The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 401: Nest Fire (Part 1)

Do you deserve to be compared with Der Spiegel?

Outright ridicule and humiliation.

Jiang Chunlan grew up so old, it was the first time someone spoke to her in this tone.

His eyes darkened, and Jiang Chunlan smiled coldly.

Madam... the young master is here. Zhou Xue's voice came from outside the door.

Jinchen?

Jiang Chunlan subconsciously stood up, she almost forgot about Jin Chen.

Before Jiang Chunlan left, she turned her head and glanced at Bo Yuxun: The grievances between us have nothing to do with Mingjing. The child is innocent. If the law can't help you, then you wait to accept the condemnation of the society. leave.

Bo Yuxun sneered, the people of the Jiang family were all shameless.

Let me ask you, where is Ming Jing? Jiang Jinchen grabbed Qu Feitai's collar and asked coldly.

This was the most outrageous thing Jiang Jinchen had ever done in his life.

Qu Feitai took a deep look at him, pushed away his hand, took a step back, and adjusted his collar slowly.

You are late.

Jiang Jinchen clenched his fists and shook his head in disbelief: Impossible, absolutely impossible, you must be lying to me.

The corner of Qu Feitai's mouth curled up a bit, implying a bit of disdain, and quickly disappeared.

Jinchen. A woman's gentle voice sounded from behind.

Qu Feitai's eyes quickly flashed a glint of coldness.

Jiang Jinchen turned around stiffly, looking at the woman behind him, he was in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

Jiang Chunlan's eyes were distressed, Jinchen, mom knows you can't take this blow, but we still have to face the reality. Don't worry, mom will definitely seek justice for Ding Jing.

Jiang Chunlan came over, wanting to hug Jiang Jinchen and comfort him.

Jiang Jinchen was completely out of his wits, looking at Qu Feitai opposite him, he suddenly smiled.

That smile was a bit mocking, a bit astringent, and a bit heavy.

Like a shattered flower, it falls off the soil and is finally crushed into dust.

Jiang Chunlan took Jiang Jinchen to leave, and before leaving, she told Zhou Xue: Settle the affairs behind Ming Jing.

Zhou Xue should be.

Xiao Hua dominated the door, refusing everyone to enter, and threatened her neck with a knife whenever anyone approached.

For a while, no one dared to approach half a step.

Zhou Xue said in a deep voice: Is it interesting for you to make such a fuss? It's time for your young lady to settle her affairs.

You are a bad person, you are the one who killed Missy, I will not give you another chance to hurt Missy, get out, get out.

Xiao Hua pointed a knife at her and cursed at her.

Zhou Xue was so angry that she didn't fight anywhere, this shrew was simply unreasonable.

Okay, I'll see how long you can stay there, as long as you're not afraid of the stink of your eldest lady's body.

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On the other side, Jiang Chunlan accompanied Jiang Jinchen home, and Jiang Jinchen didn't say a word along the way.

When I got home, I fainted. When I touched my forehead, it was very hot.

Jiang Chunlan hastily asked someone to carry Jiang Jinchen to the bedroom, and invited the family doctor to come.

The drip was put on, but the person still did not wake up.

Jiang Chunlan sat by the bed, looked at the comatose boy, and stretched out her hand in distress.

Jinchen has lost a lot of weight recently, and her face was so thin that she lost her face. She gently stroked Jiang Jinchen's cheek: Mom will definitely protect you.

Jiang Jinchen, who was in a coma, didn't know what he dreamed of, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he muttered in his mouth.

Jiang Chunlan leaned closer to listen.

But I heard a familiar name.

His eyes dimmed, and Jiang Chunlan tucked the quilt up for him, Everything will pass, let's have a good sleep.

After closing the bedroom door and turning around, Jiang Chunlan's expression darkened instantly.

What are you worried about, madam? Bo Yujiang came over and supported Jiang Chunlan himself.

Jiang Chunlan narrowed her eyes slightly: What kind of medicine is sold in Ran Tengxiao's gourd? How could he be caught obediently?

Bao Yujiang smiled: In the past, Madam didn't care about him as much as he did, but now that Madam has dealt with it ruthlessly, he must have been scared out of his wits.

No, you don't know him. Jiang Chunlan shook her head.

When he first came back from abroad, I didn't take him seriously at all. If I didn't notice it for a while, I would just go back to the mountain. When I realized something was wrong later, I couldn't touch him easily.

At this moment, Jiang Chunlan realized that she was a little impulsive. Ming Jing was Ran Bowen's daughter. For her, it was a double betrayal. The incident of last night was only caused by the momentary anger.

What made her even more uneasy was that Ming Jing was really dead?

