The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

What's worse is that her own photos have also been unearthed and spread widely on the Internet. She has a good appearance and temperament, and has always enjoyed a good reputation in the circle of celebrities in Jingzhou, but these are just the value added to her by her family background. In such a place where people rely on their looks to make their living, her appearance is not at all comparable to Der Spiegel.

This is original sin.

Even the achievements she is proud of have no advantage in front of Ming Jing.

After all, at the CMO at the end of last year, she and Der Spiegel won the gold medal in the competition at the same time, and they were guaranteed to be sent to higher education institutions.

If she didn't show her overwhelming talent and strength, she was destined to be underestimated by these short-sighted rats.

Those fans tried their best to insult her like crazy, and attacked her with the most vicious words, as if it was wrong for her to even take a breath, especially when comparing her with Mingjing in words, in the mouths of those people, she became A green tea that doesn't even deserve to carry Ming Jing's shoes.

It was the first time in Bo Lianye's nearly eighteen years of smooth life that she encountered such a great humiliation.

In the battle of online public opinion, she lost completely.

It wasn't until this moment that Bo Lianye realized how naive her previous thoughts were. The cruel Vanity Fair in the entertainment industry didn't have any management or capital. If she wanted to step into it, what awaited her could only be an endless abyss.

Although the Bo family has a pivotal position in Jingzhou, they have no connections in the entertainment circle. She is at a loss to find a relationship at the moment, so she can only sit in front of the simple breakfast stall in the small town, breathing in the cold spring air. Full of panic.

Just at this moment, my father's phone call came in, Bo Lianye's hand trembled, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

This was the first phone call from my father three days later. My father was busy with work and never paid attention to the entertainment industry. It was a miracle that he could contact her now.

After connecting to the phone, Bo Yujian's cold voice came into her ears through the cold microphone, "What's the matter with those rumors against you on the Internet?"

In fact, it was Bo Yujian's secretary who found out this morning and told Bo Yujian. When she found out, Bo Yujian was naturally furious. She used all her connections to control public opinion, and then called Bo Lianye to question her.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't expect things to develop to this point. The fans of Qu Feitai are too scary. They forbid all the opposite sex to get close to Qu Feitai, but Der Spiegel is not included. Dad, I don't understand. How can I compare with Ding Spiegel?" Bad?" The girl's voice was faintly crying, and her tone was full of anger and grievances. Bo Yujian, who was originally angry, had no reason to blame her daughter.

He grasped an important point in Bo Lianye's words, Ding Jing.

It's this bright mirror again, why does her ghost linger.

Bo Yujian really didn't like this unrelated niece.

"Yezi, believe in Dad, you are the best, those people will regret it for hurting you today sooner or later."

But Bo Lianye was not comforted by these words, she sniffed, and said softly, "Maybe I will never be better than Ming Jing, she is beautiful and smart, it is only natural that Qu Feitai likes her... .”

Hearing the other party's self-defeating words, Bo Yujian's anger came up again: "You are my daughter, how can you be so arrogant..."

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Internet public opinion subsided within half a day, and everything was calm.

Bo Lianye's Weibo account was canceled and completely disappeared from the Internet, as if this person had never appeared.

The fans of Qu Feitai were not reconciled, and wanted to dig out more. They were warned that this green tea seemed to have a lot of background, and he couldn't be easily provoked. After the fans weighed it, they gave up.

This farce came to an end.

And Ming Jing, who was forced to be involved in the center of public opinion, was on a helicopter at the moment, the sky was lightly raining, the sky was foggy, and the cold wind was engulfing a huge air current, which made people barely open their eyes.

Looking down from the helicopter, the continuous mountains are like a sleeping giant in the misty rain and mist, and also like a suffocating tomb. The deepest part hides unknown mysteries and dangers.

The mountain wind was too strong, and the airflow engulfed it, making the helicopter unstable in mid-air. The pilot said helplessly, "I'm sorry, miss, the helicopter can't land at the original location."

The fog in the mountains is getting bigger and bigger, and the visibility is getting lower and lower. If you don't leave quickly, it will be very dangerous.

Ming Jing put his shoulders on his back, put on his equipment, straightened his goggles, and ordered the pilot to descend to the lowest flight altitude.

Then he opened the cockpit door, and under the unbelievable eyes of the pilot, he jumped straight down without any buffer.

"Ah..." The pilot couldn't help but exclaimed, and couldn't help but poke his head to look.

I saw that the dense fog like a cloud of smoke was like a huge whirlpool, and the girl fell into it, turning into a small black spot in the blink of an eye.

The icy mountain peak is wrapped in cold raindrops and slaps on the face, giving birth to a tingling feeling. With the feeling of weightlessness, the thin body keeps falling, like a fragile solitary boat in the stormy sea, which can be blown by the strong wind at any time. Waves tear.

Such a long-lost feeling made Ming Jing's cerebral cortex instantly active, and those dusty memories flashed like a horse in the falling space. Suddenly there was a soft sound, and the parachute on Ming Jing's back suddenly opened, and his slender body was covered by the huge parachute. Hold her tightly, like a giant hand reaching out from the dark abyss, gently grabbing her before she is about to fall off the cliff.

Ming Jing's thin figure was swaying in the rain and fog. She controlled the direction, avoiding bushes and dangerous stone branches, and perfectly landed on an open space.

A small head popped out of the backpack, and a pair of green eyes looked excitedly at the dark night ahead, but if you saw the little thing's face clearly, anyone could be scared out of their wits.

It's too intrusive that a rabbit has a human face.

"Xiaobai, if you don't want to attract your natural enemy, just be honest with me." Ming Jing said lightly.

Xiaobai shrank his neck, and retreated into the backpack unwillingly.