The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 246 Torture (two more)

   "Ding Jing?" As a gossip lover, the lady boss is no stranger to this name.

  "She won the gold medal and entered the national team. This time the hot search is about to explode. Alas, God is too partial. She has all the benefits, and it is not for us ordinary people to survive."

  The lady boss exclaimed: "Gold medal, amazing."

   "That's not the case, this year's questions are much more difficult than in previous years, and the proportion of gold medals is much smaller than in previous years, and the gold content is very high."

"There are a total of 32 gold medals in the country. Jiangzhou alone accounted for three golds and two silvers. The foreign language high school, which is the base of the competition, has only entered five. This Jiangzhou is really outstanding. The five Mingjings will not be mentioned. Now, the others are also handsome men and beauties, and the one wearing glasses makes my heart move when I look at it."

   "He seems to have his surname Song? He has also joined the national team, but unfortunately we did not join the national team. We can no longer continue with the handsome guy."

  Several people sighed at the same time.

  The air conditioner in the convenience store is fully turned on, but there is still cold air coming in through the cracks in the door.

  The man took off his sunglasses and stared closely at the tall figure, as if he wanted to penetrate the skin to see through the soul.

   Soon an RV parked in front of a few people, and the RV drove away. There was a cold wind roaring in the empty place, and there was no beautiful woman.

The man hurried out. Suddenly a black car stopped in front of the man. The door opened. A big hand was extended from the car. He dragged the man in without any effort. The door was closed, and everything happened. Between sparkling flints.

  The girl turned her head again as she spoke, and she suddenly said, "Why did that strange man disappear suddenly? He was still at the door just now?"

  The sudden disappearance of a stranger will not attract anyone's attention.

  The girl quickly forgot about it and talked to her friends about the gossip nowadays.

  ——

  The black car ran smoothly in the traffic.

  Xue An was cut back and pressed his hands on the leather seat. The heating was turned on in the car, but the seat was cold.

  He breathed quickly and saw a big hand resting on the seat.

  It belongs to a man's hand, with a broad palm, thick old calluses on the fingertips, and an inch-long scar on the back of the hand is shocking.

   "Let go of him." The man's cool voice sounded in the carriage.

  The pressure on his back was relieved, Xue An sat up slowly, straightened his clothes, and looked up.

  The man leaned back in the chair lazily, with a casual and casual posture. His handsome facial features were meticulously fabricated like the hands of God. The light and shadow flew by outside the car window. Amidst the glimpses of light, the man’s facial features became more handsome and compelling, but they were also cold and captivating.

  Xue An secretly clenched his fists, a ruthlessness flashed quickly in the bottom of his eyes, as if it had never appeared before.

   "Why are you killing Liang Yanran?" He also knew that this man was bold enough to look down upon him all the time.

   "I didn't kill people." Xue An said calmly.

   "Heh..." The man smiled sarcastically.

  Xue An pursed his lips and said, "You will either kill me or let me go."

  The man squinted his eyes, and the temperature in the cabin dropped to freezing point. Xue An's heart shuddered, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and the black hole's muzzle was touching his forehead.

   Xue An immediately froze, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

   "I really want her to see with her own eyes, what is the man she wants to love desperately."

These words irritated Xue An. Xue An suddenly sneered and stared at him: "Where are you? Didn't you make up the shot in her chest back then? Twenty shots, you It's the twenty-first shot."

"Shut up, you shut up." The man was like an angry lion with blood red eyes and a dangerous cold light. He suddenly grabbed Xue An's collar and forced him into the seat with his knees resting on him. Xue Anxin's mouth, his muzzle pressed against Xue An's neck artery.

  The man gritted his teeth and said: "Don't think I dare not kill you."

  Xue An smiled bitterly: "Since her death, my heart is dead. For so many years, I live like a walking dead. Let's shoot."

   "It's not that easy to want to die. You owe her more than one life."

  The light in Xue An's eyes went out little by little.

  "For so many years, you have had countless opportunities to kill me, why don't you do it?"

