The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 504 Offended

"That Professor Liu is a bit interesting."

Once in the car, Zheng Qing pulled down the makeup mirror and began to remove makeup.

"He is Miss Bo's fiancé."

Following Ming Jing's words, there was a moment of dead silence in the carriage.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

"That's more interesting."

"Don't be silly, Professor Liu is a decent person."

"You mean, I'm not a decent person?"

Ding Jing was speechless to her strong words.

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

Zheng Qing was humming a song, and with her skillful hands, she quickly restored her original glamorous face.

Ming Jing thought for a while and said, "Have you checked the details of the Qin family?"

"Of course I checked, the Qin family is not a good thing, but as the saying goes, good bamboo shoots out of bad bamboo, Qin Tian is still a good man, otherwise I wouldn't be able to trust my son to them."

"However..." Zheng Qing changed the subject, his narrowed fox eyes revealed a chilling coldness.

"If you dare to touch my son, I will make her regret living in this world."

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The car drove into the underground garage. The garage was so big that it couldn't be seen at a glance. The lights flickered on and off, creating a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

Just as Zheng Qing turned in, a car suddenly came out of the corner, and Zheng Qing stepped on the brakes urgently.

"Fuck, what kind of grandson would dare to leave your aunt's car."

Zheng Qing became angry. She just opened the car door and was about to go down to find the other party to argue, when she saw the door of the van suddenly opened, and seven or eight strong men with sticks got out of the car, and surrounded her car.

Zheng Qing blinked, one foot was in the car, the other foot was on the floor, she maintained a steady movement, and turned her head to look at the mirror on the passenger seat.

"what happened?"

Ming Jing became much calmer, and scanned around: "Here again."

The word "again" is very spiritual.

Zheng Qing raised her eyebrows: "A beauty is a disaster."

Mingjing is as stable as Mount Tai: "One minute, it should be resolved."

Zheng Qing moved his joints, and the bone cracked, making the knees of those who heard it weak.

"Grandma, I haven't had any activities for a long time, and you just came to my door. Tell me, who asked you to come?"

Zheng Qing lowered the brim of his hat, the lights were flickering, his face could not be seen clearly, but there was a mysterious beauty.

Surprise flashed across several people's hearts at the same time.

"I advise you to be obedient and sensible, to oppose Mr. Song, there will be no good fruit to eat."

The woman's red lips were slightly hooked, extremely glamorous, but also extremely cold.

"Song Cheng, my aunt hasn't settled the score with him yet, but he came to my door first. It's okay, let's settle the old and new scores together."

The woman leaned against the car door, hooked her fingers, and spoke casually, as if saying that today's weather is really nice.

"Are you coming one by one, or together?"

Several people have never seen such an arrogant woman, who speaks harshly when she is about to die.

Looking at each other, one of them suddenly rushed up. He thought it was a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken, but the next moment, the woman's long legs lifted up and pressed on the man's shoulder. The man could not move, like a jack On his shoulders, his face was contorted in pain, and amidst the woman's chuckle, his body lowered little by little.

The woman crossed her arms and leaned against the car door with a relaxed posture.

In contrast, the man's ferocious face, and the will that was quickly disintegrated.

There is a huge disparity between the two people's statures. I thought it would be a suspenseless battle, but who knows that it only took a few tens of seconds, and the result was reversed, which made everyone fall below the eyeballs.

The man finally couldn't hold it anymore, and knelt on the ground with a "plop", the sound seemed to echo in the hearts of everyone, trembling with fear.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and everyone's hearts shivered, and they felt cold sweat on their backs for no reason.

The woman impatiently kicked the man's chest, and the man flew out like a broken kite. Several people backed away one after another, for fear of being hit.

The man fell to the ground, twisted a bit, and made no more sound.

The minds of the few people were shattered, and the hand holding the stick couldn't help shaking, "You... who are you?"

"You President Song didn't tell you? He kicked the iron board."

Zheng Qing was impatient, and walked over step by step on high heels.

Every time she took a step, several people took a step back, holding the stick tightly and staring at her cautiously.

"I really overestimated him, looking for something crooked, this is extremely disrespectful to my aunt."

After Zheng Qing finished speaking, he made a move.

The afterimage is like the wind, unable to catch half of the clothes.

In just one minute, several tall men lay on the ground like rags and groaned. Looking at the ghostly woman standing under the half-bright lamp, they were horrified.

They didn't even see how she shot, they were already lying on the ground unable to move.

It's just too scary.

