The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 189 Look at the eyes (one more)

   "A mortal, not enough to be concerned."

  Eighteen did not believe her nonsense, and became more vigilant in her heart. She knew WT well, which was terrible.

   "It seems that you haven't understood what I said last time."

Eighteen stared at her coldly: "What on earth do you want to do?"

   "What do you want to do?" Ming Jing frowned, seeming a little confused.

   "I want an answer... an answer that makes her look down."

  Eighteen is confused, who is she? what is the answer?

  The girl looked at the clouds in the sky, her expression was a little unspeakably lonely, and her cold heartstring was touched lightly.

  He pursed his lips and asked, "Who is she?"

"friend."

   "Is she dead?"

"Yes."

   "How did you die?"

  The girl curled her lips, her smile lighter than the clouds of smoke in the sky.

"She dedicated her life to the organization, but she was wiped out because of the loss of value, and there is no whole body. If this is the fate of a killer, do you accept it?" Ming Jing looked at him fixedly, with deep eyes like two lonely pools. It's elusive.

  Eighteen stunned, his eyes firmly said: "I don't accept my fate, my fate is my own decision."

  Ding Jing nodded and smiled: "This is the answer I gave you."

  The Eighteenth National Congress was shocked and looked at her deeply.

  There are some things, just click and stop.

   "This is a road full of thorns, but this time, we are fighting for freedom." Ming Jing put down the tea cup, and the soft "bang" collision sounded like thunder in the ears.

  "Fight for freedom." He murmured, his eyes gradually turning from wandering to firm, burning with a raging fire.

  As a killer, he cannot choose a fate, but this time, he has a chance to choose again.

  Han Suwen stood outside the glass door and knocked, Ming Jing nodded.

  Han Suwen opened the door and said, "Supper is ready, this...what do you call the little brother?"

   "My name is eighteen."

  Han Suwen smiled and said, "Eighteen, come and eat."

  Eighteen looked at the mirror, Han Suwen smiled and said, "Miss never eats dinner."

  Eighteen was enthusiastically pulled out by Han Suwen, and Han Suwen closed the door intimately.

  Mingchen's eyes lit up when she saw Eighteen, "Wow, where's the little brother, so handsome."

  Mingchen immediately rushed over excitedly, "Brother, what's your name?"

   Facing a lively and lovely girl, Eighteen couldn't stand it, and scratched her head awkwardly: "I...My name is XVIII."

   "It's a strange name, but I like it, hehe, Brother Eighteen, take a seat, Aunt Wen is cooking delicious."

  Ming Chen pulled Shiba and sat down next to him, and clearly gave her a white look, the guy who valued colors and preferred friends.

  Eighteen looked at the table full of dazzling dishes, a little at a loss.

   "Brother Eighteen, eat it soon." Ming Chen stuffed his chopsticks into his hand, and put a large drumstick into his bowl, "You try it soon, it's delicious."

  Eighteen took a bite of a chicken leg, and his eyes lit up instantly, which was much better than in a fast food restaurant.

  He buried his head and ate like a windstorm. The other side covered his mouth and laughed, "Brother Eighteen ate like a duck."

  Han Suwen sighed: "One by one, it is impolite to say that brother."

  Mingyi put out her tongue playfully: "I'm sorry, Brother Eighteen, I shouldn't say that to you."

  Eighteen choked, Mingchen poured a glass of water and handed it to his hand, and said distressedly: "Brother Eighteen, have you never eaten a full meal before?" He looked like a starving ghost reborn.

  Eighteen "Gudong Gudong" filled with water, and when her throat became comfortable, she looked at Mingchen. The little girl's eyes were bright and filled with innocent and passionate light.

   "I have never had such a delicious meal."

  He was serious, but he made everyone laugh.

  Han Suwen said: “Looking at you who are thin, you must have suffered a lot in the past. Auntie will make a lot of delicious food for you in the future, and I will make up for you.”

