The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 246 Torture (Part 2)

"Mingjing?" As a gossip lover, the proprietress is no stranger to this name.

"She won the gold medal and entered the national team, and now the hot searches are going to explode again. Alas, God is too biased. She has taken up all the benefits, and will not give us ordinary people a way to survive."

The proprietress exclaimed: "Gold medal, it's amazing."

"That's not true. This year's questions are much more difficult than in previous years, and the proportion of gold medals is much less than in previous years. The gold content is very high."

"There are a total of 32 gold medals in the country. Jiangzhou alone has three gold medals and two silver medals. The foreign language high school that is the base of the competition has only entered five. This Jiangzhou is really outstanding, and the five who came here are not to mention Oh, the other few are also handsome men and beauties, and the one with glasses, I feel excited when I look at it."

"His surname seems to be Song, right? He also entered the national team, but unfortunately we didn't enter the national team, and we can no longer continue our relationship with the handsome Xueba."

Several people sighed at the same time.

The air conditioner in the convenience store is fully turned on, but there is still cold air coming in through the cracks in the door.

The man took off his sunglasses and fixed his eyes on the tall figure, as if he wanted to penetrate the skin and see the soul.

Soon an RV stopped in front of several people, the RV drove away, the cold wind howled in the vacant place, and there was no more beautiful woman.

The man hurried out, when suddenly a black car stopped in front of the man, the door opened, a big hand stretched out from inside the car, dragged the man in without any effort, the door closed, and he left in the dust. Between lightning and flint.

The girl turned her head while speaking, and suddenly said "Huh", "Why did that strange man suddenly disappear? He was still at the door just now?"

The sudden disappearance of a stranger does not attract anyone's attention.

The girl quickly forgot about it, and chatted and laughed with her friends about the current gossip.

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The black car drove smoothly in the traffic flow.

Xue An was pressed on the leather seat with his hands cut behind his back. The heater was turned on in the car, but the seat was very cold.

He took a quick breath and saw a big hand resting on the seat.

It was a man's hand. The palm was wide and thick, with thick old calluses on the fingertips, and an inch-long scar on the back of the hand was shocking.

"Let him go." The man's cool voice sounded in the carriage.

With the pressure off his back, Xue An sat up slowly, straightened his clothes, and looked up.

The man leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his posture was casual and casual, his handsome facial features were carefully fabricated by the hand of God, the light and shadow outside the car window flew by, in the fleeting light, the man's facial features became more handsome and compelling, but also cold and attractive.

Xue An secretly clenched his fists, and the ruthlessness in his eyes quickly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

"Why did you kill Liang Yanran?" It was only then that he realized that this man was quite courageous and had always underestimated him.

"I didn't kill people." Xue An said calmly.

"Heh..." The man smiled ironically.

Xue An pursed his lips and said, "You either kill me or let me go."

The man squinted his eyes, the temperature in the carriage dropped to freezing point, Xue An's heart froze, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and the black muzzle of the gun was right between his eyebrows.

Xue An immediately froze, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"I really want her to see with her own eyes, what kind of thing is the man she desperately wants to love."

These words irritated Xue An, Xue An suddenly sneered, and stared straight at him: "How are you doing well? Didn't you make up for the gunshot to her chest back then? A total of twenty bullets, you It's the twenty-first shot."

"Shut up, shut up." The man was like an angry lion, his blood red eyes shot out a dangerous cold light, he suddenly grabbed Xue An by the collar, and forced him into the seat, with his knees on the seat. Xue An opened his mouth, and the muzzle of the gun pressed tightly against the carotid artery of Xue An's neck.

The man gritted his teeth word by word and said: "Don't think I dare not kill you."

Xue An smiled bitterly: "Since she died, my heart has also died. For so many years, I have lived like a walking dead. Shoot."

"It's not that easy to want to die. You owe her more than one life."

The light in Xue An's eyes went out bit by bit.

"Over the years, you have had countless chances to kill me, why didn't you do it?"

The man let go of his hand and snorted coldly, "Because living is the greatest torture."

Xue An suddenly glanced at him.

"Why?"

He doesn't understand.

"You don't need to know that the only value of your life now is to avenge her."

Xue An's pupils shrank suddenly, "If I want to avenge her, you will be the first person I will kill."

The man frowned in disgust: "Stupid, how did she fall in love with you in the first place?"

Xue An gritted his teeth: "What, are you jealous?"

The man turned his head away.

"If you really love her, let her die in peace..."

The wheels ran over, Xue An rolled to the ground, and got up in a panic.

Looking at the gradually disappearing rear of the car, Xue An touched the business card in his hand, his eyes gradually darkened.

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It was the first time for Xie Zhen to come to Dechang Building, and he had always heard about the name of Dechang Building, but he had never set foot in it. He heard that any dish in it was a luxury that ordinary people could not even imagine.

Different from the splendor she imagined, the antique decoration style of Dechang Building is very elegant and stylish.

Xie Zhen followed Ming Jing step by step, for fear that his country bumpkin style would embarrass Ming Jing.

Several people walked into the box, Mao Nana asked everyone to sit down, and the waiter came in and poured tea to the guests one by one.

Xie Zhen saw that even the waiter pouring tea was wearing a cheongsam. He was tall and elegant, and looked better than a supermodel.

Suddenly he didn't dare to drink the tea in his hand.

Looking at Ming Jing and Liu Muxue, and Song Yinzhang and Zhao Heng on the opposite side, their expressions were natural and calm, and compared to their own embarrassment... Xie Zhen lowered his head with a little inferiority.

"What do you like to eat?" Ming Jing asked softly, calmly calming down Xie Zhen's uneasiness.

Xie Zhen said: "I... I don't know."

"This Jinsi Shaomai should be good, and this lotus pod tofu..."