Zheng Qing narrowed her eyes, and suddenly turned to look at the pillar to the east, "Get out."

The needle drop could be heard in the surrounding silence, and the man's fearful panting sound became clearer.

The man suddenly turned around and ran away.

Zheng Qing sneered, stepped on a stick that fell by his feet, kicked with his toe, and the stick flew towards the man's back.

There was only a scream, and the man's vest was hit by a stick, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Zheng Qing walked over, stepping on the man's back with high heels, "Take me to Song Sheng right now, right now."

This person is Song Sheng's assistant, and he is extremely desperate at the moment.

I have already reminded Mr. Song that the other party should not be messed with.

Mr. Song insisted on going his own way, and now he's all right, he's hit the iron plate.

The assistant got up resignedly, "Don't hurt me, I'll take you to see Mr. Song."

The car door opened, and a girl in white came out. In the night, the white dress was spotless.

Zheng Qing said with a hearty smile: "Mingjing, what's the matter, I didn't embarrass you."

Ming Jing calmly walked through a group of men who were staggering to and fro, like the purest lotus growing in the mud.

A man who fell on the ground suddenly reached out and grabbed a piece of skirt, and said unconsciously, "Help...help me."

In the cold and dark space, even the wind is bone-thirsty and icy, only the fuzzy white, the whole body glows with a faint golden light, like the unforgettable warmth from childhood in the depths of memory.

Living in hell, but looking forward to the sun, seeing a glimmer of hope, I couldn't wait to reach out my hand.

Only that gleam of white light is the only salvation in the muddy life.

No one can refuse.

Zheng Qing came up with a kick, "If you don't want your hand, I'll chop it off for you."

Ming Jing looked at the mess on the ground, and said helplessly, "Don't hurt your life."

"I have a measure, and I can't be soft-hearted when dealing with this kind of person."

Seeing the assistant staring at the mirror in a daze, Zheng Qing stepped up and said, "What the hell are you looking at? Lead the way."

The assistant staggered a bit, almost fell to the ground, and then honestly led the two of them towards the elevator.

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Song Sheng combed his hair in front of the mirror. He didn't know how much pomade he had put on his head.

Then I took the perfume bottle and sprayed it on my body several times.

In the living room, the candlelight dinner has been prepared, and in the bedroom, the big rose bed is also in place.

As long as he stopped, his mind would be filled with that little fairy's cold and dusty appearance, his whole body would be exhausted, and he couldn't wait for a moment.

He took out his phone and called his assistant.

In the elevator, the mobile phone rang rapidly, and the assistant's heart trembled, and his head drooped even lower.

A smiling voice fell beside my ear: "Go ahead."

The assistant took out his mobile phone, and consciously turned on the speakerphone, and Song Sheng's impatient voice came out.

"What the hell are you talking about? I can't handle even a little thing. I won't see anyone in ten minutes. Get the hell out of here and lay the bricks on the construction site."

The assistant glanced at Zheng Qing cautiously, surprised by the beauty of the sight, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Zheng Qing raised an eyebrow.

The assistant was so blessed that he immediately replied, "In the elevator, I'll be there right away."

The other party hung up the phone with a "snap".

The assistant was heartbroken, "Miss, are you really going to offend Mr. Song? His background is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and I am really worried about you, afraid that you will suffer."

Zheng Qing said with a smile: "Little handsome guy, you are very loyal. You still speak for your master at this time, but it's too late."

Just then, the elevator arrived.

Zheng Qing said with a smile, "Go and open the door."

The assistant walked out of the elevator resignedly, and went to ring the doorbell.

Before he touched the button, the door opened, and Song Sheng hurried out.

"What about people?"

As soon as he looked up, Song Sheng's eyes straightened instantly when he saw a beautiful and beautiful woman standing in front of him.

If it is explained that the mirror is a peerless fairy, then the woman in front of her is the most beautiful peony, and there is nothing better than this.

The beauty smiled and hooked the soul away.

"Song Sheng, right?"

Song Sheng nodded his head like garlic, with a flattered expression on his face: "The beauty knows me?"

"President Song's name is like thunder..."

Before Song Sheng could be happy, the other party suddenly pulled out a whip from behind and swung it towards his face. Song Sheng was stunned by this turn of events, and had no time to dodge, so he took the whip firmly.

"Auntie is looking for you."

The assistant hurriedly ran away.

Song Sheng reacted belatedly, covered his face and screamed: "Ah..."

The whip slanted from the left eye straight to the right jaw, the skin was ripped apart, it was extremely tragic.