She always felt something was wrong, the boiling oil did not burn her, the machete did not kill her, but died of a small drug allergy, it is absurd, it is like you sharpen the knife and prepare to go up the mountain to fight, and the beast He hit his head against a tree and died, which made people feel angry.

Although she got an affirmative answer from Zhou Xue, she still felt uneasy.

As for Ming Jing, she has an evil nature and cannot be speculated with common sense.

Both she and Ran Tengxiao are smart people, if they join forces, give her a trick...

Jiang Chunlan's expression turned serious.

Bo Yujiang didn't notice Jiang Chunlan's complexion, and said to himself: Madam is too flattering to Ran Tengxiao, he is just relying on Ran Bowen's remaining prestige, fox and tiger prestige, Madam gave him face before, now since he tore his face, it's nothing It’s so scary, the Ran family has a nest of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, why is Madam afraid? Just leave it to me, and I will clean it up for Madam.”

Jiang Chunlan glanced at her: What is your identity now? Aren't you afraid that others don't know? Bo Yuxun gave me a warning today, cover your vest and don't cause trouble for me.

Bo Yujiang asked: Bo Yuxun, how dare he disrespect his wife?

Jiang Chunlan sneered: It's not because of that bitch. Since his surname is Bo, and Mrs. Bo was kind to me when she was young, I won't care about him like him.

What's more, the reason for Ming Jing's death this time was that Bo Yuxun helped her by accident.

Bo Yujiang was stunned, who is the bitch in the wife's mouth?

Jiang Chunlan coughed lightly: You go back, don't come here if you have nothing to do recently.

Bo Yujiang left Jiang's house, the cold winter sun brought a rare warmth, through the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, she looked at the scorching sun above her head.

For a woman, Bo Yuxun had a falling out with Mrs. Bo, and decided to go abroad for more than ten years.

Mrs. Bo never mentioned this, and Ji Rouen also seemed to keep her secret.

The slut in the wife's mouth may be the same person as the woman Bo Yuxun loves so much.

Who is this person?

If a man like Bo Yuxun can't forget it for many years, she must find out.

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Brother Qing, something is wrong, you should read the news. Xiaowen rushed in hastily.

The man behind the desk had his long legs resting on the table, squinting his eyes in the chair.

Hearing this, he said lazily: The sky is falling and there is a taller one to hold it up, what's the hurry?

No, Brother Qing, it's Miss Zhu, isn't it... something happened to Miss Ran.

Zheng Qing yawned, and said lazily: Your news is delayed, I already knew about it.

Xiaowen froze for a moment, Brother Qing could still be so calm when he knew about it, it shouldn't be.

Isn't he good friends with Miss Mingjing? How did he know that the news of Miss Ming Jing's death was so flat?

Plastic friendship?

No one will support them in the future, and it will be difficult for their company to develop.

Zheng Qing said slowly: Look, the sun rises as usual today, and you still have to go to work honestly for a few thousand dollars, so ah, the earth will continue to revolve without anyone.

The blinds were opened, and the sunlight rushed in, making it almost impossible to keep your eyes open.

Zheng Qing put his hands on his eyelids, rubbed his sore eyes, and sighed inaudibly.

Can this evildoer die? Unless the sun comes out in the west.

The sieve is not as thoughtful as she is.

It's just... Zheng Qing frowned, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

Why is it the reason of drug allergy.

What's going on with the public opinion on the Internet now?

Xiaowen immediately replied: The Internet is too scary now. I only now know that Ms. Ran's influence is so great. Almost the whole Internet is arguing for her. Ran Tengxiao and Ran's family are almost sprayed into a sieve. The whole network@ The police shot Ran Tengxiao dead.

The anger of netizens is really terrible. The gathering of millions or even hundreds of millions of anger is enough to destroy the world.

Zheng Qing clicked his tongue: This game of chess is really too big, be careful not to burn yourself.

Xiaowen said he didn't understand.

Zheng Qing smiled and said: In this case, let's add more firewood to make the fire more prosperous.

Xiaowen came out of Zheng Qing's office, and the receptionist called and said, Sister Wen, a girl named Mingyue came to Mr. Qing.

Xiaowen frowned, and knocked on Zheng Qing's office door again.

When Zheng Qing heard that Mingyue was coming, she was taken aback and almost forgot about her.

Let her in.

Xiaowen went out and brought in a young and beautiful girl.

The girl was wearing a short pink down jacket, black leggings, and a pair of white boots. She was youthful, fashionable, and beautiful, and she couldn't help but shine.

And the girl's appearance is even more beautiful, especially a pair of big watery eyes, which seem to be full of spring water, revealing a bit of delicate and pitiful coquettishness in the haze, I feel sad and pity.

