The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 491 Destiny (Part 2)

Tao Xianxian led Li Qingzhuo and walked in quickly.

Li Qingzhuo was at a loss. He never thought that one day he would appear in the backstage of the Spring Festival Gala program group. This was simply a magical experience.

The number of people in the lounge gradually decreased, and the rest of the people were immersed in a tense atmosphere, and no one had the leisure to pay attention to Der Spiegel.

Seeing Li Qingzhuo, Zheng Qing was sitting lazily, but suddenly straightened his back.

Mingjing handed the thermos cup to Li Qingzhuo: "First, take it to test the ingredients in the water and issue a paper report. Second, call the police and investigate the on-site monitoring. Third, block the news until the results come out."

She looked up at Li Qingzhuo: "Lawyer Li, I'm in trouble."

Li Qingzhuo realized something in an instant, and his expression became serious: "Miss Ran, please rest assured, I will handle this matter well."

Tao Xianxian also came to her senses at this time, staring at the water glass in Li Qingzhuo's hand: "How could this be..."

How did the lady find out? It was just horrific.

Li Qingzhuo made a phone call while walking, and said when he came back: "I have already contacted the police, and I am on my way."

Zheng Qing snapped off the eyebrow pencil: "Let me know who did it, I peeled off her skin."

At 8:30, the staff came in to remind Der Spiegel that it was time to wait.

The staff glanced at Li Qingzhuo, feeling that this person looked strange, he was not an ordinary person in a suit and leather shoes, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

Mingjing Shi Shiran got up and stroked the hem of the skirt. Under the light, the silver patterns embroidered on the hem of the skirt shone brightly, just like the silver waves rising from the moonlight betting on the sea, it was too beautiful to behold.

While waiting, Deng Yang approached Ming Jing secretly, his face was as pale as snow: "Sister, I'm a little nervous."

Ming Jing touched his hand, it was very cold.

"My sister teaches you a scripture, and you recite it silently in your heart. Over time, you won't be nervous."

Deng Yang looked eager to learn.

Ming Jing noticed a gaze, raised his head, and met that gaze unexpectedly.

The other party smiled calmly, and as the lips opened and closed, Ming Jing understood the language of the lips.

What he said was, "Come on."

Qu Fei's appearance time was at 9:30, and there was a skit between Der Spiegel's program.

He was wearing a red leather jacket, black trousers, and boots tied to his calves, which made his legs straighter and slender. He was dressed in a very cool and cool way.

The smooth hair is parted in the middle, which has a bit of Hong Kong style, and the jaw line is smooth and firm, and the hormones are bursting.

Stage makeup was painted on his face, the ends of his eyes were slightly hooked, and a few stars and sequins were pasted on, making those eyes as deep as the sea.

He didn't know how many people were watching him.

She didn't know how many people were watching her.

The two are separated by a sea of ​​people, in the eyes of many people, the scenery is evenly divided.

At exactly nine o'clock, Der Spiegel stepped onto the stage.

The hundreds of millions of viewers in front of the TV, whether they are playing mobile phones, playing mahjong, or having fun in the downtown area, are all looking at the screen in unison at this moment.

——Ah, ah, there is really a bright mirror, killing people with their beauty, their appearance is absolutely amazing.

—Have you put on makeup? I always feel that it is different from the usual bright mirror, with a decisive temperament, as if my life is about to be killed in the next moment... Acting on beauty.

——The skirt on my wife is so pretty, I'll get the same style from a certain treasure soon.

——The voice is amazing, the enunciation is clear, stronger than the actors, as if it has its own reverberation, it is simply an audio-visual enjoyment.

——Speaking well, did she write the manuscript herself? Literary talent is really amazing.

Hearing this voice, Mrs. Bo subconsciously grabbed Bo Lianye's arm.

Bo Lianye looked at Mrs. Bo in surprise: "Grandma, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Bo frowned and murmured, "This voice..."

"What's wrong with that sound?"

Mrs. Bo shook her head, and she didn't ask until the show was over, "What's her name?"

Bo Lianye pursed her lips, not understanding why grandma asked Ming Jing alone, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

"Her name is Ming Jing." Bo Yuxun said in a low voice.

Mrs. Bo murmured: "There is no bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a stand. She has a predestined relationship with my Buddha."

Bo Lianye and Bo Yuxun looked at Mrs. Bo in shock at the same time.

Bo Yuxun unconsciously brought a smile on his face, "Mother, why did you say that?"

