Chapter 497

The mirror smiles.

"Happy new year."

The hurried footsteps interrupted the atmosphere of the scene.

The mirror looked over the shoulder of Qu Feitai. The visitor was a middle-aged man with a height of 1.75 meters, a national character face and an eager anger on one eyelid. Looking at his face, he was a bad person.

The man roared, "where are the people? Where are they all dead?"

Suddenly, the man's abuse stopped abruptly, his eyes wide open, as if he saw something amazing.

Qu Feitai turned around and saw the greedy color of red fruit on her face. A touch of disgust crossed the bottom of her eyes. Her tall body stood in front of the mirror and perfectly covered her.

The beauty was blocked and could not see the youth. The man eagerly took two steps forward.

When Qu Feitai saw the other party kicking his nose and face, he shouted coldly, "what are you doing?"

The man suddenly woke up from his dream, touched his nose, frowned and stared at the young man in front of him.

"Qu Feitai?"

Because of Zhao ninghan, he has invested in projects in the entertainment industry, and is naturally no stranger to some stars who are now popular in the entertainment industry.

In front of this young and handsome man, he is the most popular fried chicken flying platform in the entertainment industry.

Mingjing came out from behind Qu Feitai and said faintly, "are you Song Sheng?"

Seeing beauty again, Song Sheng's eyes flashed again.

The other party called out his name. Have you been in love with him for a long time? Song Sheng was even happier.

"Beauty knows me?"

His tone was a little flowing, and his eyes stared at the mirror's face. Qu Feitai clenched his fists and wanted to punch him on that hateful face.

The bright mirror always looks light. His eyes are like the clearest spring in a mountain stream. He can't see any turbidity. Naturally, he has no desire. Qinglingling makes people's hair cold.

"Zhao ninghan's ectopic pregnancy had massive bleeding. He had just finished the operation. He was walking in front of the gate of death and has now been sent to the ward."

Song Sheng frowned and worried on the way, but now he is more beautiful in front of pasta.

Compared with one, Zhao ninghan is like a wild flower on the side of the road, without any style and insipid.

The beauty in front of me is different.

Meier was too cold and frivolous, which frightened Meier. Song Sheng said with a smile, "it's OK. Are you friends with Ning Han?"

Mingjing frowned. Although Zhao ninghan was wrong in many ways, he suffered for the pregnancy of the person in front of him. After hearing this, he was not worried at all. He was so fickle.

"I have nothing to do with her."

Mingjing directly pointed out his words, "tonight she set up a bureau to harm me, but she asked for trouble. I sent her to the hospital, and then I will collect evidence and bring a lawsuit to the court."

Song Sheng reacted with an inspiration and remembered what Zhao ninghan had complained to him on the phone before. He couldn't buy a channel: "it's you?"

The ran family lady who offended Zhao ninghan.

The ran family is thousands of miles away in Jiangzhou. A big miss of the ran family is naturally insignificant. He didn't take it seriously. He just told Zhao ninghan to let her do it at ease. He took it in his pocket when something happened.

I didn't expect such a bright beauty in front of me.

Song Sheng immediately changed his statement and smiled: "Miss ran, it's Ning Han. She's not sensible. Your adult doesn't remember villains. In my opinion, it's OK."

Mingjing directly rebuffed: "impossible."

Song Sheng's face was refuted. His face was slightly unhappy. He lowered his voice and said, "Miss ran, you sell me a face and I'll cover you in Jingzhou later, otherwise..."

Slightly narrowed eyes are very threatening.

Mingjing is neither humble nor arrogant, his eyes are cold, and looks back fearlessly: "Mr. Song doesn't have to threaten me. If it's really good for Miss Zhao, please hire a better lawyer for her and let her sentence a few years less."

Just one dose is enough for her to drink a pot.

Some people don't cry when they don't see the coffin. It's one thing for the mirror to save her. This person must be punished by the law.

Seeing that Mingjing didn't give any face, Song Sheng became angry and asked fiercely, "you are a small local tyrant in Jiangzhou who wants to fight me. It's as simple as killing an ant."

The bright mirror smiled faintly, as if the ice and snow were melting and the spring flowers were beginning to bloom. Song Sheng looked straight at him with dull eyes.

"Mr. song can try."

Song Sheng still wants to make a cruel threat, but Mingjing just leaves without looking at him and leaves Song Sheng jumping in place.

When Qu Feitai passed Song Sheng, he gave him a cold look and left.