Eighteen is full, he put down his chopsticks and looked at Ming Chen Mingti, and Ming Yi and Han Suwen sitting across from him. Xiaoying in the kitchen was cooking soup. They were cute, warm, kind and friendly, and they didn't dislike him at all, let him I felt the warmth and smoke that I had never felt before.

  Not far from the open-air balcony, the sky is getting darker, and the swaying lights and shadows reflect the lonely but straight silhouette of a girl.

  Away from the fireworks in the world, there is no sadness or joy.

  Once, he lived like a walking corpse, and he didn’t even know what it meant to be alive.

  At this moment, he truly felt the meaning of being alive.

   is the joy of the taste buds being conquered by food, the stomach filled with food, the little girl taking a bite and the eighteen brothers, the gentle and distressed eyes of the opposite woman...

   Thirteen once told him that WT is our faith, and the so-called faith is a lifelong pursuit. For this reason, he has no regrets and no regrets.

  He wanted to refute, but he was speechless.

  He understands here and now that his belief is freedom.

  ——

  The night is getting darker.

  Several children were asleep, and eighteen squatted in the living room to clean up the mess.

  Mingchen has been pestering him to play jigsaw puzzles, he can put together the extremely complicated Lego blocks in the shortest time, causing Mingchen to scream repeatedly, and even Mingti looks at him with admiration.

  Eighteen, tidy up the blocks little by little and put them in the box.

  Mingjing walked downstairs, Shiba looked up at her, put down the blocks and stood up.

"Come with me."

Eighteen followed Ming Jing and went out.

  The elevator stops on the 18th floor on the same floor. There are two households on the first floor. Mingjing walks to Xihu and unlocks with fingerprints.

  The house is very large, the walls are painted, but no furniture is placed, and the living room looks very large and empty.

  There is no light in the room, only the moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows brings a gleam of light.

When Shiba closed the door, a strong wind rushed behind him. He immediately raised his hand to block. The other party's fingers pinched his arm bone for seven inches. The finger was like a steel needle. Every inch of it hurts, and the face of Shiba looked slightly hideous. , His right hand beckoned the black tiger to dig his heart and approached the opponent’s fate, and saw a flash of white light in front of him, like a white lotus in full bloom in the dark night, leaping lightly from the top of his head, and his right foot hooked his stretched right hand, and the other toe Pointing to his heart, eighteen chests were full of blood, and the whole person flew out like a kite, and fell heavily to the ground.

  The girl fell to the ground with a light figure, her white skirt dancing lightly, falling on her ankles, and the silver lotus was glowing with waves under the moonlight.

  Eighteen stared in a daze, outside the French window behind the girl, there was a crescent moon and a half hook, and the people standing under the moon were bright and shining, and misty as a fairy.

  "Good foundation, poor speed, a unique way to control the enemy, but not breaking fast."

  "Master duel, one second is life and death."

  Eighteen got up and looked at her confusedly: "How can I practice such a speed?"

   "Concentration." Ming Jing said faintly: "Zi Yi burns the candle and sits and knows well; keeps his eyes fixed; keeps his knees. There is no distracting thoughts in the heart, and Fangda unites nature and man."

  Eighteen nodded as if he did not understand.

   "If you want to practice concentration, meditate every morning and evening, let go of all your thoughts, put your mindfulness in the moment, and the mountains will collapse and the ground will not move like a mountain."

   Eighteen asked, "How did you do that move that you just received?" His arm hasn't been conscious until now, it's really powerful.

"The human body has twelve meridians, eight meridians, and eight meridians. The 14 meridian points are divided into 52 single points, 300 double points, and 50 extra meridian points. There are a total of 720 acupuncture points, of which 108 There are four key points, which are divided into fatal and non-fatal points. There are four points for softness, dizziness, light and heavy, and the four points are divided into nine points, which together make thirty-six dead points."

