The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 504

Chapter 504 Offending

"Professor Liu, it's kind of interesting."

As soon as he got in the car, Zheng Qing pulled down the vanity mirror and started to remove makeup.

"He is Miss Bo's fiancé."

As Mingjing finished speaking, there was a momentary silence in the carriage.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"That's more interesting."

"Don't be foolish, Professor Liu is a serious person."

"What do you mean, I'm not a serious person?"

Der Spiegel was speechless at her strong words.

"Don't worry, I have my senses."

Zheng Qing hummed a song, and with her skillful hands, she quickly returned to her original beautiful and moving face.

Ming Jing thought for a while and said, "Have you checked the details of the Qin family?"

"Of course I checked, the Qin family is not a good thing, but as the saying goes, no bamboo shoots good bamboo shoots, Qin Tian is still a good man, otherwise I would not be able to give my son to them with confidence."

"But..." Zheng Qing's words changed, and the narrowed fox eyes showed a chilling coldness.

"Dare to touch my son, I will make her regret living in this world."

The car drove into the underground garage. The garage was so big that you couldn't see the head at a glance. The lights flickered on and off, and the atmosphere was gloomy and scary.

Zheng Qing just turned in when suddenly a car jumped out from the corner, Zheng Qing slammed on the brakes urgently.

"Fuck, which turtle grandson dares to say goodbye to your aunt's car."

Zheng Qing got angry, just opened the door, and was about to go down to find the other side's theory, when the door of the van suddenly opened, and seven or eight strong men with sticks got out from the car and surrounded her car.

Zheng Qing blinked, one foot was in the car and the other was on the floor. She maintained a steady movement and turned to look at the mirror on the passenger side.

"what happened?"

Der Spiegel was much calmer, and swept around: "Come again."

The word "again" is very spiritual.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "Beauty is a disaster."

The mirror is as steady as Mount Tai: "In one minute, it should be able to solve it."

Zheng Qing moved his joints a bit, and there was a "click" sound when the bones were pinched, and the knees of the listeners became weak.

"Auntie, I haven't been active for a long time, and you just came to the door. Tell me, who asked you to come?"

Zheng Qing lowered the brim of his hat, the lights flickered, and he couldn't see his face, but he had a mysterious beauty.

A flash of surprise flashed across several people's minds at the same time.

"I advise you to be obedient and to be against President Song, you won't have good fruit to eat."

The woman's red lips are slightly hooked, which is extremely beautiful, but also extremely cold.

"Song Sheng, auntie hasn't asked him to settle the account yet, but he's brought it to the door first. Alright, let's settle the old and new accounts together."

The woman leaned against the car door, hooked her fingers, and spoke in a casual and casual tone, as if to say that the weather today is really good.

"Are you coming one by one, or together?"

A few people have never seen such an arrogant woman, and she still speaks harshly when she is about to die.

They looked at each other, and one of them suddenly rushed up. I thought it was a weak woman with no strength to hold a chicken. Who knew that the next moment, the woman's long legs lifted up and pressed against the man's shoulder. The man couldn't move his entire body, like a jack. On his shoulders, his face was contorted with pain, and his body lowered little by little amid the woman's light laughter.

The woman crossed her chest with her arms and leaned against the car door, her posture relaxed and casual.

In contrast, the man's hideous face and his will that was quickly disintegrated.

The difference in size between the two is huge. I thought it was a battle without suspense, but who knew that it was only a few tens of seconds.

The man finally couldn't hold it any longer, and knelt on the ground with a "pop". The voice seemed to echo in the hearts of everyone, trembling with fear.

There was a gust of wind blowing from somewhere, and everyone was shivering, and they felt cold sweat on their backs for some reason.

The woman impatiently kicked the man's chest, and the man flew out like a broken kite, and several people backed away, for fear of being hit.

The man fell to the ground, twisted a bit, and made no sound.

The hearts of several people were split with horror, and the hand holding the stick could not help shaking, "You... Who are you?"

"You Mr. Song didn't tell you? He kicked the iron plate."

Zheng Qing ran out of patience, stepped on high heels and walked over step by step.

Every time she took a step, several people took a step back, clenching their sticks and staring at her carefully.

"I really overestimated him. What kind of crooked melon and cracked dates are I looking for? This is extremely disrespectful to my aunt."

Zheng Qing finished his words and shot.

The afterimage is like the wind, unable to grasp half of the corner of the clothes.

