The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 392

What? The company's largest shareholder is Lord Xiao of the Ran family?

Zhao Ninghan had just finished watching the tall buildings of Pa Ran's house. This Lord Xiao represented the combination of power and wealth in Jiangzhou, but he didn't expect that he was also involved in the entertainment industry.

Zhao Ninghan choked, "Mr. Li, the company can't just give up on me, please listen to my explanation..."

"Explain what explanation? Look at how many people scold you on the Internet. Master Xiao has already spoken out. I can't protect you this time, so let's do it ourselves."

The other party hung up the phone.

Zhao Ninghan's heart sank to the bottom of the valley when she heard the beeping busy tone coming from her mobile phone.

"You're playing a big game, and I'll help you out without sleep. When your career is on the rise, you're in a daze and falling in love. I beg your grandpa to tell your grandma to help you keep your mouth shut to the media. It's hard to keep your feet on the ground. You're spreading gossip with the little boy again. How many people do you know?" Are you staring at your position and trying to pull you down? But you are blinded by lard, I have done my best to you for so many years, so let's do it for myself in the future."

The manager put down his words, turned around and left, never wanting to care about her anymore.

"Sister Xu, can you help me find a way? We've been through so many years of suffering and hardships, you can't leave me at this time." Zhao Ninghan rushed to grab the manager's hand and begged.

"I warned you a long time ago, but if you don't listen, what can I do? It's not good for you to provoke anyone, but Ming Jing, she doesn't care, her nephew is a vengeful man, you want me to die with you ?"

The manager shook off her hand and left without looking back.

Zhao Ninghan walked out of the venue in a daze. In an instant, a large number of media surrounded her, and the flashing lights came and went, which made her almost unable to open her eyes.

Questions from all directions made her feel overwhelmed. The reporters carrying the microphones and cameras looked like vampires with their mouths wide open, with crazy greed in their eyes, eager to eat their flesh and blood.

Zhao Ninghan was in a mess, stumbled and stumbled surrounded by a group of people, "Get out of here...get out of here..."

She shouted with all her strength, but it was as if a stone had been thrown into the sea without any response.

And her embarrassment of losing her composure was fully recorded by the camera.

Media Comments——The Fall of an Era, the Rise of a New Star.

Liang Yanran and Zhao Ninghan, this era has come to an end, and the future belongs to young people.

Ming Xin's first official appearance left an excellent impression on the public, and the media directly commented that she is about to start the next era.

And this future star in the entertainment industry is running around the snack street at the moment, "Stinky tofu, I like stinky tofu the most."

Ming Xin's eyes lit up, he held two skewers of grilled squid in his hand, pointed at the stinky tofu and said, "Boss, bring me a stinky tofu with more peppers."

"okay."

Ming Xin took a bite of the grilled squid, her mouth full of fragrance.

"In the past, I didn't dare to eat it at all, and I can finally enjoy it."

Liang Yanran has a fat-prone physique. Since becoming an actor, in order to maintain her figure, she has not eaten carbohydrates for ten years, even eating rice by counting grains.

Unsatisfied taste buds and various pressures made her suffer from depression.

Mingxin has a low body fat rate, young and healthy body, excellent metabolism, no matter how much he eats, he will not gain weight.

But just in case, she quit carbs half a month in advance, and what supported her willpower in the past half month was tonight's arrogance.

Grilled skewers, stinky tofu, hot and sour noodles, fruit soup... Snacks that she couldn't even imagine before, she can now let go of her taste buds.

I am so happy.

Ming Jing shook his head with a smile, took out a tissue, and gently wiped off the oil stains from the corners of Ming Xin's mouth.

Ming Xin licked her lips, narrowed her eyes and smiled.

The small vendor quickly made stinky tofu, Ming Xin tied one with a stick, and handed it to Ming Jing's mouth.

"Junior sister, you have a taste, this is tofu, it won't break your precept, although it is said that you don't eat after noon, there are exceptions."

Ming Jing walks through the crowd of people, with bright lights and noisy voices, and she wears a white dress that does not catch the fireworks of the world.

There is a kind of calmness and sobriety in the eyebrows and eyes that have been washed away, and it is a peerless light that cannot be concealed by the night.

"It's not eating at the wrong time, it's fasting, and fasting is the same. It means prohibiting the six emotions, not staining the six dusts, cutting off all evil things and cultivating all good things, so it is called fasting."

If you want to be liberated, your appetite must be purified.

Mingxin stuffed the stinky tofu into her mouth. She was destined to be a Buddha, but she couldn't become a Buddha after all.

