The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 290 Like a Demon (Part 2)

"Excuse me, Mr. Shen." Ming Jing said lightly.

This matter will not be announced to the public. After all, it involves a lot, and Mr. Shen is also afraid that it will have a bad impact.

This is the real sword, killing without blood. Compared with the little fight in the mall, it is just a small fight.

"Mingjing..." Shen Zhou turned to look at her.

The girl casually took a book from the shelf, sat down and opened it.

Under the light, the girl's brows were cold.

With so many books on the shelf, she chose this one.

Shen Zhou looked at her, his eyes gradually darkened.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

Ming Jing curled the corners of his lips, looking so soft and beautiful, but Shen Zhou's back felt inexplicably cool.

He believes that he knows people's hearts everywhere, and he never makes mistakes in seeing people.

Only the girl in front of him, he didn't see through from the beginning to the end.

The girl flipped a page casually, and said with a smile, "I want the Azure Dragon Club."

He said it so casually, as if he was saying that the weather today is really nice.

But this sentence is like a dull thunder, and the people who exploded can't find the north.

Shen Zhou took a step back, supported the table with his palms, and stood firm.

He thought of countless possibilities, but never thought that her ambition would be so great.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "You know, Ran Tengxiao is a man with a deep mind, so he's not that easy to deal with."

"I know, but I won't kill him, I want him to become my knife."

Ming Jing rested his chin with one hand, his eyes were as gentle as water, but the dark depths were as cool and mysterious as night, making people unpredictable.

"You..." Shen Zhou suddenly ran out of words.

"Brother help me tell Mr. Shen, whether to stick a knife, or sharpen this knife, which is more important, Mr. Shen must have his own calculations."

"Ah... I forgot, if Mr. Shen were to poke this knife, he might also cut himself. Mr. Shen is a smart person, so he probably wouldn't do such a thing that would hurt a thousand enemies and hurt himself eight hundred. "

The girl was smiling, but Shen Zhou was startled.

It took him a long time to find his voice: "You...do you have a plan?"

It is a pity to break a peerless sword. It would be great if it could be recovered.

It's just that she may be a more dangerous person than Ran Tengxiao.

Smile like a Buddha, heart like a devil!

Those slender hands, glowing like jade under the light, are as beautiful as works of art.

At this moment, Shen Zhou's eyelids twitched as he turned the pages of the book lightly.

She is playing a big game of chess.

Since returning to Jiangzhou, all of them are just pawns on her chessboard.

Shen Zhou suddenly smiled, and he said: "No matter what you want to do, big brother will always be your most solid backing."

He was just afraid that she would be hurt, that's all.

As long as she enjoys playing this game of chess.

Ming Jing smiled and said, "Thank you, brother."

Putting the book back on the shelf, Ming Jing flicked his sleeves, "It's late at night, I should go back."

"Tell Mr. Shen that if you want to take it, you must give it first."

If Ran Tengxiao wants the position, then give it to him.

Sending Ming Jing away, Shen Zhou walked to the bookshelf, his eyes fell on the book Ming Jing had just read.

Count of Monte Cristo.

With so many books on the shelf, she just picked this one.

What are you reminding me of?

Shen Zhou walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, a headlight meandering on the dark mountain road, gradually drifting away.

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Passing by Drunk Concubine West Point, Ming Jing asked Du Ze to stop.

Her family's cakes are famous far and wide, and many Internet celebrities come to check in.

Even late at night, there are guests in twos and threes.

The wind chime on the door rang crisply, and the clerk said respectfully: "Welcome to Drunk Concubine West Point."

When he looked up and saw the girl walking in, he was speechless on the spot.

No one in Jiangzhou is unfamiliar with this face.

"Ming... Mingjing?" The clerk opened her mouth stammeringly, and immediately thought of the topic of tomorrow's official account in her mind.

What kind of delicacy attracts Ming Jing to visit our store in person, it is Drunken Concubine West Point!

There are live signs.

The other two guests were two young girls, who should have just gotten off the night shift. When they saw Ming Jing, they excitedly pushed back and forth, but they dared not come over after thinking about it.

Why is the rigid black coat so beautiful on her body? It is more mysterious and charming than the night behind her.

Thin and tall, with a slender neck, straight shoulders, and a complete hanger, it's absolutely amazing.