Mrs. Bo shook her head, twirling a string of Buddhist beads between her fingers, which she had worn for more than thirty years.

In a detention center in Jiangzhou, Zhao Zhen, Li Jiaojiao and Ren Jiajia mingled among a group of female prisoners, obediently watching the Spring Festival Gala.

When they saw Ming Jing appearing on the stage, all the female prisoners couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Zhao Zhen stared at the perfect face on the TV with a gloomy expression. She was digging her palm with her fingernails, and she didn't even feel the bleeding from doing it.

She survived in prison, but she appeared on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala glamorously, accepting the admiration and envy of everyone.

Why!

At this moment, strong unwillingness and resentment hit her brain, causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly.

"vomit" a mouthful of blood spewed out, and fell to the ground under Li Jiaojiao's horrified sight.

Der Spiegel, you and I are inseparable.

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A ward in Jiangzhou.

The sound of "cracking" and smashing things came, and the nurse on duty complained while watching the Spring Festival Gala on the tablet: "The patient in 404 is making a fuss again. I don't think she should be in the nephrology department. She should go to the psychiatry department. She is tossing like this every day. It’s strange to live long.”

Another nurse on duty curled her lips and pointed to the outstandingly beautiful girl on the tablet: "Jealousy makes people crazy."

What kind of a patient in 404 is? The whole building has spread the word.

The chief culprit who slandered Der Spiegel, if she hadn't taken advantage of being a minor and was terminally ill, she should be serving her sentence in prison right now.

The bed next door has been discharged from the hospital, and Zhu Xiangxiang is the only one left in the ward.

A head of her hair has gradually fallen out due to chemotherapy, and she grabbed a lot of it, her face was pale and haggard, her eyes were tired and vicious, and the large hospital gown she was wearing made her look like a wandering ghost.

Zhu Xiangxiang grabbed the bench and threw it at the TV. The TV screen suddenly blurred, and the beautiful face of the girl on the screen became distorted.

Zhu Xiangxiang laughed like a madman.

——

After Huaiqing fell to the ground, Bo Yujiang went up and kicked her, but she didn't recover much strength, this kick was not strong enough, it was almost like scratching an itch.

Bo Yujiang glanced at the clock on the wall, it was eight o'clock.

Bo Yujiang didn't stay long, and left Bo's house in a stumbling manner.

After Bo Yujiang left, Huaiqing who had fallen to the ground suddenly sat up, rubbed the back of her neck, took out her cell phone and made a call.

"Officer Li, the person has already left."

Bo Yujiang left Bo's house and walked for a long time before reaching the street. She rushed into the road and was almost hit by an approaching car. She fell on the zebra crossing. The driver yelled: "Don't die! No? Hurry to reincarnate."

Bo Yujiang got up, flicked his hand, and a dagger appeared between his fingers.

She walked up to the driver's seat, and the dagger approached the driver's neck unexpectedly. The driver's eyes widened in horror, and in front of her was a pair of calm and excessive eyes of a woman.

"go away."

The driver quickly raised his hands and obediently climbed up to the co-pilot.

Bo Yujiang opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, threatened the driver with a dagger in his right hand, and held the steering wheel with his left hand, and the car rushed into the traffic.

Not far away, a black car followed the car unhurriedly, always keeping a close distance.

There is only one crazy idea in Bo Yujiang's mind at the moment.

She wanted to destroy the Bo family and Bo Yuxun.

The car drove through the downtown area. Tonight was New Year's Eve. The streets were decorated with lights and neon lights, but few people were seen. The streets were desolate.

The car stopped suddenly, the driver rolled his eyes, and then a faint light made out the words Huaqing University Family College.

The woman next to her suddenly got out of the car and stumbled into the community.

The driver shivered, took out his mobile phone with trembling fingers, and dialed 110 tremblingly.

He hung up suddenly, no, one more thing is worse than one less thing, anyway, he has nothing to lose, if he provokes the police, he will not even think about going home tonight.

On New Year's Eve, he wanted to spend it with his family.

Thinking of this, the driver could only admit that he was unlucky, restart the car and leave.

The family courtyard is very quiet. Every family stays at home to watch the Spring Festival Gala, or gathers to play mahjong. No one is seen along the way.

Bo Yujiang knocked on the door of a certain house.

The door opened, and a man in a white sweater appeared at the door. The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose made the man more refined and refined.

Seeing the woman standing at the door, Liu Xiangyue frowned, "Ah Jiang?"