Ordinary people, love and hate, love and hatred, walking, sitting, lying down, food and sex.

As soon as the two left, another customer came to the stinky tofu stand on the back.

"Two servings of stinky tofu."

A deep and magnetic voice fell on his ears, and the boss quickly looked up.

Two tall and slender young men stood in front of the booth, both wearing hats and masks, covering their mouths and faces tightly, giving people a mysterious and noble feeling.

The one who spoke was the man on the left wearing a blue fisherman hat. He was a little shorter than the young man next to him. Compared to the coldness of the other young man, he seemed much gentler, with gentle and calm eyes, with a bit of a smile on his face. Shu Lang smile.

"Okay, do you want chili?"

The man thought for a while and shook his head.

A top-notch singer like Qu Feitai maintains his voice more preciously than his face, so he usually doesn't eat irritating food.

Qu Feitai picked up his phone, scanned the payment code posted on the booth, and asked casually, "How much?"

This voice was even better, cold as the top of a snow-capped mountain, clear as spring water hitting the shore, like the purest and flawless jade, without any impurities.

The boss froze for a moment, subconsciously looked up at the man.

The man's eyes were hidden under the brim of his hat, like two dark ancient pools, bottomless.

Subconsciously, the boss blurted out: "Twelve...twelve dollars."

The man pointed his finger on the screen of the mobile phone, and soon the voice broadcast of the account came from the mobile phone in the boss's pocket.

The boss saw the man's hands, the fingers were slender and slender, and they were incredibly graceful.

Two beauties left just now, and two handsome men came here again. What a blessing he is tonight.

Especially the girl in the white dress just now is really like a fairy walking out of a painting.

Thinking about it now, I feel a little shaky.

Zhou Zhengru took two servings of stinky tofu and handed one of them to Qu Feitai.

Qu Feitai was stunned for a moment.

"How can you not eat stinky tofu when you come to Jiangzhou?"

Seeing how she likes it, it should be delicious.

Qu Feitai took it over, and two big men were walking in the crowd, each holding a bowl of stinky tofu, although they were all covered with masks and hats, but judging by their physique and temperament, they were absolutely stunning.

Two little girls rushed over with blushing faces, blocked Qu Feitai's path, and said shyly, "Little brother, can you give me your WeChat ID?"

Zhou Zhengru suddenly felt that the stinky tofu in his mouth was no longer fragrant.

They are all men, why is Qu Feitai more popular than him? Isn't the uncle type popular now?

Where is he?

Under the brim of the hat, the sword eyebrows slightly frowned.

I saw that the man did not speak, bypassed the two of them without hesitation, and strode into the crowd.

Qu Feitai's voice is too recognizable. His fan base is aimed at young people. As long as he makes a sound, he will definitely be recognized.

Zhou Zhengru rubbed his nose and was about to catch up when one of the girls grabbed his sleeve.

"Brother, are you friends? Can you give me the WeChat account of that brother just now? Please, please..."

The little girl begged pitifully.

Zhou Zhengru shook his head: "Sorry, I can't disclose his WeChat ID without his consent."

Hua Luo withdrew his hand and strode after him.

The two hurriedly chased after them, but they had long since disappeared from the crowd.

"Do you think the voice of the brother wearing the blue hat just now sounds familiar? Where did you hear it?"

"When you say it, I think it too...and don't you think the back of the black-clothed brother looks familiar?"

The two looked at each other.

"Tonight's Fashion Festival will be held in Jiangzhou."

"Zhou Zhengru!"

"Qu Feitai!"

The screams of the two pierced through the noise of the night market and pierced the sky of the night.

"Xiao Fei, wait for me." Zhou Zhengru chased after him.

"I feel old for the first time." Zhou Zhengru smiled wryly.

Thirty is the golden period of an actor, but compared with a young man like Qu Feitai who is full of vigor, he is half buried in the ground.

Qu Feitai stared at a figure in the crowd, always keeping a close distance.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, the flow of people rushed backwards, and Qu Feitai was pushed back and fell backwards.

He stabilized his figure, grabbed a young man, and asked, "What happened?"

"Someone in front has gone crazy and hacked people with a machete. It's too scary. Run away."

Hua Luo broke free from Qu Feitai's hand, and ran away without looking back.

"Killed...!" Panic screams came from the crowd.

Zhou Zhengru's expression froze, he threw the stinky tofu in his hand, and rushed forward without even thinking about it.

Qu Feitai also immediately rushed out against the flow of people.

