The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 212 From Love (Part 2)

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Ming Jing looked at the cloudy clouds and rain outside the corridor window, and the cold wind poured in, whistling in the narrow and long corridor.

The air-conditioning is pervasive, but the boy's body temperature is scorching hot.

"Qu Feitai." Ming Jing called out lightly.

The young man locked her tightly with his arms, like a drowning person, clutching at the last straw.

"I called you, why didn't you answer?" The young man's tone was resentful and aggrieved, as if Ming Jing was the one who let him down.

His voice is so deceptive and his acting is so good that it would feel guilty to be someone else.

But the person he faced was the mirror.

Destined not to be touched by vulgarity.

"Why are you looking for me?" Ming Jing's cold voice was colder than the cold wind, cooling the hot heart of the young man in an instant.

"I... I saw the news that something happened to you, and I was worried about you."

"I'm fine, can you let me go?"

Qu Feitai felt the softness in his arms, sighed, and reluctantly let go of his hands.

His whole body was soaked, and Ming Jing's clothes were also wet. Qu Feitai scratched his head in embarrassment: "Sorry, you go and change your clothes."

Ming Jing saw that water was still dripping from the brim of his hat, and his clothes were already soaked. Under the brim of the hat was a handsome face that looked like a knife and an axe. A pair of dark and deep eyes stared straight at her. The waves are monstrous, the stream is soft, the spring breeze is tender like water, and the autumn rain is full of worries.

Those are talking eyes.

Ming Jing frowned, originally thought that this young man was just a whim, and the entertainment industry was busy squinting, and he should come out soon, but now it seems that she was careless.

"Go back, and don't come to me again." Ming Jing said lightly, then turned around and closed the door, leaving Qu Feitai standing at the door with a dazed expression on his face.

He has a great time, why waste time on her, don't give any illusions, and don't let him leave misunderstandings.

Ming Jing knelt in front of the Buddha statue, twirling the beads with his fingertips, and gently lowered his eyelashes.

In the silence of the room, sandalwood is faintly scented.

After an unknown amount of time, Ming Jing heard Ming Chen's excited voice from downstairs: "Brother Qu, sit down quickly, I'll get you a towel..."

"We don't have men's clothes in our family. By the way, we can find Brother Shiba..."

Qu Feitai's radar rang instantly, and he pretended to ask casually, "Brother Eighteen?"

"That's right, I asked Brother Shiba to borrow two sets of clothes, Brother Qu, wait for me." The words flew out like an arrow, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qu Feitai frowned, who is this eighteen? Seems to be very familiar with them.

Qu Feitai felt an unkind gaze staring at him, and when he raised his head, he saw Mingti standing opposite him with a straight face, seeing him looking over, he looked away unnaturally.

"Why are you here?" Ming asked.

When she and Mingchen came back from school, they saw Qu Feitai standing at the door drenched in water.

It was a shock to her, but a surprise to Ming Chen.

Ming Chen yelled at Brother Qu one by one, and brought him in, she couldn't control this wild girl at all.

The second sister is at home, but she shuts Qu Feitai out. Isn't the answer obvious enough? The second sister didn't want to see this man at all.

Mingchen, a nympho, simply forgets to eat but not to fight.

Qu Feitai saw that this little girl always had a straight face at such a young age, and she was too immature to want to learn from Ming Jing, so she couldn't help but find it funny.

"I'm here to find your second sister."

"Aren't you a big star? You should be very busy, besides, my second sister doesn't want to see you at all, so you should go quickly."

Ming Ti thought that this man would be self-aware, but who knew that the other party was so thick-skinned that he stood motionless.

Ming Ti frowned, he had never seen such a thick-skinned person.

"It's raining heavily outside, and all flights are suspended, how can I get out?" The young man sighed, coupled with his distressed body, he was very pitiful.

Ming Ti pursed his lips, "Then it's settled, you will leave when the rain stops."

Qu Feitai nodded: "Okay."

"Brother Qu, Brother Qu, I'm back." Ming Chen ran in with a suit of clothes in his arms, and handed the clothes to Qu Feitai: "Brother Qu, go take a shower and change into clean clothes, it's not good if you catch a cold."

Qu Feitai looked at the little girl's bright eyes, her cheeks were dyed bright red from running, and she couldn't help but hook her lips.

"Thank you, Ming Chen."

"Brother Qu, go quickly."

After Qu Feitai entered the bathroom, Ming Ti dragged Ming Chen into the bedroom: "Second Sister won't let him in, why are you so kind?"

"Of course, because he is Brother Qu."

"You... are simply a nympho, aren't you afraid that the second sister will be angry?"

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but brother Qu is so pitiful, he came all the way to see the second sister, how could he be shut out, besides it's raining so hard outside, where can he go? The Buddha is merciful to all things, and he definitely doesn't want to see Brother Qu suffer, let alone Second Sister, she will definitely agree."

"Are you stupid? The second sister doesn't mean that at all. Forget it, I tell you that you don't understand either." Mingti found out that talking to her was like playing the piano to a cow, and his mind had nothing to do except nympho men all day long.

Ming Chen sticks out his tongue secretly, why doesn't she understand, Ming Ti is an idiot.

Qu Feitai changed into clean clothes and came out. The other party didn't know who it was. The clothes were all black, without even a trademark. The cuffs and trouser legs were a bit short, but everything else was perfect. It seemed that this guy named Shiba, fat and thin, was as good as him. Almost, but at least ten centimeters shorter than him.

"Wow, Brother Qu looks so handsome in black." Ming Chen exclaimed.

Qu Feitai raised his eyebrows: "Is that so? Mingchen, brother Qu asked you something."

"Brother Qu, ask."

Qu Feitai looked around and asked in a low voice, "Who is the eighteenth brother you are talking about?"

