The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 105 Desire to Capture (Part 1)

The gate of the Chinese-style tea house is simple and heavy, and the two red lanterns hanging on the eaves of the gate swayed gently in the night wind, so the dim lights and shadows cast by the lights engulfed in the night wind swayed, like the whispers of the night.

A white figure came out with a faint red light, and everything around him seemed to lose their voice for an instant.

The other party got into a white car on the side of the road and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Xiao Fei, what's wrong with you?" Tian Long's voice brought back Qu Feitai's sanity, he lowered his eyes and coughed lightly.

"fine."

Tian Long handed him the coffee, Qu Feitai took it and said thank you.

Tian Long felt that there was something wrong with Qu Feitai, and thought it might be because he was too tired these days, so he asked the driver to go back to the hotel without thinking too much.

The car started to leave, and at this moment, another person came out of the teahouse, but this person was very angry and swearing.

"Stinky girl, don't be shameless, I'm really in a hurry, I'll kill you..."

The secretary hurriedly said, "Mr. Li, be careful with your words."

This person is none other than Deputy Director Li.

He is holding the last hole card in his hand, as long as he hands it over, Zhu Wentao will never come out again. He didn't plan to use this thing now, but now that the situation is special, he used it to make a deal with Zhu Mingjing. If you don't enter, you don't even care about Zhu Wentao's safety.

Is there such a cruel daughter in the world?

Deputy Director Li was angry on the one hand, but proud on the other hand, Zhu Wentao, Zhu Wentao, you have oppressed me for so many years, but I never thought that you would fall into the hands of my own daughter.

If Zhu Wentao knew the truth, he wondered if he would vomit blood in anger.

On the one hand, he was trembling with fear. If this little girl wanted to get half a cent from her, she had to skin her first.

At such a young age, it is unimaginable that someone with a scheming heart will take time.

"Everyone went in, and it's my turn to be the next one. Should I be caught without a fight? I don't believe that this stinky girl has no weaknesses. Check it out for me, and you must be quick."

He didn't believe it anymore, he couldn't subdue a little girl.

——

When Ming Jing returned to Zhu's house, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Lin Qing draped a cashmere shawl and sat on the sofa in the living room waiting. When she saw Ming Jing coming in, she immediately stood up.

"Mingjing, have you gone to see Deputy Director Li?"

Although Lin Qing hadn't interfered with the company's affairs for many years, she was one of the top executives at the start of the business. More than half of the shares that Der Spiegel got came from Lin Qing. This woman is not as weak as she looks.

"Um."

"He is the veteran who started a business with Zhu Wentao. This person is very defensive and ambitious. He probably has a lot of evidence against Zhu Wentao in his hands. I know that his hands are not clean at all these years. Human greed That’s how it got bigger a little bit, is Deputy Director Li threatening you with these things?” Lin Qing said worriedly.

"Those who have done wrong things should be punished by law, and there is no reason or excuse to excuse them." Ming Jing's cold voice resounded loudly.

Lin Qing was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood Ming Jing's meaning. While he was relieved, he was also a little chilled.

She felt that such contradictory thoughts of hers were ridiculous.

"You are right, this is the punishment he deserves." Lin Qing murmured.

How could Mingjing miss the flash of loss in Lin Qing's eyes? She didn't explain it. This is the complexity of human nature.

She doesn't need other people's approval for what she does, and she doesn't care what Lin Qing thinks of her. There are some things that are not useful just by explaining them.

Good and evil are only in one thought, and this one thought lies in the original mind.

"Did you drink today's medicine?" Ming Jing asked lightly.

Lin Qing was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said quickly: "Drink it, I will drink it every day according to your request."

Ming Spiegel nodded: "That's good, take care of your body."

The words went upstairs.

Lin Qing stared at Ming Jing's back, was she caring about me just now?

She is so unfeeling towards Zhu Wentao because Zhu Wentao has gone too far.

Even if it was his own biological father.

——

The next morning, Qu Feitai woke up blushing.

Looking at the ceiling, the boy let out a long sigh.

There was a knock on the door: "Xiao Fei, are you awake?"

Qu Feitai is a very self-disciplined person, and he still hasn't woken up until almost nine o'clock like today, especially when there is still a shooting plan today, which is very unusual.

Covered with a quilt, Qu Feitai kicked his long legs irritably.

At first Tian Long thought that Qu Feitai stayed up late last night to write songs too late, so he couldn't get up this morning, but after shooting for a long time, he didn't respond, so he felt something was wrong.

"Stop knocking, I'm awake."

After hearing Qu Feitai's voice, Tian Long breathed a sigh of relief: "At ten o'clock in the morning, I asked Feiyue's photographer to take pictures by the river, and it's almost nine o'clock now."

Brother, do you want to be reported to be playing big names?

Although there is a high probability that it will be dismissed by Huang Chao's PR, this does not conform to Qu Feitai's code of conduct.

Qu Feitai came out of the shower, his face flushed red from the steam, passed by the writing desk, and glanced at a notebook that was already filled with strange symbols.

