The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 119 God of Music (one more)

  Mrs. Gu found her husband and sat down coldly.

  Gu Qingyan retracted the gaze that fell on Madam Jiang and the others, glanced at Madam Gu, and asked in a low voice: "Who is the girl next to Madam Jiang?"

  Ms. Gu’s face became more stinky with the naked eye, looking up and down Gu Qingyan, her contempt was mixed with a little bit of nausea.

  "Don't worry if you are outside, and such a young girl can do it? Are you still not a human being?"

  How can a man be so shameless.

  Gu Qingyan quickly glanced around, lowered his voice and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? Where do I have that meaning, speak outside to give me attention."

  Mrs. Gu coldly snorted, “You know what that means. If you don’t know what you mean, you can’t do it yourself.”

  Gu Qingyan still wants to ask again, Mrs. Gu has turned her head and stopped responding to him.

Gu Qingyan felt like a cat scratching in his heart. He was sitting in the first row of the auditorium. Everyone in the back row could see clearly what he was doing. He turned his head just now when he said hello to Mrs. That's appropriate.

  At half past seven, when the personnel arrived, Shen Shaojian came to the stage to speak, and the scene made people drowsy.

  The specific process of charity activities tonight is like this. Celebrities from all walks of life donate a piece of their own, auctioned on-site, and all the proceeds from the auction will be donated for charity activities.

  Some people get their names, some people benefit, and they cleverly perform charity projects, killing three birds with one stone.

Charity activities such as    are very common in celebrities. After all, fame is a thing, the more the better, the more profitable.

"On occasions like this tonight, no one dares to fool people with fake things, unless you don’t want to get in the circle. If you like, just hold up a sign and Aunt Lan will take it and give it to you. It’s a thank you gift to you today. , You helped me a lot today."

  Jiang Chunlan looked lovingly and patted Ming Jing's hand.

  On the table in front of the two of them, there was a name tag with the number 18 on it, which was raised to bid at the auction.

  Ming Jing smiled: "Madam, I have money myself."

   "Hey, how can it be the same, I am your elder, there is an old saying that is very good, and the elders are indispensable, you have helped me a lot, just a little thank you."

  Ming Spiegel no longer declined.

  Separated from a table, there was an elegant middle-aged man sitting. The other men came with female companions, but he was alone, especially eye-catching.

  But no one has any doubts, because Shen Zhou, who knows him, knows that although he is worth hundreds of billions of dollars, he is not close to female sex.

   Nearly forty years old, unmarried but not having children, how many ladies and actresses wanted to enter the house after another, all of them were defeated.

   Later, there was a rumor that this person had the addiction of Longyang.

  His assistant Shen Ke, the second person of the Shenzhou Group, is the same young talent, but he is also unmarried and unborn.

  Two golden bachelors are inseparable, not close to women, how can you not want to be crooked.

   "Ding Spiegel, how did you meet Mr. Shen?" Jiang Chunlan blew the tea leaves floating on the water, and the steaming tea mist filled Jiang Chunlan's eyes with emotion.

  The top Dongting Biluochun, yes, it seems that the Jiade Group has spent this time.

Ming Jing smiled slightly: "It's a long story. Once I was on the way to school, I saved Father Shen who had a sudden brain hemorrhage on the subway. After all, I didn't help much, but stood when everyone was afraid of being blackmailed. He came out and called 120 to send him to the doctor. Mr. Shen was kind and unassuming. He was very grateful for my small help, and even took the initiative to help when the Zhu Group was in crisis."

Jiang Chunlan smiled and glanced at her: "You are not a small favor, it is a life-saving grace. The elderly have a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, and they are already extremely critical. Shen Zhou is also a well-known filial son who is kind. Good fruit, all of this is what you deserve."

   "Madam." Zhou Xue walked over and said to Jiang Chunlan: "Zou Zou from the Jade Group will personally come to make amends for you. He is the head of the Huaguo District of the Jade Group."

  Jiang Chunlan's eyebrows faded coldly: "Things that ask for money but don't have a life, do you earn a life for the black-hearted money?"

   "Is it over if I apologize? You tell him that I will never end this matter with them."

   "Yes." Zhou Xue stepped back.

  Jiang Chunlan raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows: "These shameless things have come to my death."

  Ming Jing smiled: "Madam, don't worry, misfortune and good fortune depend on it, everything has its own chance."

   "Listening to you, I really feel better." Jiang Chunlan exhaled.

After Shen Shaojian finished the conversation, the auction officially began.

  Two tall ladies of etiquette unfold a long scroll, which is a picture.

  Writing is actually good, but if you look closely, you can’t be a master.

  "Master Li Yang's hand-made picture, the donor, Mr. Li Ming, the auction price is 100,000, and the auction will start now."

  The people on the scene looked at Madam Gu subconsciously, and Madam Gu raised her head, with a right smile on her face.

  Gu Qingyan frowned, and whispered displeasedly: "What's the matter?"

  Mrs. Gu curled her lips: "What's the matter? Did Li Yang lose your people?"

