The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 379 Looking for something

  On Jiangzhou Avenue in the evening peak, rows of private cars waited restlessly. They moved a few hundred meters in half an hour, and the snails crawled faster than them.

  I saw a blue supercar rushing past the emergency corridor, leaving only an afterimage of everyone. With cigarettes between the driver’s fingers, the wind lifted the wig and took away the cigarette butts.

  Leave a crowd of drivers dumbfounded.

   "This is too arrogant..."

   "Everyone is queuing honestly, only he is special, traffic police, traffic police, quickly detain him."

   "Don't look at what car it is, Lamborghini, it must be a rich second-generation with a background and can't afford it."

  In the car, Zheng Qing stepped on the accelerator and drifted perfectly at the next intersection.

  Ding Jing pulled the handle on top of his head, and said helplessly: "You violated the traffic laws."

  Behind the traffic police riding a motorcycle to chase, quite the thrill of a blockbuster movie.

  Zheng Qing hooked her lips, "Where is this to follow? When I was racing with Ayu on the foreign black market, it was more exciting than this."

  Ming Jing shook his head and laughed: "You also said that it was back then. This is China. You must abide by traffic laws and be a civilized person who abides by the law."

   "It's a big deal to pay a fine, I can't wait that long."

  A few intersections, Zheng Qing dumped the traffic policeman and finally stopped at the entrance of a bar.

  Parking brother respectfully walked up, "Our store is holding a princess selection event tonight. According to our rules, all guests entering the store must wear masks."

  Zheng Qing raised her eyebrows, and threw the key to the parking boy: "Help me park first."

  There was someone who handed out masks at the door. Zheng Qing took two of them and handed one of the lily masks to Mingjing.

This mask can only cover the eyes and nose. The moment the bright mirror was put on, the bar staff looked over and saw a tall woman standing quietly under the light, with a silver lily on the sideburns extremely prosperous. The dark night bloomed behind her, and the whole person was full of a mysterious style.

  The staff handed out a bronze medal to Zheng Qing, engraved with the head of a charming woman, and a number fifteen on the back.

  Zheng Qing asked: "Why don't you send it to her?"

  The staff coughed: “This bronze medal is only given to men and can be used to vote in tonight’s event. Women have no right to vote.”

  Zheng Qing snorted: "You still treat it differently, isn't your boss a woman?"

  The staff is a little embarrassed, the boss is a woman, what should I say.

   "Okay, let's go in."

The woman’s voice was as soft as a spring breeze, and the staff suddenly missed a beat. The woman walked past him, her thin back straight, cold and noble, even if she couldn’t see her face, it was unforgettable and heart-warming. Stunning.

  He stared straight at the woman's back until he disappeared at the door, still a little bit unrecovered.

  Zheng Qing fiddled with the bronze medal, spitting out: "A broken bar, and all these foreign gadgets."

  Walking through the long corridor, his eyes suddenly opened up. People with the flashing lights couldn't open their eyes. Zheng Qing subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

   "Fuck, it's been a long time since Lao Tzu came to this place, it's still as hot as ever."

  Zheng Qing turned her head and glanced at Ming Spiegel, and saw that she was indifferent, still calm, a little relieved.

   "I knew I didn't bring you here. You are still young and not suitable for such an occasion."

  Ming Jing smiled: "Don't you think it's funny?"

  "This...Aren't you a monk from all four of them? Are you afraid of the Buddha's blame when you say this?" This girl is sometimes a mystery.

  "Life is full of dojos. If the heart is not moved, people will not move rashly." Mingjing flicked his skirt and walked in comfortably.

  There are many people in the hall. Everyone wears masks. The women are all exposed and dressed like a mirror. They are out of the ordinary.

  The moment she walked in, all eyes fell on her, there is a kind of person, even if he hides his face, his grace is still difficult to cover.

  The man’s eyes are ready to move.

  Zheng Qing took a step forward and naturally took Ming Jing's shoulders, and his eyes swept provocatively.

  Everyone showed regret when she saw that she had a male partner.

   "MD, these little boys, dare to hit your idea." Zheng Qing cursed.

  Ding Jing saw an empty seat and went straight to it.

After    took a seat, Zheng Qing stared at her suspiciously: "Why do you seem to be familiar with this place?"

  Mingjing smiled slightly: "Is there any?"

  In the corner, Ran Gong frowned: "Don't you think that woman's back is a bit familiar?"