Song Sheng didn't go to see Zhao ninghan. Zhao ninghan is nothing new to him now. He is full of the cold and righteous beauty just now.

He has seen many beauties, but he is the only one who is so abstinent and brave.

Whatever he wants, he will get it by any means. Naturally, beauty is like this.

A small ran family in Jiangzhou is naturally unworthy of his fear.

Song Sheng was already worried about it when he thought about it.

Mingjing did not leave the hospital. We should find out who is responsible for Zhao ninghan's operation.

Tao Qianxian came back and said that the monitoring was rejected, which was expected by Mingjing.

Involving medical disputes, it is naturally impossible for hospitals to hand over monitoring easily.

Facing him, an elderly couple rushed out of the elevator and passed the mirror. Seeing Song Sheng, they immediately rushed over.

"Where's my daughter? How's my daughter?"

After looking at the mirror, Tao Xianxian's voice sounded in his ear: "this couple should be Zhao ninghan's parents. It's really a sin, which makes the elderly parents suffer."

Song Sheng impatiently shook off Zhao's mother's hand. "The child hasn't been saved. I'm in the ward. Go and see her."

Zhao's mother covered her face and cried, and Zhao's father sighed.

"Mr. Song, my daughter is giving birth to you. You can't ignore her." Zhao's mother told him.

Song Sheng didn't want to quarrel with the old couple, so he said casually, "naturally, go and see her."

Qu Feitai thought for a moment and said, "Mingjing, go back and have a rest first. I'll deal with it here."

The mirror glanced at him: "what do you do?"

Qu Feitai raised his eyebrows: "it's just Song Sheng."

Just call song yinzhang to solve the problem.

Mingjing said faintly, "I have my own solution. Let song yinzhang have a good new year."

Qu Feitai was surprised. Unexpectedly, Mingjing guessed his idea.

He laughed. "What do you want to do?"

The mirror pursed her lips: "it's getting late. You should go home. On the first day of the new year, you should kowtow to your elders."

Qu Feitai raised his eyebrows: "leave you alone to face a coyote? I'm not at ease."

Mingjing stopped caring about him and took the elevator downstairs.

The whole hospital was too cold. Along the way, no one saw it. Only the lonely street lights accompanied the shadow.

And the lonely cold wind.

The administrative building in the distance is lit with one or two lights in the night, like a few stars under the night.

Qu Feitai gave Tao Qianxian an order and left the hospital.

On New Year's Eve, there was no store open on the road. Qufeitai drove one kilometer to see a convenience store with lights on.

He went in and bought several cups of milk tea and self heating vegetarian hot pot. The cashier dozed off against the counter and settled the bill vaguely. He didn't know that the man in front of him was the big star who appeared in the Spring Festival Gala not long ago to detonate the frenzy tonight.

Qu Feitai divided milk tea and hot pot to yunmo. Yunmo smiled and said, "Xiaofei has grown up and is more and more considerate."

Qu Feitai smiled helplessly: "brother yunmo, do you know Song Sheng?"

Yunmo's hand inserted a straw. Sure enough, his mouth was short.

Yunmo just saw that Song Sheng hurriedly entered the hospital and guessed 7788.

"Song Qi's illegitimate son, relying on the power of the Song family, has done a lot of evil things in recent years. It is a miracle that the Song family has told him the truth about his life."

Qu Feitai knows that Song Qi is the half brother of song's father. He is not a figure in the Song family, but he was born in the Song family and has won at the starting point. His illegitimate son can rise up just by relying on the name of the Song family.

"What business does he do?"

Yunmo smiled: "Xiaofei, I know you want a hero to save the United States, but you'd better not intervene in the Song family."

Qu Feitai smiled coldly: "if I have to intervene?"

Yunmo sat up straight. Seeing that his expression was not joking, he sighed, "isn't it good to be a star?"

At this time, Qu Feitai found that the star has superficial scenery, but he has no real power and can't protect the people he wants to protect.

The handsome face of the young man could not help but give birth to a trace of chagrin.

Yunmo patted him on the shoulder: "your eldest brother knows that he must be unhappy, but this time, I'll accompany you once. Who hasn't been young yet."

Ink cloud means understanding.

The curved flying platform dropped its eyelashes and couldn't see the look in its eyes.

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Tao Xianxian came back with a bag of food, including self heating hot pot and milk tea. She couldn't help sighing: "Xiaofei is so sweet."

Tao Xianxian hands a cup of hot milk tea to Mingjing, who reaches out and takes it, "where is he?"