Qu Feitai's manuscript is hard to come by.

Qu Feitai picked up the guitar placed on the corner of the table, and plucked it twice, with a clear and crisp tone.

Tian Long pressed his ear to the door, listening to the sound of the guitar coming from inside, accompanied by the la la sound of the boy who did not fill in the lyrics. The tune was fresh and bright, which made people feel good when they heard it.

Is this the new song that Xiao Fei released last night? It sounds good, it's his favorite style.

It's gone after only a short paragraph, and this should be just one of them. Tian Long can't wait to listen to the whole song.

Ten minutes later, Qu Feitai came out after changing his clothes.

Tian Long glanced at the black T-shirt on him, feeling a little strange.

Qu Feitai is obsessed with cleanliness, especially in summer, he never wears clothes for two days. This time when he came to Jiangzhou, he only checked in three suitcases, all of which were Qu Feitai's private clothes.

This black T, he remembered that Qu Feitai was wearing this one the day before yesterday, right?

Or did he buy several of the same black T?

Tian Long felt that based on his understanding of Qu Feitai, the second possibility was more likely.

This must be the case, otherwise how can you explain the cleanliness Qu Feitai wearing a short sleeve for three consecutive days?

On the bus to Qujiang, Qu Feitai had an audio call with the music producer while having breakfast.

Huang Chao went to discuss cooperation with the sponsor of the concert early in the morning, and it was rare for him to calm down now.

After the call was over and breakfast was finished, Qu Feitai took out the bluetooth headset and put it on, and clicked on the recording file on the phone to play.

His fingers clasped his thighs, tapping lightly and rhythmically.

Usually at this time Tian Long would never dare to disturb him, not even for big things.

Qu Feitai looked at the passing scenery outside the car window, and gently closed his eyes.

Notes and shadows were intertwined, and his thoughts were mixed and chaotic. He quickly grabbed the thread that disappeared the fastest, pulled it, and pulled it back.

Sometimes inspiration is fleeting, and if you don't catch it in time, it will be lost forever.

Therefore, it is very important to cultivate concentration. Strong concentration can allow him to quickly grasp what he wants in a mess of thoughts, otherwise he can only watch it slip away. Feeling is the most powerless.

Qu Feitai opened his eyes in satisfaction, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Thinking of something, he closed his eyes and pondered for a while, picked up his phone and clicked on Song Yinzhang's WeChat box.

——I still have a few tickets here. On the twenty-ninth day, you bring your friends to cheer me on.

The other party should be busy, and it took five minutes to reply—OK.

Qu Feitai hesitated for a moment, pointing his thumb back and forth in the input box—to thank Miss Zhu who rescued us that day, please help me give her the ticket.

—Do you explain the mirror? She's already got a ticket, so she shouldn't need it.

Qu Feitai's pupils shrank suddenly, and his typing hands were trembling—? ? ?

Did he think too much? The other party was playing hard to get with him.

Thinking of this, the corners of Qu Feitai's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

——A good friend of Der Spiegel is a fan of yours. Before, she begged Der Spiegel to help her get tickets. You know how hard it is to get tickets for your concert. One more person is more insurance. Der Spiegel is lucky, but She snatched it, and her good friend's grades at the end of the semester improved greatly because of Der Spiegel's help. Her parents also rewarded her with a ticket. She asked Der Spiegel to watch your concert with her. The basic situation is like this, so your Keep the tickets for yourself.

After hearing the voice from Song Yinzhang, Qu Feitai's smile froze on his face.

There are times when the tickets for Qufeitai cannot be given away, and no one will believe it.

When Qu Jiang arrived, Qu Feitai didn't care about these things. The photography team got off the car and was already waiting there. Qu Feitai went to make up and change clothes first, and Tian Long went to negotiate with the photographer about the shooting process.

——

"Cousin, I really like Qu Feitai so much, can you help me get a ticket for his concert, I beg you." Zhou Ying clasped her hands together and begged very sincerely.

Ding Jing shook his head: "Why do you think I can get tickets?"

"You are the chairman now, just ask the sponsor of the concert if there is a partner of our group, and it is very simple to get a ticket."

Ming Jing glanced at her, and that look made Zhou Ying's heart shudder.

"Why am I doing this?"

Zhou Ying was stunned: "Because I'm your cousin, cousin, we are so close, why would you do me a little favor? For you, it's just a phone call."

Ming Jing smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"The privileged class, if there is one, there are two. If this continues, how to manage it? How to convince the public?" Before she finished speaking, she turned and left.

Zhou Ying stared at her back angrily, "Isn't it just a ticket, why are you so serious, just forget it if you don't help me."

"Hey, it seems that kissing a cousin is useless. They don't help you, Yingying, you are nothing more than that for a cousin." Zhu Xiangxiang's sarcastic words came late.

Zhou Ying gave her a white look: "It's none of your business, fake."

He hummed and left.

Ming Jing returned to the room, thought for a while, picked up the phone and sent Song Yinzhang a message.

— Do you have extra concert tickets?

