The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 313: Fool (Part 2)

Qu Feitai smiled and walked over, flicked her head lightly with his fingers: Little sycophant.

Ming Chen covered his head: I'm not, I'm serious, Brother Qu, you will definitely become a very powerful person in the future, but because you are too young and you are so handsome, those superficial Most people only see your appearance, but not your talent. If you are ugly, everyone will find your incredible talent through your ugly appearance. Therefore, people are most likely to be fooled by your appearance. I only want to believe what my eyes see, it's not your fault, it's their fault.

The little girl's eyes were shining like stars twinkling in the dark night sky.

Qu Feitai was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, You little girl, what you say makes sense.

That's what my second sister taught me. It's said in the Diamond Sutra: All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and like lightning, and should be viewed as such.

The way he shakes his head is really cute.

Brother Qu, don't be unhappy about those irrelevant people, you should think more about happy things.

Qu Feitai looked into Mingchen's bright eyes, smiled and patted her head: You are very lucky.

Some people live their entire lives, but no little girl can live a transparent life.

Of course, I am a baby blessed by the god of luck. Ming Chen patted his chest confidently.

Qu Feitai suddenly had a flash of inspiration, took out a pen and paper from his bag, sat down and began to write and draw, his expression was very serious, his brows were furrowed, confused for a while, thinking for a while, Ming Chen watched from afar, not daring to go up Before begging for mercy, he sat quietly on the side.

Brother Qu looked serious, really handsome.

Ming Chen took out his mobile phone, took a photo secretly, and was happy alone for a long time.

After a while, Ming Ti came to deliver dinner, after dinner Qu Feitai continued to write, he didn't know when Ming Chen left.

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Ming Jing asked the school for half a month's leave, and the school tactfully cared about her body, and naturally responded to everything else.

Although Der Spiegel has obtained the recommendation qualification of Huaqing University, it still needs to complete all high school courses on this basis. After the school approves it in March next year, it will submit an application to the recommendation university and wait for the approval.

The exam at the end of December is directly linked to the graduation certificate, and this mirror must take the exam.

After a day of fermenting on the Internet, the popularity of Der Spiegel was unprecedented, and even the host Cao Yue took this opportunity to become popular.

Countless people flocked to her Weibo to ask about the situation at that time and Der Spiegel's safety.

Cao Yue didn't dare to talk nonsense, so she could only keep silent.

The company has a dedicated public relations department to deal with this matter. At 8:00 pm, the company directly issued a statement on the official website, briefly explaining the matter, and bluntly saying that Der Spiegel's health is fine, so that the public can rest assured.

Later, the Jiangzhou police issued a notice announcing that the case had been solved.

This efficiency is indeed a bit high, but the public likes it.

——Zhao Gan? Where did this shriveled boy come from, a big man actually has such vicious methods, suicide is too cheap for him.

——Let me give you some popular science about this Zhao Gan. He is the nephew of the aunt who is the leader of the largest Hei faction in Jiangzhou. The relationship is a bit complicated. Everyone just needs to know that he is a local person. It is rumored that the master behind the Jockey Club is This leader, everyone calls him Lord Xiao. It is rumored that he is very young and handsome. After all, we have never seen it and don’t know it. The rumors are so spread. President of the Jockey Club, how did Lord Xiao swallow this breath, and then there will be today's drama, the water in the middle is deep, well, my account will not be able to keep, goodbye by fate.

——Why did he smell the conspiracy.

——No, my Ming Jing is so kind, how could he defeat the evil forces? Don't let anything happen to you.

——Evil prevails over righteousness, just wait, the light of righteousness will definitely wipe out all the bad guys.

——I am from Jiangzhou, and I testify that I was lucky enough to meet Lord Xiao once. He is very, very handsome, much more flavorful than little fresh meat. Evil fighting, ah ah ah, so good ... I'm sorry I have guilty. I regret it.

——Upstairs...I want to knock it too, it feels so broken.

——A group of nympho, who can't tell right from wrong, you should really be dragged to the cesspit to wash your brains.