  Wanheng glanced at him, "Where is it familiar? Why didn't I see it? I think you are itching to see someone beautiful, right?"

   Ran Gong shook his head: "Brother Wan, stop joking."

  Wanheng drank a sip and said impatiently: "Why haven't you started yet?"

  The waiter came up with a list and asked what kind of drinks he wanted. Starting at 1,888, Zheng Qing ordered the most expensive imperial meal.

  The waiter seemed to be the main customer, and the service became more enthusiastic.

  Zheng Qing glanced around and asked with a smile, "Is there a resident singer named Dong here?"

  The waiter nodded: "Do you mean Dong Jiahe? He has been singing with us for a long time, but it seems that he signed a contract with the company a few months ago, he became a star, and he left."

  Zheng Qing asked with a smile: "Have you seen him these days?"

  The waiter looked at him warily: "I don't know who you are from Xiao Dong?"

Zheng Qing stuffed a few banknotes into the collar of the waiter’s jacket, smiled and patted the waiter’s chest: "He is my cousin, and the family does not agree with him to enter the entertainment circle. After a little conflict, he ran away from home. I found it. For a long time, I heard that he had appeared in this bar recently, so I found him."

  When the waiter looked at the person’s clothes, he knew that he was not an ordinary person, and he was still so generous.

   "It turned out to be like this, but..." The waiter was hesitant to speak.

  Zheng Qing raised her eyebrows: "Why? Isn't it convenient to say?"

  The waiter shook his head: "I can't say." He returned the money to Zheng Qing, turned and left.

  Zheng Qinghan laughed: "This bar seems to be tricky."

   Mingjing looked around: "There is indeed something tricky."

  There are a lot of people in black standing around the hall. At first glance, they are Lianjiazi, a small bar. Does it need such a big fight?

  Zheng Qing glanced at Ming Jing, "It seems that tonight is the right time."

  Ming Jing smiled and said, "Watch the show first."

  The hour hand points to eight o'clock, the hall is full of seats, and the atmosphere gradually heats up.

  The center of the hall is a four-sided stand, with a passage on the left and right extending to the side of the wall, dividing the hall into two.

  The sound of dynamic music is getting louder and louder, as if even the ground is shaking, and the lights are blurred and gorgeous, which more and more highlight the feasting, drunkenness and dreams of the scene.

  "Ladiesandgentleman welcome to the drunk red bar, let us start a carnival night tonight, and compete for the princess in your mind."

  There was a very provocative male voice on the radio, full of passion.

  As this voice landed, there was one after another whistles and shouts on the scene, and the noisy Zheng Qing couldn't help frowning.

   "Don't insult the princess, the boss behind the scenes will really play." Zheng Qing snorted.

In the   stand, the DJ took the mixing and rubbing with one hand, and the dynamic music kept changing, and the atmosphere on the scene became more and more enthusiastic.

  At this moment, the door at the end of the left and right passages of the stands opens, and two beams of chasing lights hit the door respectively, making the doorway look like daylight.

Five women on the left and right came out. They wore rabbit masks on their faces. They were wearing all kinds of beautiful girls, but they were all short skirts and stockings, with their **** bodies exposed. They walked and twisted each other toward the stands. The audience below blow kisses and winks, bringing the **** charm to the extreme.

  The men gathered under the stands and couldn't wait to reach out their hands. The secret under the short skirt stimulated their hormones, and their faces were full of intoxicated expressions.

  Zheng Qing rolled his eyes: "A group of wretched men."

The last woman on the right looked a little embarrassed. Under the stand, a hand reached out and touched her calf. She covered her ears and screamed like a frightened bird. This scream quickly drowned in the noise of the scene. middle.

  The girl walking in front of her turned around and shook her hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, it will pass soon."

  The girl’s voice was crying: "I can't stand it anymore. I hate everyone here."

  Xianxian sighed, and said in a low voice: "Let's bear it, don't you think everyone in the audience is like a pig, don't you feel better in your heart?"

  The girl pursed her pale lips, and carefully avoided a pair of hands. The more timid she was, the more people in the audience liked to tease her, and she was never tired of it.

  Just as Xianxian said, she treated the stretched heads below as pig heads, and the pressure on the bottom of her heart really eased.

   Ten people walked to the middle stand, facing the audience with their backs to the audience.

  Everyone has a number plate hanging on their bodies, and introduce themselves starting from the first.