  Gu Qingyan gave her a blank look: "What do you know? How simple things are, let your cousin stay a little bit calmer, and don’t look at what occasion it is."

  Mrs. Gu gave him a blank look: "Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light the lights. You are not as unreasonable as you."

  Gu Qingyan was too lazy to talk to her: "Stupid woman."

  If it weren't for the public, Madam Gu would scratch her paw.

  Jiang Chunlan chuckled, but the meaning of the smile was unknown.

   "This so-called master's handwriting, I look at it is not as good as mirroring your calligraphy. Now the skill of these people's flattering is becoming more and more advanced with the times, and I am amazed."

  After three rounds of bidding, it was acquired by a wealthy businessman’s wife at a price of 300,000 yuan.

  Charity auctions are different from general commercial auctions in that the transaction amount will not be too large, and there will be basically no sky-high bidding.

  The whole process was serious and extremely boring. Some wives couldn't hold back and fell asleep. They were awakened by the sound of a falling hammer.

  This lady is Mrs. Shen.

   yawned, turned his head and secretly said to Der Spiegel: "It's too boring, I wouldn't want to come if I didn't accompany Lao Shen with us."

  Ming Jing smiled and asked, “Isn’t the lady interested in antiques?”

Mrs. Shen glanced at Jiang Chunlan secretly, greeted Ming Spiegel to get closer, and whispered in her ear: "If you are not afraid of your jokes, I am a person who knows nothing about art, so I am naturally not interested in a pile of broken copper and iron. I really don’t know what’s good. They sell so expensive one by one, so I know where to grab the money."

  Ming Jing was amused by her straightforwardness, "Madam said it makes sense."

Mrs. Shen's eyes lit up: "Do you think so too?"

"The value of art and collectibles lies in the added value people give to it, which contains specific human history and character background. For those who know it, it is worth a lot of hectares. For those who are not interested, it may not be as good as a bowl. beef noodles."

   "Hahaha, I just like to listen to you. It really comes to my heart. What works of art are not made by speculation. That Li Yang, the **** master, was made by himself." Madam Shen curled her lips.

  Ming Jing smiled: "Madam is transparent."

"In front of you, I don’t dare to be it. Let me tell you that Li Yang is Mrs. Gu’s cousin. Estimate how much water this master has mixed up. I am so embarrassed for her. Her husband will plant her sooner or later. In hand."

  Ding in the mirror, but smiled silently.

  "Clean cloisonne cloisonné enamel, donated by Mr. Shen Zhou, starting price of 200,000 yuan."

  Everyone looked at Shen Zhou subconsciously, and Shen Zhou calmly took a sip of tea.

  There are more people participating in the auction this time.

  Ming Jing was startled, and suddenly seemed to hear the voice of Qu Feitai.

  Dingjing turned his head, and outside the French windows on the third floor, it seemed as if he could see bunches of red light beams rising into the sky, reflecting half of the sky.

   "What are you looking at?" Jiang Chunlan asked.

   "Nothing." Ming Jing retracted his gaze and said lightly.

  ——

  The teenager on the stage, wearing a black T-shirt with his anime avatar printed on it, blue ripped jeans, stepping on graffiti whiteboard shoes, and his head full of dirty braids, appeared in the street hip-hop image.

  The opening is a lively song and dance, which fully mobilized everyone's emotions. Jiangzhou tonight is doomed to sleepless.

  The magnetic voice is accompanied by cool dance, harvesting countless screams.

  Following the burning music, the teenager buckled with one hand and his whole body jumped up. The difficult freeze freeze action in Breaking Street Dance.

  There is a huge broadcast screen on the side of the stage. Following the photographer's lens, the figure of the teenager is firmly locked in the picture.

  The next moment, there was a full of boiling screams that almost broke the sky, and the screams on the scene could be heard ten kilometers away.

  The boy's T-shirt slipped off his chest, and his tight eight-pack abdominal muscles were revealed without any thought. With the cold metal belt buckle, it was a girl killer, **** and bloody.

  The perfect and **** abs of the teenager appeared on the huge broadcast screen. Whether it was the live audience or the audience watching the live broadcast on TV, they were deeply shocked by this scene.

   What followed was a scream like a huge wave.

  The enthusiasm of fans is even more ardent than the sun above the nine heavens.

  The young man finished the dance and stood on the stage solemnly, and the young man’s face appeared on the broadcast screen.

   drew stage makeup, raised eyeliner, and sequins on the end of the eye. The eyes are like a peach blossom demon, with fascinating magic power. Only one glance can kill.

  At this moment, the young man on the stage is really a fairy who charms all living beings.

   "Thank you everyone for coming to my concert, I am Qu Feitai." The young man's magnetic clear voice wafted through the microphone in every corner of the venue.

   Gentle tone, as if a young man is talking softly against your ear.

  Who can stand such torture, the screams never stopped.

  Mingchen and Mingti only felt that their ears were going to be deaf. Although they were sitting in the VIP position in the front row, the screams were so loud that they almost ascended to the sky.

  Qufeitai is right in front of them. From their point of view, the slender young man has a dazzling light on his head, like a **** descending.