  The man released his hand and snorted coldly, "Because you are alive, it is the greatest torment."

   Xue An suddenly glanced at him.

"Why?"

  He doesn’t understand.

   "You don't need to know, the only value you have in life now is to avenge her."

   Xue An’s pupils shrank suddenly, “If you avenge her, the first person I will kill is you.”

  The man frowned in disgust: "Stupid, how did she like you in the first place?"

   Xue An grinds his teeth: "Why, are you jealous?"

  The man turned his head away.

  "If you really love her, let her die..."

  The wheel ran over, Xue An rolled to the ground and got up embarrassed.

   Looking at the disappearing rear of the car, Xue An touched the business card in his hand, his eyes gradually deepened.

  ——

  Xie Zhen came to Dechang Building for the first time. He has always heard of the name of Dechang Building, but he has never stepped in. I heard that any dish in it is a luxury that ordinary people can't imagine.

  Different from the splendor she imagined, the antique decoration style of Dechang Building is very elegant and stylish.

  Xie Zhen followed Ming Jing step by step, for fear that his style of hillbilly would shame Ming Jing.

  A few people walked into the box, Mao Nana greeted everyone to sit down, and the waiter walked in and poured tea for the guests one by one.

  Xie Zhen saw that even the waiters who poured tea were wearing cheongsams. They were tall and elegant, and looked better than supermodels.

Suddenly he dared not drink the tea in his hand.

  Looking at Ming Jing and Liu Muxue, Song Yinzhang and Zhao Heng on the opposite side, their expressions were natural and calm, and compared to their own cramps...Xie Zhen lowered his head with inferiority.

   "What do you like to eat?" Ming Jing said softly, and his unhurried tone calmed down Xie's real anxiety.

  Xie Zhen said: "I...I don't know."

   "This golden siu mai should be good, and this lotus tofu..."

  Ming Jing said while the waiter took notes.

  Xie looked at Mingjing with gratefulness. Mingjing ordered the types she usually likes to eat. Mingjing is really great.

  Ding Spiegel has integrated everyone’s tastes, and at the same time, it is not wasteful. It is just right. Ming Spiegel closed the menu: "That’s it, I’m sorry to trouble you."

  The waiter had never seen such a polite customer, and immediately took it with both hands.

"Ding Spiegel, you don’t know. I usually invite others to dinner. When I order dishes, I will be annoyed to death. You are the only one who knows my taste. We have not eaten a few times together? How do you understand my taste? "Mao Nana asked curiously.

  Ding Jing's approach made her very comfortable, and the ordering process was finally less irritating. Ming Jing's gentle and natural attitude would not seem excessively overwhelming, and all the ironing posts were just right.

  Mingjing smiled slightly: "It's very simple, look with your eyes."

   "Awesome, my sister admires it." Mao Nana gave a thumbs up.

  Xie Zhen suddenly clutched his stomach, his face showing a little embarrassment.

  Mingjing glanced at her, and said warmly: "A Zhen, you accompany me to the bathroom."

  Woo~ Xie Zhen is almost crying, how could there be such a good person in the world as Der Spiegel.

  Mao Nana said, "Shall I go with you?"

  Ming Jing smiled and shook his head: "No, Sister Nana, we will go back."

  Ming Jing and Xie Zhen left one after another, Mao Nana glanced at Song Yinzhang, and suddenly said, "Are you the son of Song Gaishu and Jiao Mei?"

  Song Yinzhang nods and smiles: "Hello Aunt Mao."

"Oh, that's true, I said, since your surname is Song, you look like your dad carved out of the same mold. You call my aunt, you are a generation behind Mingjing, and you call me old. Now, let’s call her sister, the old fox in Song Gaishu was inexplicably cheaper."

  Song Yinzhang smiled and said, "Sister Nana."

  Mao Nana sounded comfortable now. As for Zhao Heng, she was even an old acquaintance. Zhao Heng shouted so affectionately with Nana sisters, and shook Mao Nana's flower branches.