"Hello everyone, I'm Jiajia No.1, Jiajia who is dreamlike in the best season, I like to dance..." When the words fell, a striptease came on the scene, taking off and splitting, whistles and screams one after another, waves high After a wave, the roof was almost overturned.

  "I hope everyone will support me a lot and vote for me." The girl stretched her arms and bowed gracefully.

  A lot of flowers smashed at her, "Jia Jia...Jia Jia..." shouts came out endlessly.

  Zheng Qing sipped melon seeds and peeled melon seeds, spitting out: "What is this? Take off your clothes and become a talent. People who choose oiran in ancient times need to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

  Next, there will be a pole dance on the 2nd, on the 3rd, and sing a few small tunes on the 4th...The crowd of stinky men in the audience are so confused that Zheng Qing almost vomits.

  Looking at the mirror sitting on the opposite side, I was calmly admiring, and my fingers were flicking along with the melody.

   "MD, I sing **** songs, children don't listen."

  Mingjing smiled and said, “It’s good to appreciate with an artistic perspective.”

  Zheng Qing was stunned.

   "You...you are great."

  This girl always broke her eyes again and again.

   "I am the eighth fairy. Compared with the previous sisters, my talent is too hard to use." The **** the stage covered her mouth and smiled. What a sweet voice, the soul of everyone who listened to it was flying.

  Then she saw the girl pull out a short Xiao from behind, put it on her lips, and soon a string of melodious music drifted away, gradually suppressing the noise at the scene.

  The sound of music is sad and sad, and can't help making people feel lonely and cold, which is incompatible with the scene of drunken gold fans.

  Ming Jing raised her eyebrows: "Han Gong Qiuyue."

  Zheng Qing glanced at the girl with the blowpipe: "Just this one looks a little bit like."

   Mingjing stared at the girl in the stands, her eyebrows twisted slightly.

  The ancients used music to empathize, because music can convey thoughts, she heard helplessness and sadness in the girl’s music...

  The last note landed, and the girl bent down and bowed, and there was thunderous applause.

  Compared with the frivolous performances before, this blowpipe performance is refreshing and very fresh. For a while, many people's eyes showed interest.

  The girl took a step back and stood side by side with the other nine people.

  The girl standing at the end bit her pale lip and walked out. She shrank her shoulders, like a frightened little rabbit.

   "What are you afraid of, we won't eat you again haha..." A chuckle sounded, and then everyone laughed.

  The girl stammered and said: "I...My name is Yueyue, I don't know any talent..."

   "Then take it off, this is also a talent."

  There was a roaring noise underneath, and under the mask, the girl's face was pale and bloodless.

  Small hands were holding the skirt nervously, and a group of men around him booed. She stood in the center, like a little white rabbit surrounded by wolves, so weak and helpless.

  Zheng Qing slapped the table and stood up: "Shut up, a group of big men bullied a little girl, do you want to be shameless?"

  Her voice was loud and she suppressed all the humming in an instant.

  In the blink of an eye, all eyes were turned towards her, and the man who started booing sneered, “Hey, this is a hero who came to save the United States. The little girl is blessed today.”

   Yueyue gratefully glanced at the man who was speaking for her. The lights on the scene were blurry and she couldn't see her face clearly, only that the figure of that man was extraordinarily tall.

   Zheng Qing snorted: "You big men, with hands and feet, molesting a little girl, don’t you feel embarrassed?"

   "Hey, you are very interesting, do you know what this place is? Why do you all come here? Are you sick?"

"Your brain is sick." Zheng Qing picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it at the man who was talking. She was sure that her head was good enough. The wine bottle flew past the man's ear and hit the wall behind the man. superior.

  The wine bottle smashed to the ground with a "pop", torn apart.

  The scene is silent.

  The man's knees weakened, and soon became angry, pointing at Zheng Qing and cursing: "You dare to do it, don't you want to die?"

  Zheng Qing stepped on the table with one foot, and sneered: "You are the one who hit, and the mouth is so smelly, it's the little master."

  The man said angrily: "Security guard, tie this hands-on guy to me, I have to teach him a good lesson today."

  Zheng Qing kicked the table suddenly, the table flew out instantly, the scene panicked instantly, and a group of people screamed to avoid her.

   "Come on, I'm afraid you won't make it."

  Ding Jing sat motionless in the card position, and the light flickered and dimmed, but no one noticed her.

  Wanheng glanced at this side and hummed: “Dare to find something here, I don’t know how high the sky is.”

  (End of this chapter)