"Baihui fell to the ground, the tail did not return to the hometown, Zhangmen was hit, ten people and nine died, the sun and the dumb door must see the king of Yama, the spine is broken without the bones, the knees die suddenly, and the eight channels of the odd meridian are mastered. The main point of Parkway, like a worm, shakes the tree and defeats the enemy without any effort."

  It was a murderous remark, but when she said it from her mouth, it was like a spring breeze, gentle and calm.

  "Can you teach me?" Eighteen were seen in the martial arts novels of Thirteen Hidden. I didn't expect to have such a kung fu.

  Mingjing turned and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows: the scenery on the eighteenth floor is unique.

  "The world is like this moon, where there is surplus, there is deficiency, and there is gain, and there is loss. What can you exchange with me?"

   Eighteen lowered his head and thought, as if he was making a difficult decision, he said solemnly after a long time.

   "I believe you are my salvation."

  "For freedom and loyalty."

   "Since this is said, it is difficult to chase the horse."

  Under the bright moonlight, the girl gently raised the corners of her lips.

  "From now on, this will be your home."

  ——

  Last year, Mr. Shen had his 70th birthday, and Shen Zhou gave it to him in a low-key manner.

  Let those who want to flatter and disappoint.

  Instead, we are going to hold a big fanfare this year. This is very different from Shen Zhou's usual style. Everyone has speculated about what Shen Zhou meant by doing this.

  Thinking about it, but didn’t figure out anything, but instead gave everyone a chance.

   Therefore, after the news that Shen Zhou was hosting a birthday banquet at Yunmeng Villa, Jiangzhou was full of people's hearts.

   These young talents and business upstarts in Jiangzhou are not as good as the legend of the sinking boat.

  Invincible worth, elegant and gentle, clean and self-conscious, filial and kind, a peerless good man who has all the advantages in one, once attracted many ladies and ladies in Jiangzhou to succeed, but one year later, Mrs. Shen's position is still vacant.

   Liu Yaxin, the daughter of the Liu family who had already sealed the devil for the sake of sinking the boat, has also died. Not long ago, she married a small security guard, which has become a talk after half a month in Jiangzhou.

  This year, Shen Zhou is thirty-six years old, and she is still alone. Those ladies who once had fantasies have gradually lost their minds. They should fall in love and fall in love, and get married when they get married.

  But this time, Shen Zhou changed the style of the past to celebrate the birthday party, and the sensitive people already smelled an unusual breath.

  If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Maybe Shen Zhou wants to go, and wants to choose an ideal partner through this banquet.

  Now Jiangzhou is completely lively, the beauty salons are overcrowded, and the ladies are making great preparations for the upcoming birthday banquet.

  I want to say that this time sinking the boat is a big deal, Jiangzhou, big and small, have cooperated and have no friendship, almost all of them have received invitations.

  Zhu Wentao looked at the invitation sent by Uncle Wen and was taken aback.

   "This is... Shen Zhou's invitation?"

  Uncle Wen replied: "Yes, Sir, September 20th, Yunmeng Villa, Father Shen has a seventy-first birthday."

  If the whole is not zero, how can it be done suddenly?

  Zhu Wentao felt a little strange, "Who in Jiangzhou has received the invitation?"

Uncle Wen replied: "Almost all the people who have the face and the face have received it. This time Mr. Shen is going to do a big deal. I heard that he has also invited an opera troupe. Father Shen loves to listen to operas. This is the rhythm of singing a big opera for three days. What to pay attention to." Uncle Wen was also at a loss.

  Lin Qing suddenly thought of Mingjing, she asked, "Did Mingjing receive the invitation?"

  Uncle Wen shook his head: "I don't know this anymore."

  Zhu Wentao glanced at Lin Qing: "Is it because of Der Spiegel?"

   Lin Qing said sternly, “How do I know that you, a father, don’t care about your daughter at all, and you don’t even know where she lives.”

  Zhu Wentao sighed: "The child of Mingjing has an idea, what can I do? Besides, the company is in her hands. I am a useless person now. Even you look down on me, right?"

