The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 392

Chapter 392 Changes

What? The largest shareholder of the company is the Xiao Ye of Ran's family?

Zhao Ninghan just finished looking at the high-rise buildings of Pa Ran's house. This Xiao Ye represents the combination of power and wealth in Jiangzhou. He did not expect that he was involved in the entertainment industry.

Zhao Ninghan choked, “Mr. Li, the company can't just give up on me like this, listen to my explanation...”

"What is the explanation? Look at how many people scold you on the Internet. Lord Xiao has already spoken out. I can't save you this time, so let's do it for myself."

The call fell, the other party hung up the phone.

Zhao Ninghan listened to the beeping busy tone from the phone, and his heart sank to the bottom.

"You're playing big cards, I won't sleep and help you settle down. When your career is on the rise, you fainted and fell in love. I begged grandpa to tell grandma to help you seal your mouth to the media, and finally stabilize your heels. You are rumoring an affair with Xiao Bailian. Do you know how many people there are? Staring at your position and want to pull you down? But you have been blinded by the lard. For so many years, I have treated you with all my benevolence, so I will do my best in the future."

The agent said, turned around and left, never wanting to care about her anymore.

"Sister Xu, can you help me figure out a solution? We have all rushed through so many years of hardship, and you can't leave me at this time." Zhao Ninghan rushed over and grabbed the agent's hand and pleaded bitterly.

"I have warned you a long time ago, if you don't listen, what can I do? You provoke someone bad, you provoke Der Spiegel, she doesn't care, her nephew is a man who must be reported, you want me to die with you ?"

The agent shook her hand away and left without looking back.

Zhao Ninghan walked out of the venue in despair, and a large number of media immediately surrounded her, flashing lights one after another, and she could hardly open her eyes.

Questions from all directions made her scorched. The reporters carrying microphones and cameras were like vampires with open mouths. Their eyes were full of crazy greed, wishing to eat their flesh and blood.

Zhao Ning was embarrassed, fell and stumbled among a group of people airtight, "Go away... Get away from me..."

She tried her best to shout, but it was as if a stone was thrown into the sea, without the slightest response.

And her embarrassment was recorded by the camera.

Media Comment-The fall of an era, the rise of a new star.

Liang Yanran and Zhao Ninghan, this era has ended, and the future belongs to young people.

Mingxin's first official appearance has left a very good impression on the public. According to the media's straightforward evaluation, she is about to embark on the next era.

And the future star of the entertainment industry is currently on the snack street, "Smelly tofu, I like to eat stinky tofu the most."

Mingxin's eyes were bright, holding two skewers of grilled squid in his hand, pointing to the stinky tofu and said: "Boss, give me a stinky tofu and add more chili."

"okay."

Mingxin took a bite of the grilled squid, leaving his mouth full of fragrance.

"I didn't dare to eat this before, but I can finally enjoy it."

Liang Yanran is easy to get fat. Since becoming an actor, in order to maintain her figure, she has not eaten carbs for ten years, and even eats rice grains.

Unsatisfied taste buds, coupled with various pressures, she developed depression.

It is clear that the body fat rate is low, the body is young and healthy, the metabolism is excellent, and it is not fat no matter how to eat.

But just in case, she still quit carbs half a month in advance. The thing that has supported her willpower in the past half month is tonight's presumptuous.

Grilled skewers, stinky tofu, hot and sour noodles, fruit fish...Snack that she could not even think of before, now she can let go of her taste buds.

I am so happy.

Ming Jing smiled and shook his head, took out a paper towel, and gently wiped off the oil stains on Ming Xin's mouth.

Mingxin licked her lips, narrowed her eyes and smiled.

The small vendor quickly made the stinky tofu. Mingxin tied one with a stick and handed it to Mingjing's mouth.

"Junior sister, you have a taste. This is tofu. It will not break your ring. Although it is not to eat after lunch, there are exceptions."

Mingjing walked through the stream of people like weaving, with brilliant lights and noisy voices. She wore a white dress and did not stain the world's fireworks.

There is a kind of calmness and cleanness in the eyebrows that wash away the lead and the thousands of sails. That is the peerless light that can't be concealed by the night.

"It is not the one who eats seasonally, but also the one who fasts and fasts. It is said that the six emotions are forbidden from being stained with the six dusts, and all evils are eliminated and all good is cultivated, hence the name Zhai."

For liberation, appetite must be purified.

