apex of the heart trembled, and on the dead lake, like a stone was thrown, layers of waves swayed.

   Mingjing picked up the disposable chopsticks and sandwiched a piece of lotus root. The spicy taste mixed with various seasonings rushed straight to the brain, stimulating the long-lasting dull sense of smell.

   Gradually, there was a layer of water mist in those clear eyes, the mountains were misty, and the clouds and rain covered them, as if foreshadowing an unknown storm.

  ——

  At ten o'clock, Bo Yuxun left the TV station with Mrs. Bo.

   Drive to Xiangguo Temple.

  Tonight on New Year's Eve, the head incense of Xiangguo Temple was stolen, but every year, this stigma incense belongs to Mrs. Bo.

   His devout heart is evident.

  Bo Lian ** admires her grandmother. At such an old age, she still has to go to the temple to burn incense in the middle of the night, which ordinary people can't do.

Xiangguo Temple is located on the plains in the suburbs, covering an area of ​​more than 900 acres and has a history of more than a thousand years. The Moon Dynasty reached its peak. Later rebuilt, it is by far the largest monastery and Buddhist activity center in the country.

   Before we got to Xiangguo Temple, we saw vehicles parked on both sides of the road and pilgrims crowded in front of the mountain gate.

   Mrs. Bo was in a bad mood, and when she arrived at the temple gate, she cheered up a little.

   Thin lotus leaf helped her out of the car, when a gentle voice sounded.

   "Lay, Master ordered me to wait for you here."

   Mrs. Bo saw the person coming, smiled and put her hands together: "Master Ming Deng, it's work."

   "The layman is very kind. You have taken care of the temple a lot over the years. We should thank you."

  Bo Lianye looked at the big monk in front of him and nodded with a smile: "Master Ming Deng."

   In her imagination, monks should be kind-hearted old people, but the monk in front of her somewhat broke her imagination.

   He should be in his early thirties, with long eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a thin and frail figure, wearing a gray monk robe, as clean as bamboo, ignoring his bald head, like an elegant monk.

   She has been to the temple several times with her grandmother, and every time she is received by Master Ming Deng, who is the direct disciple of the abbot, Master Kurong, and the successor of the mantle.

   But the mysterious Master Ku Rong, she has never seen it once. Every time she meets her grandmother, she is in a closed room, and no one can enter except her grandmother.

  Ming Deng smiled and nodded, his eyes fell on Bo Yuxun who was on the side, he looked away like a dragonfly in the water, turned and walked ahead to lead the way.

   "Master explained earlier that this year's top incense will be reserved for the laymen. After the layman has finished the top incense, the meditation room is ready, and the layman will rest for one night. The master will open the altar tomorrow to give a lecture.

   (end of this chapter)