Ming Jing picked out a few cakes in the glass cabinet, "Frozen and Snow White are made into strawberry flavors, Drunken Butterfly put more yellow peaches in it, three of them are mixed with fruits, and one of them does not contain strawberries."

Ming Yi is obsessed with Frozen, Ming Chen likes Disney princesses, both of them love to eat strawberries, many of Liu Muxue’s accessories are butterflies, her favorite fruit is yellow peaches, Ming Ti doesn’t like strawberries, while Xiao Ying and Han Suwen don’t Picky eaters, eat anything.

Der Spiegel takes everyone's tastes into consideration.

With so much, the clerk is not sure what flavor she likes.

The baker was about to get off work, but when he heard that there was a big order, he was reluctant to go home and go to bed. When he found out that it was Ming Jing, he ran into the cake room without shoes.

"Sorry, our baker will order it for you on the spot, it may take a little longer, please wait in the rest area."

Ming Jing walked to the rest area and sat down, took a magazine from the shelf next to it, and looked down to read it.

The clerk took out the tea leaves from the owner's collection and brewed them, and delivered them in person.

"Thanks."

Ahhhh, the voice is really gentle, it's really nice.

The clerk, including the two customers, secretly took pictures with their mobile phones and showed off on Weibo.

One is to advertise your own store, and the other is purely to show off.

Ming Jing got out of the circle again because of her beauty, but she didn't know it herself.

The hot search is full of black coats of the same style as Der Spiegel, and it was found to be from Xiyue’er’s family. However, they only released this one, and the official website does not sell it at all. Other coats of the same brand are sold out, so they cannot be worn with the goddess. Same style, just wear the same brand.

Xiyue'er has worked with countless celebrities, and none of them have achieved the effect of Der Spiegel's random one, the real, the queen of goods.

Then the imitation model on a certain treasure was sold out, and the fashion circle previously rated green as the trendy color for the next year. She was slapped in the face and ridiculed by netizens.

The so-called fashion is all kinds of strange things, and it has long caused the dissatisfaction of the masses.

That is not the fashion of the general public, but the fashion of a group of artists who think they are art.

The real fashion is simplicity, grandeur, and classics that never ebb.

The color of the year is undoubtedly black and white.

Fashion does not come from this dress, a single color, but from the self-confidence and calmness in the bones.

The name Der Spiegel, on its own, created a hurricane in the fashion circle.

Of course, these mirrors didn't know about it. After waiting for about an hour, all the things she wanted were packed.

After paying, the clerk carried the bag and delivered it to Ming Jing himself. Ming Jing smiled and shook his head: "No, just give it to me."

The clerk blushed, "I... I can do it."

"It's late, it's time for you to get off work." Ming Jing took the paper bag from the other party, turned and left.

The clerk held his face, chased her out and saw her getting into a black car, "Is there a beautiful girl who is more beautiful and gentle than her in the world? No, what should I do if I suddenly feel that Qu Feitai is not good enough for her?"

"Oh Qushen, I'm sorry, I want to climb the wall, what should I do?"

Drunken Concubine West Point was already popular, but now it is even more popular.

That night, many people did not sleep.

I found Ding Jing on the hot search and went back to Jiangzhou. I visited a cake shop late at night and bought several small cakes. Many people were refreshed.

When Ming Jing came home, the three sisters were still awake, and sat obediently on the sofa to wait for Ming Jing.

It seems that if they are not allowed to talk to the eldest sister, the three of them will not be able to sleep.

Ming Jing gave them the cake, the three of them were so excited, Ming Yi and Ming Chen hugged Ming Jing's thigh: "Second sister, you are really my good second sister."

Han Suwen and Xiaoying also had cakes, and their hearts were warm.

Miss is always thinking about others, but what she likes to eat, neither of them can figure out until now.

Ming Jing asked, "Where's Sister Liu?"

"In your room, Second Sister."

Liu Muxue came down yawning, wearing a sexy suspender pajamas, with a large chest exposed.

Ming Chen's eyeballs almost popped out.

Ming Jing frowned, "Go back and put on another dress."

Liu Muxue pouted, and went back in despair.

When she reappeared, her clothes became much more normal, and seeing that she also had a cake, the unhappiness disappeared.

It is still her favorite yellow peach flavor.

Under the expectant eyes of the three sisters, Ming Jing dialed Ye Zhen's number.

The Count of Monte Cristo is my first novel, the core of the story is revenge, which is a metaphor in the text