As soon as the two of them walked to a fried chicken stall, the boss suddenly went crazy and poured a pot of hot oil on them.

In the nick of time, Ming Jing pulled Ming Xin back quickly, and seeing the pot of hot oil fall on the innocent passing girl behind him, Ming Jing flew over at a speed that was different from ordinary people, and threw the girl under him.

After a scalp-numbing sound of "Zilla", Ming Xin was the first to react, shouted to her junior sister, and rushed over with red eyes.

The boss pulled out a boning knife from under the chopping board, and rushed out with a fierce look on his face.

The people around were stunned by this turn of events. An Internet celebrity engaged in eating and broadcasting happened to record the scene where the fried chicken owner broke the hot oil. She was stunned and screamed.

"My God, it's exciting, exciting..."

In the live broadcast room, it was also in chaos because of this change. This is the rhythm of social news headlines.

Someone with sharp eyes noticed something was wrong——

"Am I dazzled? Why does the girl in the white skirt who was splashed with hot oil look familiar? I can recognize this perfect bone even if it's in the bottom of a pot..."

"Mingjing? Don't scare me? How is it possible?"

"Obviously she was able to avoid it, but in order to save the girl behind her, she threw herself on it. That's hot oil. Wuwu must be a bright mirror. Only she can save people like this without hesitation."

"What? It turned out to be Ming Jing? What kind of heartless person would want to hurt her? She is so kind, how could they bear it..."

"The boss rushed out with a machete, it's so scary...he won't kill people, madman, what a madman..."

The internet celebrity who eats and broadcasts is not afraid of death, so he rushed up excitedly, and the camera was aimed at the mirror who fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the anchor screamed excitedly in the live broadcast room: "Mingjing, it's really Dingjing!"

In the camera, the girl was lying on top of a girl, her black hair fell like a cloud, and her pale and beautiful face was reflected more and more. Her clear eyes seemed to be holding back some kind of emotion. Through the live broadcast camera, thousands of people were moved. The hearts of all people.

The girl who was crushed by the girl was stunned, staring blankly at the stunning beauty that could only be seen on TV and the Internet.

"You are the mirror? You saved me?"

Ming Xin worriedly shouted from behind: "Junior Sister..."

Ming Xin rushed over and saw that Ming Jing's skirt was scalded by hot oil until it curled up, revealing a section of white and delicate calf, his eyes instantly turned red.

Ming Jing stood up from the ground, his pupils shrunk, and suddenly pulled Ming Xin, and the machete swung down Ming Xin's right arm. A few seconds later, Ming Xin's right arm was gone.

Ming Xin was pulled behind by Ming Jing, she bit her trembling lips and took out her mobile phone with trembling fingers: "I'll call 110 right away, yes there is an ambulance..."

Ming Jing pushed Ming Xin away, "Hiding away."

Seeing that he missed the blow, the man swung his knife again fiercely, and the knife fell straight towards Ming Jing's neck.

The opponent is tall and burly, with big arms and a round waist, and an extremely sharp machete in his hand, while Ming Jing is just a weak little girl. With such a huge disparity, anyone who sees it will sweat for Ming Jing.

Ming Xin and Chibo Wanghong screamed at the same time.

"No... junior sister." Ming's eyes were about to split.

I almost peed my pants after eating and broadcasting Internet celebrities.

The whole studio was full of screams and exclamation points.

The next moment, the young man jumped up from the crowd and kicked the man's hand holding the machete. The machete flew out of his hand, and the man was also kicked out fiercely.

This kick seems to be mixed with the power of thunder and lightning, and it seems to be full of endless anger. Once it erupts, its power is astonishing.

Ming Jing's raised hand dropped slightly, he glanced at him lightly, then turned and walked to the man's side.

It was a dark corner where no lights could reach.

The white embroidered shoes lightly stepped on the man's arm bones, the girl's eyelashes drooped slightly, and she drew back the ancient glacier in her eyes.

"Who is it?" The two words were soft, like a call from the god of death.

The man stared blankly at the young girl in front of him. She was dressed in black night, her eyes were like deep pools, she exuded a mysterious and sinister aura, her mouth was like a knife, and she approached his gate of life accurately.

The fear from the soul made him tremble subconsciously, and all his integrity was thrown out of his mind.

The next moment, the girl's toes touched the three inches where his arm bone and elbow bone met, and the toes lightly crushed the man, and the man let out a painful groan.

The girl has the compassionate brows of a holy Buddha, but her eyes are like a messenger from hell, revealing a faint breath of death.

"explain."