The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Chaotic Heart (one more)

"Mr. Ran, wait a moment, I'll answer the call." Gu Qingyan took the phone and walked aside.

Ran Tengxiao poured a cup of tea, while sipping, looking at the rain scene outside the window.

The scenery of the teahouse is very good, quiet and elegant, antique, it is easy to relax the mood.

The tea mist was entangled, and the faint tea fragrance could not conceal the faint fragrance. It was a meditation effect, but it made him feel irritated for no reason.

The porcelain cup was a little hot, but his fingertips could not feel the slightest heat, only the boundless coolness.

Her body is as cold as ice, which is more biting than the cold wind that gradually enters the winter.

lowered his eyes, Ran Tengxiao stared at his fingertips in a daze.

At this time, he heard Gu Qingyan's uncontrollable roar outside the door: "What are you talking about? Li Yaru, you and your cousin and family are going to kill me. You are bullying the weak outside under my name, and you will offend everyone. It's gone, now I'm going to wipe my **** when I run away from the accident? Are you not going to kill me? You'd better pray that no one's life will be killed and let her surrender as soon as possible. Give her some food for the rest of your life."

Ran Tengxiao squinted his eyes. The car accident that happened just now at the intersection has something to do with Gu Qingyan?

Gu Qingyan came in again, his face looked a lot uglier than before, "Sorry, where did we say Mr. Ran? Continue."

Ran Tengxiao took a sip of tea and said leisurely: "What difficulties did Mr. Gu encounter?"

Gu Qingyan's eyes flickered, and smiled: "It's okay... It's okay, let's drink tea."

"I heard that Mr. Gu's cousin is a famous painter, who is best at landscape painting and a master of Chinese painting. It just so happens that my aunt is celebrating her birthday. I want to give her a painting. I wonder if Mr. Gu can help me ask for a master. For the price of a masterpiece, it will certainly not make the master work in vain."

Gu Qingyan's face became stiff, and now when I mentioned Li Yang's family, he was full of resentment. It was a good thing Li Yaru did. Under his banner, he took out Li Yang, a master of fame and honour, and made money everywhere, which benefited them all. The scapegoat is all his back.

"What? Does Mr. Gu refuse to give me this face?"

"No, Mr. Ran's face is naturally to be given, but Li Yang, his hand is injured, and he can't paint temporarily. It may disappoint Mr. Ran."

"That's a pity." Ran Tengxiao sighed.

"Gu Qingyan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead," I wonder if Mr. Ran agrees to the matter we discussed before? "

"You said that the stock holder of the Jockey Club, I really don't count it alone."

Gu Qingyan frowned. After this race, he found that the club was really promising, and it was fatter than he thought.

If Ran Tengxiao disagrees, he has some ways to pinch him.

"What does Mr. Ran mean?"

As far as he knows, Ma Hui is the property of the Ran family, and Ran Tengxiao is the speaker of this generation. Can no one listen to what he says?

Is it Ran Qing? This woman shouldn't worry about it.

No matter how powerful the Ran family is in his eyes, it is only a local snake. Can a snake be comparable to a dragon?

And he wants to fly dragons in the sky.

Although he was afraid of Ran's family, he looked down on Ran's family even more. It was okay when Ran Bowen was alive. After Ran Bowen's death, one generation is not as good as one. This Ran Tengxiao is too young to support such a big stall.

Ran Tengxiao couldn't see the contempt in Gu Qingyan's eyes, took a teacup to hide the sneer from the corners of his lips, took a sip, and then slowly said, "The other major shareholder of the Horse Club is Miss Ming Jing."

Gu Qingyan's heart jumped suddenly, and he raised his head calmly, "Ding Spiegel?"

When did these two hook up together? Why is there no sound at all?

This bright mirror is really magical. Jiangzhou big and small wealthy giants, political and business celebrities, more or less have something to do with her. I thought that Ran's house was the last piece of pure land, but I didn't think I could escape it.

"Yes, Speaking of the great success of Marseille this year, Ms. Der Spiegel has contributed a lot. She is now the second largest shareholder of the Jockey Club. I can't count it."