Ming Jing said while the waiter wrote it down.

Xie Zhen looked at Ding Jing gratefully. Ming Jing ordered all the types she usually likes to eat. Ding Jing is really kind.

Ding Spiegel integrated everyone's tastes, but at the same time it would not be wasted. It was just right. Ding Spiegel closed the menu: "That's all, I'm sorry for you."

The waiter had never seen such a polite guest, and immediately took it with both hands,

"Ming Jing, you don't know. I usually invite others to dinner, and it annoys me when I order. You are the only one who knows my taste. We haven't eaten together a few times, right? How do you know my taste? " Mao Nana asked curiously.

Ding Jing's approach made her feel very comfortable, the ordering process was finally not so irritating, Ding Jing's gentle and natural attitude did not seem to overwhelm the guests, everything was just right.

Ming Jing smiled slightly: "It's very simple, see with your eyes."

"Amazing, my sister admires it." Mao Nana gave a thumbs up.

Xie Zhen suddenly clutched his stomach, his face showing a bit of embarrassment.

Ming Jing glanced at her, and said softly, "Ah Zhen, you can go to the bathroom with me."

Huh~ Xie Zhen almost cried, how could there be such a good person as Ming Jing in the world.

Mao Nana said, "Shall I go with you?"

Ming Jing smiled and shook his head: "No, Sister Nana, we'll go back as soon as we go."

Ming Jing and Xie Zhen left one after the other, Mao Nana glanced at Song Yinzhang, and suddenly asked, "Are you the son of Song Gaishu and Jiao Mei?"

Song Yinzhang nodded and smiled: "Hello, Aunt Mao."

"Oh, it's true. I said that since your surname is Song, you look like your father. You call me Auntie. You are a generation behind Ming Jing. You call me Lao Well, let’s call her sister, it’s inexplicably cheaper than Song Gaishu’s old fox.”

Song Yinzhang smiled and said, "Sister Nana."

Only now did Mao Nana feel at ease, and as for Zhao Heng, she was an old acquaintance. Zhao Heng shouted each and every sister Nana so affectionately that it made Mao Nana tremble.

Liu Muxue rolled her eyes: "A sycophant."

Xie Zhen lowered his voice and said miserably: "Mingjing, I...I'm here."

Ming Jing was stunned, "What?"

Ming Jing is usually very smart, why suddenly became stupid.

Xie Zhen said with difficulty: "That's... oh, it's my aunt."

Ming Jing was silent, and said in a gentle voice, "Wait for me."

Xie Zhen shouted with some fear: "Mingjing..."

Ming Jing said softly: "Wait for me for a while, I'll be right back."

Ming Jing walked out of the bathroom. Tonight, customers from Dechang Building came like a cloud, and there was not a single waiter who was idle.

Walking out of Dechang Building, there is a convenience store next to a cafe.

Ming Jing walked by the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of the coffee shop, the lights were brilliant, and the girl in a long white trench coat walked in the shadow of the lights, like a blooming water lily in a quiet time.

The man propped his head, quietly watching the girl passing him by a glass.

Suddenly, a dark shadow fell from the opposite side, and a young woman with sexy makeup and exquisite makeup naturally said hello: "Handsome guy, are you alone? Do you mind sharing a table?"

She had noticed this man just now. From the beginning to the end, he revealed a low-key and noble temperament, and his gestures exuded the calm and domineering of a superior. The single elite man is really attractive.

Looking closer, the man's facial features are even more handsome and compelling. The deep facial features are like a mixed race. A pair of amber eyes have a mysterious and cold luster, which is subconsciously breathtaking.

The woman held her breath, sighing in her heart that it was the best.

The man gently stirred the coffee with his fingers, and the spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the rim of the cup, which complemented the wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the door. The jingle bells were the free sound of the wind.

Just at this time, the white clothes of Qu Feitai sounded in the store, accompanied by soothing piano music, covering the night with a layer of ambiguous colorful clothes.

The man's eyes suddenly sank, and the cold light was like an arrow, and the woman opposite was horrified.

"Get out." The deep and magnetic voice was like a deadly sickle, gently resting on the woman's neck.

The woman ran away in a panic.

The man snorted softly, took a hundred-yuan bill on the table, and walked away.

"Welcome." The glass door of the convenience store was opened from the outside, and the speaker hanging on the door issued a mechanical female voice.

The cold wind poured in, and the cashier was a young girl. She frowned impatiently, looked up, and suddenly opened her eyes wide in amazement, staring at the man who walked in obsessively.

The man walked in. He was tall, and the shelves of convenience stores were generally low. He saw a girl in a white trench coat standing in front of a row of shelves, carefully comparing and selecting products.

The man frowned, with an unnatural expression on his face, lowered his eyes, put his fingers in his pockets, and subconsciously touched the relief on the lighter.

All the shelves on that row were sanitary napkins.

Has the little girl grown up?

The girl finally picked out a product, took it and walked to the cashier to pay the bill. The little girl at the cashier was a little distraught, and frequently looked behind the bright mirror.

Ming Jing subconsciously turned his head to take a look, but there was nothing.

"Twelve dollars."

Ding Jing checked out on his mobile phone and left with his things.

As soon as she left, the man on the back pushed the door open and walked out.

The man lowered the brim of his hat under the darkness of night, and as far as his eyes could see was the tail of the girl's white windbreaker, embroidered with dark silver patterns on it, shining brightly under the moonlight, following the girl's calm steps, lotuses grew every step of the way.

Walking to the gate of Dechang Building, Mingjing suddenly stopped and turned to take a look.

The night is vast, the cold wind howls, the street lamps emit a pale and white light, and dust is flying under the shadow of the lamps.

Ming Jing squinted his eyes, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, turned around and stepped into the door.