Now the concert tickets are only for Qu Feitai.

As soon as Song Yinzhang sent Qu Feitai away, Ming Jing came to ask, did the two discuss it?

--have! How many do you want?

— two.

Song Yinzhang felt strange, so he asked a question--haven't you already grabbed the tickets?

——Thank you, I will treat you to dinner later.

The other party did not reply, Song Yinzhang stared at the last few words of the other party's reply in the message box in a daze.

Song Yinzhang non-stop sent messages to Qu Feitai—leave me two tickets.

The face hurts a bit.

Qu Feitai was probably busy, so he didn't reply.

Song Yinzhang just forgot about it and went about his own affairs.

Today there is a breeze, the sun is not strong, the surface of the Qujiang River is sparkling, and the beautiful boy is walking by the river, every frame is a beautiful blockbuster.

Qu Feitai has a well-proportioned figure, a three-dimensional and deep face, and expressive eyes. When he first debuted, he stood out in the fashion circle with a magazine photo. Because of his unparalleled figure and expressive eyes.

Supermodel figure, top-notch face, genius voice, peerless talent.

Such a person is simply the darling of heaven.

It was rumored that a certain industry director once saw Qu Feitai in a magazine, and felt that his eyes were full of content, in line with his portrayal of the role in the new movie, so he contacted Qu Feitai's manager and wanted to invite him audition.

This director is an absolute master in the industry, so many first-line stars have robbed him of his role, even a role with three lines of lines is still popular in the entertainment circle, many people think that a face like Qu Feitai Being worthy of his figure, he would have an idea to enter the film industry. In fact, the audience was also looking forward to it, but after the news came out, Qu Feitai refused without hesitation.

Legend has it that the director bluntly said it was a pity.

For the film industry, a good seed may have been lost, but for the gradually declining music industry, a talent has been preserved.

This is enough to show that there are too many things that can be discovered in Qu Feitai's eyes, which gives him an outstanding advantage when taking flat photos.

Today's shooting was unexpectedly smooth, half an hour earlier than expected.

The staff of the entire photography team had a deeper understanding of Qu Feitai, and became his fans one after another, asking for autographs and group photos.

This is derived from the charm of Qu Feitai. Anyone who has come into contact with him will be overwhelmed by his charm.

The so-called charm is nothing more than appearance, figure, personality, conversational talent, etc., and these are just the least worth mentioning about Qu Feitai.

Although Qu Feitai has a cold personality, he is still very gentle and responsive to fans who really like him.

After signing, Qu Feitai got into the car, and Tian Long handed him the water glass.

Qu Feitai took a sip of water. Although there was no sun today, the air was a bit stuffy.

Tian Long fanned Qu Fei with his hat, and said with a sad face, "I see the weather forecast says that there will be heavy or heavy rain in Jiangzhou in the next few days. I hope it won't affect the concert."

If the weather is severe that day, the concert will be temporarily suspended by the government.

Qu Feitai has been silently preparing for this concert for so long, and his hard work cannot be ruined overnight.

Qu Feitai glanced at the sky, "July and August is the rainy season in Jiangzhou, I hope everything is fine."

Picking up the phone, he saw the message from Song Yinzhang.

What's the matter with this kid, I didn't want it when I just delivered it to my door, but now I will let you keep two more.

Babyface doesn't grow faster than you.

Qu Feitai sent a question mark.

After a long time, there was no reply from the other party.

Reluctantly, Qu Feitai called Huang Chao and asked him to leave two tickets, which he wanted to give away.

It was not until evening that Song Yinzhang replied to him—for sending it to a friend, it should be mailed directly to this address when the time comes.

Address: No. 27, Mingshan Garden, Jinshui Road, contact person, Zhu Mingjing.

When Qu Feitai saw the contact person, his eyes flickered slightly.

After a while, he smiled lightly.

Tian Long looked at Qu Feitai strangely, he rarely saw Qu Feitai smiling so gently.

as if? Like a rant.

Tian Long was taken aback by his own thought, shivered, and turned his head quickly.

——

"Miss, your courier." On the lunch table, Uncle Wen walked in with a courier.

Everyone looked at Ding Jing in surprise.

It’s nothing more than everyone’s surprise. Ming Spiegel never shopped online. Compared with Zhu Xiangxiang’s and Zhou Ying’s piles of couriers, Ming Spiegel can say that this is the first time Uncle Wen has received her courier.

Everyone immediately lost interest when they saw it. It was a document or something, which might be related to the company's business.

Ming Jing put down his chopsticks and took them over: "Thank you, Uncle Wen."

Uncle Wen smiled gently and withdrew.

Zhou Ying was picking up the rice in the bowl boredly, because of the tickets, she hadn't looked after the mirror for a day.

Seeing Ming Jing's indifferent expression, Zhou Ying felt that she had made a big deal out of a molehill.

Isn't the cousin such a person, why should she be angry with her.

Sorry, she can't hold back anymore.

Ming Jing handed the courier directly to Zhou Ying.

Zhou Ying was stunned: "For me?"