Zheng Qing lamented that he was lucky to be a woman, and he was powerless, otherwise he would be the scumbag.

Mingyue put the food box in her hand on the desk, and said softly: Brother Qing, this is the breakfast I made with my own hands, please try it.

It's so considerate, I sent breakfast for myself.

Zheng Qing smiled and said, How do you know I'm here?

Mingyue glanced at Xiaowen who was standing aside, and said a little shyly: Miss Xiaowen's business card was accidentally left at home, I remembered the address on it, Brother Qing, you haven't come back for a few days, I'm a little worried about you , I came here rashly, I hope I didn't cause you any trouble.

The girl's voice is soft and gentle, even better than Oriole's singing, it is an ultimate enjoyment to hear it.

Especially the three words of brother Qing, the bones of everyone who heard it were crisp.

Zheng Qing coughed and sat up straight, Xiaowen, you go out first.

Xiaowen glanced at Zheng Qing, then at Mingyue, seemed to understand something, turned and went out.

Outside, it was already boiling because of the appearance of the bright moon.

Sit. Zheng Qing pointed to the sofa opposite.

Mingyue walked over obediently and sat down, without touching her hands or looking around.

Zheng Qing stroked her chin with her fingers, frowned and stared at her carefully.

Mingyue was a little embarrassed to be stared at like this. She touched her face with a bit of shyness in her brows.

Zheng Qing is also from the entertainment industry. She has seen too many beauties, and her eyesight has long since grown. The only thing that can make her amazing is Der Spiegel. This is the second one who gave her a sense of surprise beauty.

Zheng Qing opened the drawer and took out a film and television project launch book, which contained planning, character biographies and part of the script.

This is a project that she fancyed at the film and television venture capital meeting a while ago. A team of college students is not familiar with the film and television environment, but the script is very eye-catching. Zheng Qing caught it at a glance and drew a big cake. This team joined her subordinate.

At present, she has a lot of projects in hand, except for the aircraft carrier-level Yun Shangfeng, she plans to focus on developing this project next, but it is still a bit difficult to choose a satisfactory heroine. Great satisfaction.

There is a poignant sense of brokenness in the heroine, with a layer of melancholy always on the tip of her brows. This feeling can hardly be found in modern young people.

But Mingyue seems to be Luo Weiyu who came out of the script.

The more Zheng Qing watched, the more pleasantly surprised he became.

Yueyue, what's your plan next? Zheng Qing poured a cup of tea and handed it to her.

Mingyue took it over, she was stunned when she heard the words, and subconsciously raised her head to look at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing smiled gently, Mingyue's cheeks turned red, she quickly lowered her head, holding the water glass tightly with both hands.

I don't know either.

Are you interested in being an actor?

Actor? Brother Qing, can I be an actor?

Of course, as long as you like it, I can make you a popular star. With your looks, it's not a problem. Zheng Qing said confidently and calmly.

Mingyue pursed her lips. She didn't like being an actress, but if she could help Brother Qing, she would.

Mingyue nodded: Okay, then I will listen to brother Qing.

The girl has a cute face, like a doll waiting to be played with.

Zheng Qing smiled: Don't be afraid, I will protect you in the future, just tell me if you need anything, don't wrong yourself.

Mingyue's heart was warm, and a sweet smile appeared on her face, Okay, Brother Qing.

Zheng Qing opened the lunch box, millet porridge, two steamed buns, two dishes, one meat and one vegetable.

Zheng Qing was also hungry at first, but he ate it up quickly, and couldn't help but praise: Yueyue, your craftsmanship is really good.

Mingyue's eyes lit up: Really? If Brother Qing likes to eat, I'll make it for you every day from now on.

This kind of thing, just leave it to the helper. Your hands are so beautiful, they are not used for housework.

Mingyue was so moved that she didn't know what to say, Brother Qing was so kind to her.

After sending Mingyue away, Zheng Qing called Bo Yujiang: Miss Bo, when you come to Jiangzhou, let me, the host, do my best to be a landlord. I also hope that Miss Bo will give you noodles.

Bo Yujiang stopped a taxi, Mr. Qing, you decide the place.

After hanging up the phone, Bo Yujiang sneered and told the driver, Go to the People's Hospital.

When the driver heard about the People's Hospital, his heart trembled subconsciously, and he reminded him in a low voice: Your accent is not from Jiangzhou, is it? Let me advise you, it's not an emergency. It's best not to go to the People's Hospital these days. The nearby Second Hospital It's also very good, how about...

I'm going to the People's Hospital, drive your car properly. Bo Yujiang said coldly.