   Liu Muxue rolled her eyes: "Smuggler."

  Xie Zhen lowered his voice and said miserably: "Ding Spiegel, I...I'm here."

  Ming Jing was stunned, "What?"

  Mingjing is usually smart, but suddenly she became stupid.

  Thanks really hard to say: "It's...Oh, I'm here for my aunt."

  Ming Jing was silent, and said warmly: "Wait for me."

  Xie was really scared and shouted: "Ding Spiegel..."

  Mingjing said softly: "Wait for me, I'll be back soon."

  Ming Jing walked out of the bathroom. Tonight, visitors from Dechang came like a cloud, and there was not a waiter who was idle.

  Out of Dechang Building, there is a convenience store next to a cafe.

  Mingjing passed by the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of the coffee shop. The girl with brilliant lights and long white windbreaker walks in the shadow of the lights, like a blooming water lily in a quiet time.

  The man propped his head, quietly watching the girl passing by a glass partition.

   Suddenly, a dark shadow fell on the opposite side, and a young woman dressed up with **** makeup and exquisite makeup naturally said hello: "Handsome guy, are you alone? Would you mind putting together a table?"

  She has noticed this man since just now. From beginning to end, he reveals a low-key and noble temperament. His gestures exude the calm and domineering of the upper class. The single elite man is really attractive.

  Looking up close, a man’s facial features are even more beautiful and compelling. His deep facial features are quite mixed-race. A pair of amber eyes are flowing with a mysterious and cold luster, which is subconsciously refreshing.

  The woman held her breath, sighing in her heart that she was simply the best.

  The man's fingers stirred the coffee lightly, and the spoon hit the edge of the cup to make a crisp, lingering sound, which complemented the wind chimes hanging on the door eaves, tinkling bells, the free sound of the wind.

  At this moment, the white clothes of Qufeitai sounded in the store, accompanied by the soothing piano music, putting a layer of ambiguous color clothes on the night.

  The man’s eyes suddenly sank, the cold light was like an arrow, and the horrified woman on the other side's heart was broken.

   "Fuck." The deep, magnetic voice, like a sickle that killed his life, was gently placed on the woman's neck.

  The woman ran away panicked with fright.

  The man hummed softly, took a picture of a hundred-dollar bill on the table, and walked away.

   "Welcome." The glass door of the convenience store was opened from the outside, and the speaker hanging on the door made a mechanical female voice.

  The cold wind poured in, the cashier was a young girl, frowning a little impatiently, raised her eyes, suddenly widened her eyes in surprise, staring at the man who came in.

  The man walked in. He was tall and the shelves of the convenience store were generally low. He saw a girl in a white trench coat standing in front of a row of shelves, carefully comparing and selecting products.

  The man frowned, his face was a little unnatural, he lowered his eyes, put his fingers in his pockets, and subconsciously touched the relief on the lighter.

  All sanitary napkins are placed on that row of shelves.

  Has the little girl grown up?

  The girl finally picked a product, took it and walked to the cashier to check out. The little cashier girl was a little out of her mind, and she frequently looked behind Mingjing.

  Ming Jing turned his head and glanced subconsciously, there was nothing.

   "Twelve yuan."

  Dingjing mobile phone to check out, carrying things and leaving.

  As soon as she walked on her front foot, the man on the back foot pushed the door and walked out.

  The night was overshadowed, the man lowered the brim of his hat, and as far as he could see, the tail hem of the girl's white windbreaker was embroidered with silver dark patterns. The moonlight glowed with brilliance. Following the girl's calm footsteps, lotus blossoms step by step.

  Walking to the gate of Dechang Building, Ming Jing stopped in his footsteps and turned to take a look.

  The night is vast, the cold wind howls, the street lamps emit a bleak and innocent light, and the dust is flying under the shadow of the lamp.

  Ming Jing squinted his eyes, slightly hooked the corner of his lips, turned and stepped inside the door.

  (End of this chapter)