Mingxin stuffed the stinky tofu into her mouth. She has a relationship with the Buddha, but she will not become a Buddha after all.

Ordinary people, love, hate, sentiment, behavior, sitting and lying, food and sex.

As soon as the two of them left forefoot, the patron came again in front of the stinky tofu stall on the back foot.

"Two servings of stinky tofu."

A deep, magnetic voice fell in his ears, and the boss quickly looked up.

Two tall and slender young men stood in front of the booth, both wearing hats and masks, covering their mouths and faces tightly, giving people a mysterious and noble feeling.

The man who was talking was a man wearing a blue fisherman hat on the left. He was a little taller than the young man next to him. Compared with the coldness of the other young man, he was much gentler, his eyes were gentle and calm, with a bit of attention. A sloppy smile.

"Okay, do you want chili?"

The man thought for a while, and shook his head.

High-end singers like Qu Feitai have a better voice than their face, and they shouldn't eat irritating food.

Qufeitai picked up his phone, scanned the payment code posted on the booth, and asked casually: "How much is it?"

The sound is better, cold like the top of a snow-capped mountain, and clear like spring water hitting the shore, like the most pure and flawless beautiful jade, without a trace of impurities.

The boss was stunned, and subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the man.

The man's gaze is hidden under the brim of his hat, like two ancient ponds in black, bottomless.

Subconsciously, the boss blurted out: "Twelve...twelve yuan."

The man pointed his finger on the screen of the phone, and soon the phone in the boss' pocket came out the voice broadcast of the account.

The boss saw the man's hands, his fingers were slender and slender, beautiful and inconceivable.

Two beauties just left, and here are two handsome guys again, what kind of blessing is he tonight.

Especially the girl in the white dress just now, really looks like a fairy walking out of the painting.

Now that I think about it, I feel a little trembling.

Zhou Zhengru took two servings of stinky tofu and handed one of them to Qu Feitai.

Qu Feitai was taken aback.

"How can I not eat stinky tofu when I come to Jiangzhou."

Seeing that she likes it so much, it should be delicious.

Qu Feitai took it over. Two big men walked in the crowd, each holding a bowl of stinky tofu. Although they were all covered with masks and hats, their body and temperament were absolutely terrifying.

Two little girls rushed over with blushing faces and blocked Qu Feitai's path. She said shyly, "Brother, can you give me your WeChat ID?"

Zhou Zhengru suddenly felt that the stinky tofu in his mouth no longer fragrant.

are all men, why is Qufeitai more popular than him? Isn't it a pop uncle type now?

Where is he?

Under the brim of the hat, the sword eyebrows are slightly frowned.

I saw that the man did not speak, he bypassed the two without hesitation, and strode into the crowd.

Qu Feitai's voice is too recognizable. His fan base is geared towards young people. As long as he speaks out, he will definitely be recognized.

Zhou Zhengru touched his nose and was about to catch up, but one of the girls grabbed his sleeve.

"Brother, are you friends? Can you give me the WeChat account of that brother just now? Please please..."

The little girl pleaded pitifully.

Zhou Zhengru shook his head: "Sorry, I can't divulge his WeChat account without his consent."

The words fell back withdrawing his hand and strode to catch up.

The two hurried to catch up, and they were no longer in the crowd.

"Do you think the voice of the brother in the blue hat just now sounds familiar? Where did you hear it?"

"When you say it, I also think... and don't you think the back of the black brother is a bit familiar?"

The two looked at each other.

"Tonight's fashion festival will be held in Jiangzhou."

"Zhou Zhengru!"

"Qufeitai!"

The screams of the two pierced the noise of the night market and pierced the night sky.

"Xiao Fei, wait for me." Zhou Zhengru caught up.

"I feel old for the first time." Zhou Zhengru smiled wryly.

Thirty, it is the golden age of actor, but compared with a vigorous young man like Qu Feitai, it is half of his body.

Qu Feitai stared at a figure in the crowd, always keeping a close distance.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, the flow of people came retrograde, Qu Feitai was rushed and fell back.

He stabilized his figure, grabbed a young man, and asked, "What happened?"

"Someone in front of me went crazy and took a machete to hack people. It's horrible. Run."

The words fell free of Qu Feitai's hand, and ran without looking back.

"It's murdered...!" There was a panic scream from the crowd.

Zhou Zhengru looked at him, threw the stinky tofu in his hand, and rushed forward without thinking about it.

Qufeitai also rushed out against the flow of people for the first time.