No matter how the Internet speculates, this case is considered to be over. After this incident, Jiangzhou's Lord Xiao and Qinglonghui also appeared in front of the public for the first time, and popularized science about how many evil things the Ran family has done before. How to cover up the sky with one hand, paper cannot contain the fire, and no matter how quickly you delete posts on the Internet, it can't stop the spread.

While condemning the evil forces, the public sweated for Ding Jing.

After one night, the Internet was calm, Der Spiegel’s name disappeared from hot searches, everything that happened yesterday seemed to be a hallucination, the days are moving forward, the public’s forgetfulness is the fastest, and it will soon be replaced by new things Interested.

Second Sister and Second Sister, you should finish this bowl of Dabu Soup soon. Ming Chen ran in with a bowl of soup.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun was shining brightly, Ming Jing was kneeling on the futon, sandalwood was burning on the table in front of him, and a yellowed scripture book was turned over by the wind.

Ming Jing looked down at the bowl in front of him...the so-called big tonic soup that didn't look very good.

Did you survive?

Mingchen's eyeballs rolled around: Yes, I boiled it for three hours, and put a lot of precious Chinese medicinal materials, second sister, drink it quickly.

Ming Jing scooped up the soup with a spoon: Cordyceps sinensis, century-old ginseng, snowy ganoderma, donkey-hide gelatin bird's nest antler...

Ming Jing couldn't help but hooked his lips, raised his eyes and glanced at Ming Chen eagerly: Whoever served it to you, you serve it to him, and let him drink it himself.

Ming Chen's eyes widened, and he stammered, Who...who is it?

Ming Chen didn't have the courage to look directly into Ming Jing's eyes, and lowered his head: I knew I couldn't hide it from Second Sister.

Nourishing is about gentleness. If you mix it up like this, it's not nourishing, it's harmful. If you serve it to him, just say I said it. You watch him drink it with your own eyes.

Ming Chen said pitifully: Second Sister, Brother Qu has been guarding him for a long time, his fingers are burnt, you can pity him for all his painstaking efforts...

Ming Jing shook his head: There are so many precious medicinal materials that cannot be wasted, don't you think so?

Ming Jing's voice was very gentle, Ming Chen shivered, picked up the bowl of soup obediently, turned around and walked out with heavy steps.

Ming Jing shook his head lightly, the corners of his lips slightly hooked.

This idiot...

Second sister said, I want to watch you drink it with my own eyes, and I must not waste it. Ming Chen said with a slumped head.

Brother Qu, Second Sister is very smart, so I'll never hide it from her.

Qu Feitai took the bowl of soup, gritted his teeth, and drank it all.

Ming Chen said in surprise: Brother Qu...

This, this, how to do it.

Ming Chen widened his eyes, and suddenly pointed at Qu Feitai and screamed: Brother Qu, you...you have a nosebleed.

Qu Feitai felt a rush of blood in his body straight to his forehead, his whole body was hot and uncomfortable, and something hot seemed to flow out of his nose.

I reached out and touched it, and there was blood in my hand.

Qu Feitai's face turned pale.

But soon he was flushed by the surging blood, and Qu Feitai felt that he could crush a cow to death with his bare hands...

He looked at the blood on his hand, like a magical switch, and those fragments of memory suddenly flashed in his mind.

Qu Feitai swayed, leaning on the wall behind him to stand firm.

Shaking his head, he wanted to get rid of those memories, but it seemed like they had taken root, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what.

Ah... Qu Feitai hugged his head, let out a long cry of pain, and knelt down on the ground.

Ming Chen was startled by his appearance, thankfully he didn't give the second sister a drink, turned around and ran, shouting while running, Second sister, something happened...

As soon as he went out, he almost ran into each other.

Mingchen looked up in surprise when he saw the moonlit skirt, Second Sister, come quickly, something happened to Brother Qu.

Ming Jing stepped in unhurriedly, and saw from a distance the boy kneeling on the ground, facing the blood on his hands, his handsome face was full of regret.

Ming Jing frowned, and walked slowly in front of him.

The young man was stunned, and suddenly reached out to grab the hem of the skirt in front of him. A big bloody handprint was printed on the pure white skirt, as bright and dazzling as red plums blooming in the snow.

I'm sorry... He made a hoarse voice with difficulty.