In just one minute, several tall men were lying on the ground like rags and moaning, looking at the ghostly-shaped woman standing under the semi-darkness of the lamp, their hearts were horrified.

They didn't even see how she made the move, they were already lying on the ground unable to move.

is really scary.

Zheng Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly turned to look at the pillar to the east, "Get out."

You could hear the quiet needles falling all around, and the man's terrified gasps became clearer.

The man suddenly turned and ran.

Zheng Qing sneered, stepped on a stick that fell beside his feet, kicked his toes, and the stick flew towards the man's back.

Hearing a scream, the man's vest was hit by a stick and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Zheng Qing walked over and stepped on the man's back with high heels, "Now, immediately, immediately take me to Song Sheng."

This person is Song Sheng's assistant, and he is desperate at this moment.

reminded President Song long ago that the other party should not provoke him.

Mr. Song insisted on going his own way, now it's alright, kicking the iron plate.

The assistant got up resignedly, "Don't hurt me, I'll take you to see President Song."

The car door opened, and a girl in white walked down. In the night, the white attire was spotless.

Zheng Qing said with a hearty smile: "Mingjing, how is it, I didn't embarrass you."

Der Spiegel walked calmly through a group of men staggering about, like the purest lotus flower growing in the mud.

A man who fell to the ground suddenly reached out and grabbed a skirt, and said unconsciously, "Save... save me."

In the cold and dark space, even the wind is icy and cold, except for the blurred white, with a faint golden light all over the body, like the unforgettable warmth from childhood in the depths of my memory.

In hell, but yearning for the sun, seeing a glimmer of hope, he couldn't wait to reach out.

Only that white light is the only salvation in the muddy life.

No one can refuse.

Zheng Qing stepped up with a kick, "I don't want my hand, I'll chop it off for you."

Mingjing looked at the mess on the ground and said helplessly, "Don't hurt your life."

"I have a sense of proportion, and I can't be soft-hearted when dealing with this kind of person."

Zheng Qing saw the assistant staring at the mirror in a daze, and stepped up: "What are you looking at? Lead the way."

The assistant staggered a bit and almost fell into a dog's poop, so he honestly led the two of them towards the elevator.

Song Sheng took care of his hair in front of the mirror, not knowing how much wax was applied to his head.

Then he took the perfume bottle and sprayed it on his body several times.

In the living room, the candlelight dinner has been prepared, and in the bedroom, the big rose bed is also in place.

As soon as he stopped, his mind was filled with the cold and out-of-this-world appearance of the little fairy.

took out his phone and called the assistant.

In the elevator, the mobile phone rang rapidly, the assistant's heart shuddered, and his head drooped even lower.

A smiling voice fell in his ear: "Take it."

Assistant took out his mobile phone and consciously turned on the speakerphone, Song Sheng's impatient voice came out.

"What are you talking about? I can't handle a little thing. I won't see anyone again in ten minutes. Go back to the construction site and lay the bricks."

The assistant glanced at Zheng Qing cautiously, and was amazed by the beauty, and his mind went blank for a while.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

Assistant Fu Zhixin immediately replied: "In the elevator, I'll be there soon."

The other party hung up the phone.

The assistant was heartbroken, "Two young ladies, do you really want to offend President Song? His background and ordinary people can't afford to offend him. I'm also really worried about you, for fear that you will suffer."

Zheng Qing said with a smile: "Little handsome guy, you are very loyal. It's too late to speak for your master at this time."

At this moment, the elevator arrived.

Zheng Qing said with a smile: "Go open the door."

The assistant stepped out of the elevator in resignation and went to ring the doorbell.

Before he could touch the button, the door opened and Song Sheng hurried out.

"What about people?"

As soon as he looked up, he saw a beautiful and beautiful woman standing in front of him, Song Sheng's eyes instantly straightened.

If it is explained that the mirror is a peerless fairy, then the woman in front of her is the most beautiful peony.

The beauty smiled and hooked her soul away.

"Song Sheng, right?"

Song Sheng nodded his head like garlic, and looked flattered: "Beauty knows me?"

"President Song's name is like thunder..."

Before Song Sheng had time to be happy, the other party suddenly pulled out a whip from behind and swung it towards his face. Song Sheng was stunned by this change, he didn't have time to dodge, and took the whip firmly.

"Your aunt is looking for you."

The assistant hurriedly ran away.

Song Sheng reacted after realizing it, covered his face and screamed: "Ah..."