As soon as the two of them walked to a fried chicken stall, the boss suddenly went crazy and poured a pot of hot oil on them.

At the moment, Ming Jing pulled Mingxin back quickly, seeing that pot of hot oil fell on the innocent girl passing by behind him, Ming Jing flew at a speed different from ordinary people, and threw the girl under him.

After a numbing sound of "Zila", Mingxin reacted first, yelling for Junior Sister, and rushing towards her with red eyes.

The boss drew a boning knife from under the chopping board and rushed out with a fierce look.

The people around were frightened by the incident. An internet celebrity engaged in eating and broadcasting happened to record the scene of the fried chicken boss breaking hot oil. She was stunned and screamed.

"My God, it's exciting..."

The live broadcast room was also messed up due to this change. This is the rhythm of making social news headlines.

Someone spotted something wrong--

"Am I dazzled? The girl in the white dress with hot oil is a bit familiar. I can recognize this perfect bone shape even if it is pasted into the bottom of the pot..."

"Ding Spiegel? Don't you scare me? How is it possible."

"Obviously, she can avoid it. In order to save the girl behind, she rushed forward. That's **** oil, woooo must be the mirror, and only she can save people so resolutely."

"What? It turned out to be Ming Spiegel? What kind of person would want to hurt her, she is so kind, how can they bear the heart..."

"The boss rushed out with a machete. It was terrible... He wouldn't want to kill, lunatic, what a lunatic..."

Eating and broadcasting Internet celebrities are not afraid of death, they rushed up excitedly, and the camera aimed at the fallen mirror.

Immediately afterwards, the host screamed with excitement in the live broadcast room: "Ding Spiegel, it turned out to be Ding Spiegel!"

In the camera, the girl fell on a girl, her black hair pouring down like clouds, and her small face became pale and beautiful, and her clear eyes seemed to endure a certain emotion. Through the live camera, she moved thousands of people. The hearts of thousands of people.

The girl who was crushed by the girl was stunned, staring blankly at the beautiful face that could only be seen on TV and the Internet.

"Are you Der Spiegel? Did you save me?"

A worried cry came from behind: "Junior Sister..."

Mingxin rushed over and saw Ming Jing's skirt curled up by the hot oil, revealing a section of white and delicate calves, and his eyes instantly turned red.

Ming Jing stood up from the ground, her pupils shrunk, and she suddenly pulled Ming Xin, the machete wiped Ming Xin's right arm and swung it down, a few seconds later, Ming Xin's right arm was gone.

Mingxin was pulled behind by Ming Spiegel. She bit her trembling lips and fingers and tremblingly took out her phone: "I will call 110 immediately. Yes, there is an ambulance..."

Ding Jing pushes his mind to open up, "Hide on the side."

The man saw that he missed a hit, he swung another knife fiercely, and the knife fell straight toward Ming Jing's neck.

The opponent is tall and big, with a big waist and a round waist. He has an extremely sharp machete in his hand, and Ming Jing is just a weak little girl. With such a huge disparity, anyone will sweat for Ming Jing.

Mingxin and eating broadcast internet celebrities screamed at the same time.

"No...Junior sister." His eyesight was splitting.

Eating and broadcasting Internet celebrities almost peeed their pants.

The whole live broadcast room is full of screams and exclamation marks.

The next moment, the boy jumped up from the crowd, flew up and kicked the hand of the man holding the machete, the machete took off and flew out, and the man was also kicked out fiercely.

This foot seems to be mixed with the strength of Thunder Wanjun, and it seems to be full of endless anger, once it explodes, the power is amazing.

Ming Jing's raised hand dropped slightly, gave him a faint look, then turned and walked to the man's side.

It is a dark corner, and the corner cannot be illuminated by the light.

The white embroidered shoes lightly stepped on the man's arm bones, the girl's eyelashes were slightly drooping, and she pulled away from the ancient glacier at the bottom of her eyes.

"Who is it?" The two words softly, like a call from the **** of death.

The man stared at the girl in front of him blankly. She was dressed in the dark night, her eyes were like a secluded pool, and her mouth was like a knife, accurately approaching his gate.

The fear from the soul made him tremble subconsciously, and all his integrity was thrown behind him.

The next moment, the girl's toes point three inches from the junction of his arm bone and elbow bone, and the toe grinds lightly, and the man groans in pain.

The girl has the compassionate eyebrows of a holy Buddha, but her eyes are like messengers from hell, revealing a faintly dead air.

"Say."

(End of this chapter)

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