"He gave me something and left without saying anything."

Tao Qianxian took a sip of milk tea. Although the taste was ordinary, it was a very happy thing to drink a cup of hot milk tea on this cold night.

The mirror inserted a straw and took a sip.

This is the first time she has drunk milk tea in her life. It tastes strange and some are too sweet. However, it flows into her stomach through the throat and dispels the cold all over her body. At the beginning, it is sweet, but the aftertaste is bitter. It lingers between her lips and teeth, but it has a different taste.

Tao Xianxian handed the self heated hot pot to the mirror: "Miss, have some. You didn't eat much for lunch last night. You've been working hard all night. You can't eat without adding some food."

What's more, it's the time to grow up, but Tao Jianxian found that Mingjing's height is enough for women, and if it grows any longer, it will be a little against the sky.

The mirror took it, looked up at the fireworks in the sky, smiled and said, "happy new year."

Tao Qianxian ran to one side to answer the phone. Her relatives and friends were very enthusiastic. Just after hanging up, another called again.

Mingjing took out his mobile phone and found that it had been powered off for a long time.

Everyone has concerns. They miss and wish each other on the phone. This cold night is warm because of the people close to it.

The mirror sat quietly on the bench in the garden, holding the mobile phone that isolated all information. The silent heart lake rippled imperceptibly.

Who are the people she cares about?

She looked at Mingchen mingti and Xiaoyao Mingshu who had grown up. They were still young and had a smooth road ahead. For a moment, they could move quickly after seeing the beauty of the new world.

Master has already ascended to bliss.

Elder martial sister has a clear mind and wandering soul. She doesn't know where she is.

I wish grandma and old man Shen good health, accompanied by relatives.

Dusk snow must be bullying master Jingyun proudly.

Dr. bo

The tip of my heart trembled slightly. On the dead lake, it was like throwing a stone and waving layers of waves.

Mingjing picked up disposable chopsticks and sandwiched a piece of lotus root. The pungent taste mixed with various spices rushed directly to the brain, stimulating the long-term dull smell.

Gradually, the clear eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, mountain mist and rain cover, like an unknown storm.

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At ten o'clock, Bo YuXun left the TV station with old lady Bo.

Drive to Xiangguo Temple.

On New Year's Eve tonight, the head incense of Xiangguo Temple broke its head, but every year, the column head incense is owned by old lady Bo.

Its pious heart can be seen.

Bo Lian * * admires grandma. At such an old age, she has to go to the temple to burn incense in the middle of the night, which ordinary people can't do.

Xiangguo Temple is located on the suburban plain, covering an area of more than 900 mu. It has a history of more than 1000 years. The moon Dynasty reached its peak. It is said that the four characters of daxangguo temple on the plaque were personally mentioned by Emperor Wen. After being damaged by the war and later rebuilt, it is by far the largest temple and Buddhist activity center in China.

Before we arrived at Xiangguo Temple, we saw that vehicles were parked on both sides of the road and pilgrims were crowded in front of the mountain gate. Although we couldn't grab the first incense, it didn't hurt the enthusiasm of pilgrims at all.

Old lady Bo was in poor spirits. When she arrived at the gate of the temple, she cheered up slightly.

Thin lotus leaf helped her out of the car when a gentle voice sounded.

"Monk, master ordered me to wait for you here."

Old lady Bo saw the visitor clearly, smiled and folded her hands: "master Mingdeng, thank you."

"You're welcome. You've taken care of the temple for many years. We should thank you."

Bo Lianye looked at the big monk in front of him, smiled and nodded, "master Mingdeng."

In her imagination, monks should be kind-hearted elders, but the monks in front of her broke her imagination.

It looks like it should be in its early thirties. It has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, thin and weak figure. Wearing a gray monk's robe, it is as clean and moist as a bamboo, ignoring the bald head, and looks like a refined monk.

She has been to the temple several times with her grandmother. Each time, she is received by master Mingdeng. He is the personal disciple of Abbot Kurong and the successor of the mantle.

However, she has never seen the mysterious master Kui Rong once. Every time she meets her grandmother, she is in a closed room. No one can go in except her grandmother.

The bright light smiled and nodded. His eyes fell on Bo YuXun, who was on the side. He looked away like a dragonfly, turned and walked in front to lead the way.

"The master told me early that this year's head incense will be left to the lay. After the lay has finished the head incense, the meditation room has been prepared. The lay will have a rest for one night. The master will open a forum to lecture tomorrow. The lay should not miss it."