"This..." Gu Qingyan felt annoyed in her heart.

This Ming Jing has a good relationship with Madam Shen. Madam Jiang is also a guest here, and she is also Shen Zhou's sister. The relationship is intricate and well-connected. It is a pity that his family just offended the lord in his name.

If you can bring this guy over...Gu Qingyan groaned for a moment, and secretly made up his mind.

Ran Tengxiao secretly observed the look of the opposite man, and sneered with disdain.

Gu Qingyan's car disappeared under the rain curtain. Ran Tengxiao stood under the eaves, watching the gurgling rain with his hands behind him.

Ye Jian quietly walked to him: "Master Xiao, I found it out. It was Mrs. Gu's cousin who drove and ran into the accident."

Suddenly, Ye Jian said, “Coincidentally, this woman just came out of school. Her daughter had a conflict with Miss Ming Jing's sister. She deceived and wanted the principal to expel Miss Ming Jing's sister..."

Ye Jian briefly briefly said, "...Feng Qianqian ran into someone and escaped. Miss Ming Jing passed by and saved someone. It's really a good play of causality."

"Gu Qingyan's wife, really a good hand for a pit husband." Ran Tengxiao sneered.

"More than that, Li Yang's business is enough for Gu Qingyan to drink a pot. He is too busy to take care of himself, and he has an appetite for greedy horse clubs. How is Lord Xiao going to deal with it?"

"It's time to change this seat." Ran Tengxiao sighed quietly behind his hands.

Ye Jian's mind was stunned, and he hung his head quickly.

"In recent days, someone has been sent to stare at him closely. This old pervert is not honest again." Ran Tengxiao's fingers turned Yuban's fingers, his tone of coldness was shockingly cruel.

Ming Jing wore a blood coat and went home in the rain. Han Suwen opened the door to see her, shocked.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

Ming Jing smiled: "It's okay, the blood is someone else's."

Han Suwen was even more frightened.

Mingjing said, “It's not what you think, there was a car accident on the road, I'll help with first aid.”

"Amitabha, I scared me to death. It turned out to be a false alarm." Han Suwen folded his hands and prayed to the sky, and then said relaxedly: "Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level Buddha. The lady is kind and benevolent. The Buddha sees it. , Miss, I'm going to put in the hot water. Take a hot bath quickly, or you must catch a cold..." He said he went upstairs in a panic.

Ming Jing glanced at the phone, Shen Zhou and Father Shen both called, and she answered them one by one, calming down.

Tao Xingxing, Jiang Jinchen and Gao Chang all called, and Ming Jing has been answering and answering the phone.

"Miss, the bath water is ready."

Ming Jing hung up Jiang Jinchen's phone, then put down the phone and walked into the bathroom.

At the same moment she closed the bathroom door, the phone rang again.

Mingjing paused, and almost all relatives and friends who knew her number received the call.

Except for Lin Qing and Zhu Wentao, Ming Spiegel does not want to bother about these two for the time being.

Ming Jing took off her wet blood coat, took off her wig, and stepped into the bathtub.

Amidst the steaming heat, she dived into the water. After an unknown period of time, Ming Jing slowly raised her head from the water, her eyelashes were stained with drops of water, and she “clicked” into the water.

The clear water comes out of the hibiscus, and it is naturally carved, which is not enough to describe the pure and spiritual beauty of the girl. The radiant eyes seem to fall into the sky with stars, and the beauty is thrilling.

At this moment in Jingzhou, thousands of miles away, "Girl Idol" is recorded on the set, during the intermission.

Several instructors drink water, play with mobile phones, or chat with assistants, but Qu Feitai frowns and seems to be calling with some anxiety.

"Who do you think Qu Feitai is calling?"

"I have never seen Qu Shen so frowning. Who else has this magical power except my sweetheart?"

"Everyone, look at the news, there is something wrong with Ming Spiegel, Qushen must be worried."