  Lin Qing said coldly: "Did you listen to what Ming Spiegel said that day? She did it for your own good."

"Aqing, how can I explain you to believe me? I was fascinated before, and I am willing to spend my life to make up for you, but now it is a man's dignity. Do you really want Man Jiangzhou to laugh at me? Zhu Wentao Is it a trash raised by a daughter?"

  "Aren't you?" Lin Qing curled her lips in disdain.

  "When you do that kind of thing, there is no dignity to speak of. Everything now is what you deserve."

   Zhu Wentao's eyes were overcast, and he watched Lin Qing go upstairs.

  "Dad." Zhu Xiangxiang didn't know when he walked in, and said softly: "Don't be angry with your mother. What you did before has hurt your mother too much. Give her a period of time."

  Zhu Wentao nodded: "Xiang Xiang is right, I am too anxious."

"In fact, Ming Jing’s departure was the biggest blow to her mother. I don’t understand how could Ming Jing treat her mother so unrelentingly. She is her mother’s biological daughter. Her character is inherited from her, and she is not like us at all. The Zhu’s family, is it the grandfather who has passed away? But I haven't seen Grandpa, what do you think, Dad?"

  Zhu Wentao looked at Zhu Xiangxiang’s curious eyes and frowned: "Your grandpa has a bad temper, she is nothing like your grandpa."

"That's weird. In fact, when Ming Jing just came back, I couldn't believe that she was her mother's biological daughter. She is so beautiful that she looks nothing like her mother and grandma. It may be because of her. Don’t get close to the talents of our family..., I feel sorry for the sincerity of my mother and grandma..."

  Zhu Wentao frowned, "What did you just say?"

   Zhu Xiangxiang was stunned: "Dad, what's the matter?"

   "Say what you just said again?"

Zhu Xiangxiang’s mouth turned slightly, and he said softly, “Ding Spiegel doesn’t look like your mother, grandma and dad at all. She is too beautiful. If it weren’t for the DNA paternity test, I really suspect that she was not her mother’s birth. Of course, Der Spiegel. It is impossible to buy a private detective to falsify the paternity test..."

   Zhu Wentao's expression suddenly sank, yes, why didn't he expect it.

The weird feeling in my heart all the time has finally found a reasonable explanation. The appearance of Der Spiegel does not resemble the people of Zhu’s family in any way. I have never thought about this before. Today, when Zhu Xiangxiang spotted it, he suddenly became vigilant. Kind of possibility.

  The more you dig into it, the more suspicious it is, and he is even sure in his heart.

  For profit-only businessmen, what is family affection, especially a daughter who has never been raised before, is not as good as getting the benefits of the hands.

  Zhu Wentao hurried upstairs, he must carefully consider this matter.

  Looking at Zhu Wentao's back in a hurry, Zhu Xiangxiang's lips twitched slightly.

  If you say who in the Zhu family hates Mingjing, Zhu Wentao now does his part.

  Mingjing took his company and made him faceless. How could Zhu Wentao, who was once so proud, tolerate it.

  The human heart is like a net, and the hole gets bigger.

  People only believe in what they are willing to believe, and Zhu Wentao is even more willing to believe that one percent of the possibility. Human nature tells her that Zhu Wentao will change that one percent of the possibility to 100%.

  In this way, she can reap the benefits of the fisherman.

  ——

   "Master Xiao, Shen Zhou's invitation letter." Ye Jian handed it over with both hands respectfully.

  Ran Tengxiao rolled a glance, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

   "Shen Zhou is interesting. Orthodox businessmen like them never want to have anything to do with our Ran family, but now they send the invitation letter to me. I want to advertise it."

  "What is being advertised?" Ye Jian asked curiously.

   Ran Tengxiao narrowed his eyes, "I'll know soon."

  Who is the old fox who is worth the trouble of sinking the boat?

  (End of this chapter)