Ming Chen rolled his eyes, sly and agile: "Brother Eighteen, that's Brother Eighteen."

Qu Feitai supported his forehead: "I know it's your eighteenth brother, but I'm asking, what's the relationship between him and your second sister?"

Ming Chen covered his mouth and snickered: "Brother Qu is jealous."

Qu Feitai smiled helplessly: "Do I have the qualifications?"

"Of course there is, but brother Qu, don't worry, brother eighteen will not snatch second sister from you, because brother eighteen is mine, and he promised me that he will marry me when I grow up."

Ming Chen stood on tiptoe and patted Qu Feitai's shoulder: "Brother Qu, come on."

The corner of Qu Feitai's mouth twitched, are all the children nowadays so precocious?

At this time, Xiaoying and Han Suwenming, who were shopping for vegetables, came back and saw that there was a big man in the house. Both of them were very surprised. Isn't that right? Third Sister talks about you every day."

Qu Feitai smiled and patted the little girl's head: "Are you Xiao Wu?"

"That's right, Brother Qu knows me." The little girl nodded her head, she was very cute.

Xiaoying suddenly screamed, pointing at Qu Feitai with trembling fingers: "You...you are the big star Qu Feitai?"

The big star in the entertainment circle, super top-notch, how could she appear at home, she couldn't be dreaming, could she?

Han Suwen frowned, and seemed to remember who this person was. She glanced at the second floor, unlike Xiaoying's gaffe, and asked gently and politely: "Excuse me, are you Miss's friend?"

Ming Chen relieved Qu Feitai's embarrassment, jumped out and said, "He came to see Second Sister, but it's raining heavily outside and he can't leave, so he may have to stay here for one night tonight."

It is inconvenient for him to live here because the family is full of girls, Qu Feitai hurriedly said: "No, my house is just opposite, but I forgot to take the key, so I can book a hotel nearby to make do with one night."

Ming Chen excitedly said: "Aren't we neighbors then? We can see Brother Qu every day."

Xiaoying asked excitedly: "Mr. Qu, haven't you watched the news? The staff of the "Girl Idol" program broke the news that you left everyone in the middle of the recording. It's because of our young lady that...that's..."

Xiaoying had heard this rumor a long time ago, and always thought it was a fairy tale, but she didn't expect it to be true.

What happiness can compare to the fact that the CP I knocked has come true.

Both Han Suwen and Mingchen Mingti looked at Qu Feitai in surprise.

It turns out that there is such an inside story.

Stars are shining in Ming Chen's eyes, isn't this called being angry at the crown and becoming a confidante? So romantic, so emotional.

Qu Feitai frowned, he didn't care so much at the time, but now that he thinks about it, he doesn't regret it, no matter how much he paid for it.

Looking at the phone, the flight mode has not been adjusted back. After the adjustment, Huang Chao called one after another, and Qu Feitai shut down directly.

This variety show is using his name to hype wantonly, and we should take this opportunity to give them a warning.

"Xiaoying, it's getting late, let's go cook, we have guests tonight, so cook a few more dishes." Han Suwen broke the awkward atmosphere.

Looking at Qu Feitai, he asked, "Does Mr. Qu like fish or meat?"

Qu Feitai said: "I am a vegetarian."

Han Suwen glanced at him and nodded: "Okay."

Han Suwen pulled Xiaoying, who was still in a nympho, into the kitchen.

"Brother Qu, can you sing to me?"

Who would refuse the request of a beautiful and lovely girl? Qu Feitai asked, "Do you have any musical instruments at home?"

"There is an electronic organ." Ming Chen ran to the bedroom and dragged out an electronic organ that was half a person's height, and Qu Feitai hurried over to help.

"This electronic piano was drawn by a lottery when Aunt Wen was holding an event in the mall, but I don't know how to play it, so I can only put it in the corner to eat ashes."

Qu Feitai looked at the electronic keyboard and smiled, touched the keys to turn it on.

Qu Feitai asked, "What song do you want to hear?"

"White clothes." Ming Chen said without hesitation.

The young man sat on the chair, and saw his hands on the keys. His fingers were slender and extremely beautiful, as if an elf was dancing, and the beautiful piano music flowed out in an instant, penetrating the entire room.

Xiaoying poked her head out from the kitchen, looked at the young man sitting upright, and exclaimed, "Only the God of Music can achieve the effect of playing the electronic keyboard like a piano."

To hear the live performance of the God of Music, I will die without regret.

When the young man sang the first sentence, even the stern-faced Ming Ti couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked up.

In her eyes, this man who stalks Second Sister is very annoying. Even if he is handsome, rich and has status, he is definitely not good enough for Second Sister.

At the last concert, she realized for the first time why this man attracted so many fans' crazy love. He sang affectionately and selflessly on the radiant stage. He was a star in the distant sky, and the fans in the audience were like Ordinary people who look up at the stars, that is a distance that they will not be able to catch up in their entire lives.

At this moment, the boy was sitting in front of her, without screams of mountains and tsunamis, without exquisite lighting and makeup, and without top-notch audio equipment.

One person, a cheap electronic organ, sang the advanced level of the concert.

Everyone in the world said that this song in white was written for the second sister. She used to sneer at it, but now listening to the young man's clear and clean singing voice, a picture of beauty is slowly unfolding in front of her eyes.

This is his truly commendable talent. The affection is not in the eyes, body, or words.

In the lyrics between the lines, in the tender singing voice, in every melodious and melodious sigh.

Mingti was a little taken aback.

She seemed, a little moved.

The sound of singing and piano from downstairs floated indistinctly. Ming Jing opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of the Buddha statue.

"Sorrow arises from love, fear arises from love, there is no worry and no fear from the one who is separated from the beloved."

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