The current news media has no lower limit. It simply ignores the facts and just exaggerates its eyes. For example, the title-Ming Jing appeared on the street in blood, did the goddess of the nation do such a thing?

Or-is it moral decay or humanity distortion? It depends on our national goddess.

No matter how bad it is, this is the case-the national goddess is not worthy?

The title is intended to be such an exaggerated title that makes people misunderstand at first glance. It attracts people to click in, say something specious, and then pair it with the widely circulated photo of the blood suit sitting outside the rescue mirror, which will make everyone's appetites. Suspended enough.

Everyone's first reaction was that something happened to Ming Spiegel, and no one of the media had made it clear what happened. I just didn't say it, I just made your appetite.

The heat has also risen, but the misunderstanding has gone.

At the very least, Qu Feitai's first reaction when he saw the news was panic and fear. After quickly calming down, he began to call Mingjing, but Mingjing never answered.

The young man's sword eyebrows were tight, and his thin lips were tight. He only hated why he was so far in Jingzhou, thousands of miles away, without knowing anything.

Qu Feitai stood up immediately and strode away under everyone's attention. The deputy director hurriedly followed up: "Mr. Qu, the recording is about to begin. Where are you going?"

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. Please pause the recording. I will bear all the consequences." He left without looking back. Judging from the hurried steps, there should be something urgent.

The deputy director was dumbfounded, and all the staff mentors and contestants were dumbfounded.

Xu Lian'er was discussing this matter with the assistant just now, and she couldn't say anything to her: "Will the rumors be true? He and Ming Jing...?"

The assistant coughed and motioned her to speak carefully.

Not only Xu Lian'er thinks so, others think so.

The contestants are all young girls, and they can't resist the tall, handsome and talented top star like Qu Feitai. They have both idol worship and fascinating yearning for him.

Now his reaction has been confirmed by the rumors, and he can no longer deceive himself. Naturally, some people are happy, some are worried, some are jealous and go crazy, and some are stunned to take off.

"The rumors are true. The person our male **** likes is Spiegel..."

Everyone heard the sound of their heartbroken into two petals. The others are okay, Ming Spiegel... The first lady in Jiangzhou, her peerless elegance, everyone can't even ride on a rocket.

When a person is extremely good, even jealousy is so pale and weak.

Zhu Xiangxiang suppressed the crazy jealousy in his eyes, and secretly clenched his fists.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get Qu Feitai's look, and Ming Jing could easily make Qu Feitai lose his temper and leave everything behind.

Mingjing walked out of the bathroom, and her half-dried hair hung down docilely. While wiping her hair with a towel, she sat down in front of the mirror.

A slender figure was reflected in the mirror, his cheeks were blushing with steam, his eyes were misty, and the cold brows faintly gave birth to a faintly delicate, clear and beautiful.

Mingjing touched her hair, which has grown behind her ears for more than half a year.

The black hair is like thick ink, which makes the skin look more frosty, and the facial features are exquisite and beautiful.

Mingjing slept. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was gloomy and dark outside the French windows.

This autumn, the rain seems to be extraordinarily heavy.

Ding Jing went downstairs and poured water to drink, the whole house was terribly quiet.

At this time, Xiaoying went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and Sister Wen went to pick up Xiaowu from school.

The day after tomorrow, she was going to Beijing to participate in the winter camp. The school gave her two days off in order to make her preparations at ease.

Mingjing came out of the kitchen with a water glass and was about to go upstairs when the door bell suddenly rang.

Mingjing paused, the fingerprint lock does not need a key, neither Xiaoying nor Sister Wen.

Mingjing walked over and glanced out through the cat's eyes.

How is he?

The ringing continues, it seems that Ming Jing keeps pressing the other party without opening the door.

Ming Jing reluctantly opened the door, and the young man hugged her with a cold breath. When Ming Jing waved his palm, he paused when he saw the young man's eyes mixed with deep concern.

is this stupefying effort, she was held tightly in the arms of the teenager.

Cold and damp rain engulfed with a faint youthful breath, blowing on her face.

Lost his eyes and confused.

(End of this chapter)

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