This whip also took away all of Song Sheng's thoughts, his eyes instantly hardened, and he glared at Zheng Qing viciously, "You dare to hit me? You are dead."

It was only at this time that he realized that there was an invisible mirror standing quietly behind Zheng Qing, but at this moment he couldn't care less about thinking.

He grew up so big, it was the first time someone dared to slap his face.

In his eyes, the woman in front of him was already a dead person.

"Oh ho, I'm so scared." Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and whipped the whip again.

"Grandma will give you another whip."

She has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she feels uncomfortable if she doesn't draw a cross on her face.

Song Sheng won't be beaten passively this time, he suddenly grabbed the whip that was thrown over him, and pulled it hard, but the opponent didn't move at all.

When Song Sheng was young, he had practiced judo for several years in order to protect himself, and it was no problem to hit a few people, but his body was hollowed out by alcohol and sex these years, and his strength was not as good as before.

The extremely coquettish woman smiled and said, "Song Sheng, Song Sheng, it's not good for you to think about who is wrong, but you want to think about our mirror, so don't blame my aunt for being ruthless."

After saying that, he flicked the whip, and Song Sheng let go of the whip suddenly with pain in his palm.

The next moment, the whip was flexible and soft like a snake, wrapped around Song Sheng's neck, pulled it hard, and Song Sheng fell to his knees, unable to breathe more and more, his eyelids twitched violently.

The feeling of suffocation on the verge of death made him struggle desperately like a stranded fish, and the sense of fear surrounded him in all directions, falling into the endless abyss like the deepest nightmare.

The assistant hid in the corner, watching this scene with weak knees.

It's really going to kill someone.

"Ah Qing." Ming Jing called out to her.

Zheng Qing snorted coldly, and took the whip away, "It's really fucking unlucky."

Song Sheng got air and breathed desperately, his cheeks flushed red.

At this time, he still didn't forget to say harsh words: "Do you know who I am? Offend me, and I will make your life worse than death."

"I still have the strength to speak, it seems that the lesson is not enough."

Zheng Qing walked up to him in high heels, dragged him into the house by the collar, stripped him naked, tied his feet with rope, and threw him onto the balcony railing.

Under the terrace, there is a 30-story high-rise building, opposite to skyscrapers, the neon lights of the whole city light up the night, the night wind is very strong, and it is very biting.

When Song Sheng realized what the other party was going to do to him, he finally got scared.

"You...you let me down, let's talk if we have something to say, my father is Song Qi, my uncle is Song Yang, if you dare to do anything to me, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Zheng Qing played with the rope: "The Song family is amazing. It's a pity that you are such a prodigal son. I will wait for your father and uncle to come to me. Go."

Zheng Qing smiled and nodded his forehead.

With a scream like a pig being slaughtered, Song Sheng fell down from the balcony on the 30th floor.

The cry echoed between heaven and earth, extremely miserable.

With the night wind wafting a foul smell, Zheng Qing frowned in disgust: "You actually peed your pants, you dare to do bad things with just this little guts."

The rope was coiled in the palm of his hand, and Song Sheng stopped falling.

Zheng Qing turned her head with a smile, and beckoned to the assistant who had already been stunned: "Come here."

The assistant stumbled over.

Zheng Qing stuffed one end of the rope into his hand, the assistant subconsciously wanted to let go, Zheng Qing grabbed it again and put it in his hand.

"Catch it, I don't think you want to be charged with murder, do you?"

The assistant grabbed the rope tremblingly, but it was not strong enough. He staggered and hit the railing, and the rope slipped down a few inches. He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst, he quickly put his feet on the glass, and grasped firmly. hold the rope.

Zheng Qing yawned, "Let's go, go home and sleep."

The assistant hurriedly said: "Miss, please spare my life. I'm just a social animal who gets paid to do things. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child to take care of. Your lord has a lot, please let me go."

Zheng Qing sighed: "Life is not easy, young man, if you persist, the dawn will come soon."

Hua Luo hugged Ming Jing and left.

"Aren't you afraid of offending the Song family?"

Zheng Qing raised his eyelids and glanced at the mirror: "I became a beauty when I rushed to the crown, was he handsome just now?"

Ming Jing said helplessly: "The Song family will not let it go."

"If the Song family is sensible, they know that they will not pursue their mistakes. If they take advantage of the opportunity to attack, then it's just right. Grandpa will settle the score with him, and raise some rubbish that will pollute the eyeballs."