  The two held hands tightly, Zhou Ying's desperate cry was heard in their ears.

   "Ah... brother, you are so handsome, you want my life, and you will give you everything..."

  Mingchen and Mingti looked at each other, and saw deep fear in each other's eyes.

  It’s terrible, second sister, where are you, woooo...

  I wish Xiangxiang's head injury is not healed, so he dared not scream too loudly, but dared to wave the light stick in his hand slightly.

   Suddenly, she clutched Zhou Ying's arm tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Did Qu Feitai just glanced in my direction?"

  Zhou Yingbai glanced at her: "What dream do you do, are you obviously looking at me?"

Zhu Xiangxiang sits on the left hand side of the invited media person, who is the editor-in-chief of Southern Entertainment Lu Yao, and to the left are all specially invited media persons or representatives of advertisers. The VIP position is good, not as noisy as the back, everyone compares Reasonable restraint.

  Lv Yao glanced at the girl with bandages on her head beside her, her eyes flickered. As the editor-in-chief of a magazine, especially in the entertainment industry, her gossip acuity must be high.

  Qufeitai did look at this position a few times a while ago.

These locations are all ticket-free areas. These girls are either affiliated with advertising merchants or have channels at home... If she took a look at Qufeitai, she thought it was just a few simple Bai Fumei, but Just after Qu Feitai glanced at her for so few times, she smelled an unusual smell.

  Because that is Qufeitai.

  A teenager who never went to scandals with girls, and a few beautiful little girls in the same company, there is like a gap between him, and the higher his achievements, the more curious the outside world will be in his emotional life.

  Qu Feitai is cold-tempered and lonely, no matter how dedicated the paparazzi has been with him for three years, he can't dig out any clues.

  But at this moment, she smelled a trace of lead, even if it was just a little bit, it was enough.

  The boy said a few words, the stage went dark, and the audience became restless during the transition time.

   Lv Yao took advantage of this time, tentatively asking the girl next to her: "Are you a fan of Qu Feitai? Seeing that you are still hurting on your head, the little girl’s love is really touching."

   Zhu Xiangxiang drank saliva to moisturize her throat, and then glanced at the woman next to her, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a minor injury. Even if I'm paralyzed, I have to climb to see my Qushen."

  Lu Yao's eyes flickered: "Are you from Jiangzhou?"

   "Yes, a native of Jiangzhou."

   "See you are still young, high school student."

   "Well, sophomore year at the beginning of school."

   "As far as I know, the tickets for this area are not easy to get, you must have a good channel at home."

   Zhu Xiangxiang said smoothly: "My sister got it, she is very good..."

   "Your sister?" Lu Yao curled her lips playfully, "Is that the little girl next to you?"

   Zhu Xiangxiang rolled his eyes: "How can..."

  Before she could say a word of energy, she suddenly stared at Lu Yao vigilantly: "What are you asking so much for?"

  This person is too strange.

  Lu Yao smiled kindly: “It’s nothing, but I think you are very beautiful and cute. It reminds me of my own daughter. She went to school abroad and it’s been a long time since I saw her.”

   said, his eyes were a little sad.

  Zhu Xiangxiang pursed his lips: "Sorry."

   "Needless to say sorry, I was abrupt."

  Lu Yao sighed: "Your sister should be as beautiful and cute as you."

   Zhu Xiangxiang lowered his eyes, thinking that this person should really think of his daughter.

"No, my sister is much more beautiful than me and much better than me. She is the most perfect girl in the world." Zhu Xiangxiang's low voice was quickly covered by the noisy screams, but floated in without missing a word In Lu Yao's ears.

  Lu Yao said with emotion: “Is there really such a perfect girl in the world? It’s hard to imagine, is your sister also a fan of Qu Feitai? Is she also there?”

  This time Zhu Xiangxiang was not that easy to lie. She realized that she had revealed too much to a stranger, glanced at her, and turned her head vigilantly.

  At this time, the lights on the stage turned on again, and Qu Feitai, who changed his costume, reappeared on the stage, bringing a new round of extreme enjoyment.

  This is a slow song, the title song of Qu Feitai’s album two years ago.

  The gentle genre made the fans who had just been excited quickly quiet down, and there was no scream anymore, everyone listened to the song quietly.

None of Qufeitai’s songs are about love. Everyone is used to it. Some people even said that Qufeitai would not be able to write a love song if they had never been in love. One day Qufeitai wrote a love song. Needless to say, it must be secretly. Falling in love.

  Qu Feitai slowly walked to the edge of the stage, slowly scanning the audience while singing, and finally passed the front row as if inadvertently.

  Zhu Xiangxiang once again grabbed Zhou Ying excitedly: "Did you see it? He was really looking at me just now."

  Zhou Ying really wanted to quench her face: "I'm obviously looking at me, what dreams are you doing."

  Lu Yao looked at Qufeitai, which was close at hand, and looked at Zhu Xiangxiang with an excited expression, smiling with unknown meaning.

  　 Qu Feitai said: The lights on the scene are too flashing, I can't see anything clearly... Where are you in Spiegel?

  (End of this chapter)