The whip slanted from the left eye to the right lower jaw, and the skin was ripped open, and it was extremely tragic.

This whip also took away all Song Sheng's thoughts. His eyes narrowed instantly, and he glared at Zheng Qing fiercely, "You dare to hit me? You are dead."

It was only then that he realized that standing behind Zheng Qing was a quiet mirror like an invisible man, but at this time he could no longer think about it.

He was so big, it was the first time anyone dared to slap him in the face.

In his eyes, the woman in front of him was already dead.

"Oh roar, I'm so scared." Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and lashed out with another whip.

"Auntie will give you another whip."

She has obsessive-compulsive disorder. She doesn't make a cross on her face, which is uncomfortable.

Song Sheng won't be passively beaten this time, he grabbed the whip that was thrown over suddenly, and pulled it hard, but the other party didn't move at all.

Song Sheng practiced judo for a few years in order to protect himself when he was young.

The extremely coquettish woman smiled and said, "Song Sheng, Song Sheng, who are you thinking about, but you want to be thinking about our Mingjing, so don't blame auntie for being ruthless."

After saying that, he swung the whip, and Song Sheng suddenly let go of the whip because of the pain in his palm.

The next moment, the whip was as flexible and soft as a snake, wrapped around Song Sheng's neck, and pulled it hard, Song Sheng fell to his knees, unable to breathe more and more, his eyelids twitched.

The sense of suffocation on the verge of death made him like a stranded fish, struggling desperately, surrounded by fear in all directions, like the deepest nightmare, falling into the endless abyss.

The assistant hid in the corner, watching this scene, his knees went weak.

is really going to die.

"Aqing." Mingjing stopped her.

Zheng Qing snorted coldly and took the whip, "It's really bad luck."

Song Sheng got the air and breathed desperately, his cheeks flushed.

At this time, he did not forget to say harshly: "Do you know who I am? Offend me, I will make your life worse than death."

"You still have the strength to speak, it seems that the lessons are not enough."

Zheng Qing stepped in front of him on high heels, dragged the man into the house by the collar, stripped naked, tied his feet with ropes, and threw him onto the balcony railing.

Under the terrace, there is a 30-story high-rise building, opposite a skyscraper. The neon lights of the whole city light up the night, and the night wind is strong and biting.

When Song Sheng realized what the other party was going to do to him, he was finally scared.

"You... you let me down, we have something to say, my father is Song Qi, and my uncle is Song Yang, do you know the consequences if you dare to do something to me?"

Zheng Qing played with the rope: "The Song family is amazing, it's a pity that you are such a prodigal son, I'll wait for your father and your uncle to come to me, go ahead."

Zheng Qing smiled and nodded his eyebrows.

With a scream like a pig, Song Sheng fell down from the balcony on the 30th floor.

The cries of echoed in the heavens and the earth, extremely miserable.

As the night wind wafted a sultry smell, Zheng Qing frowned in disgust: "I actually peeed my pants, and I dare to do bad things even with this little courage."

The rope rolled in his palm, and Song Sheng stopped falling.

Zheng Qing turned his head with a smile and beckoned to the assistant who had long been frightened: "Come here."

The assistant stumbled over.

Zheng Qing shoved one end of the rope into his hand. The assistant subconsciously wanted to let go, but Zheng Qing grabbed it again and put it in his hand.

"Caught, I don't think you want to be charged with murder, do you?"

The assistant grabbed the rope tremblingly, but the strength was not strong enough. One stumbled and hit the railing, and the rope slipped down a few inches. He was so frightened that he quickly pressed his foot against the glass and grabbed it tightly. Hold on to the rope.

Zheng Qing yawned, "Let's go, go home and sleep."

The assistant hurriedly said, "Miss, please spare my life. I'm just a paid social animal. I have eighty mothers and three-year-old children to take care of. Your adults have a lot, so let me go."

Zheng Qing sighed: "Life is not easy, young man, keep persevering, and soon the dawn will come."

The words fell and left with his arms around Der Spiegel.

"Aren't you afraid of offending the Song family?"

Zheng Qing lifted his eyelids and glanced at the mirror: "Chongguan is angry, is he handsome just now?"

Mingjing said helplessly: "The Song family will not give up."

"If the Song family is sensible, and they know they're right, they won't be held accountable. If they take the opportunity to attack, then it's just right. Grandpa will settle accounts with him, and raise some **** that will pollute the eyes."

(end of this chapter)

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