Chapter 272

Mingjing wants to read a book in the afternoon. Ye Zhenliu and muxue are going out shopping.

They just left with their front feet and Zheng Qing came with their back feet.

Smelling the smell of hot pot in the room before it had time to disperse, his eyes were a little sad: "eating hot pot didn't call me."

The mirror sat on the sofa in front of the French window, covered a thin blanket on his knee, holding a book in his hand and looking at it slowly.

Zheng Qing came over to see the cover and picked his eyebrow: "cloud advantage? You asked me to buy the copyright of this book at a high price. It turned out that you like it. I don't know you have a martial arts dream."

Mingjing smiled and his eyes fell on the tall buildings outside the landing window.

"Flame still has an investment gap of 200 million. You can make up for it."

Zheng Qing took an orange from the fruit tray, peeled off a piece and stuffed it in his mouth. He jumped lightly and sat on the storage cabinet beside the balcony. He bent his one leg and was indescribably handsome.

"200 million? That's easy. Do you promise to fire?"

"Support art, so that director Yu can shoot at ease and not be kidnapped by capital." The mirror said faintly.

Zheng Qing almost believed, "where is the cloud?"

The bright mirror's eyes are getting deeper and deeper, and the corners of the lips are slightly hooked. "Prepare for shooting and contact the best team."

Zheng Qing picked her eyebrows, grabbed the book in Mingjing's hand and turned it over: "isn't it just a martial arts novel? Where in the end attracts you? There are more excellent IP than it."

This book is very famous, but Zheng Qing thinks the story is a good story, but the writing and story planning ability is still weak, and the front and back of this novel are seriously separated, otherwise it can be better.

"I like it."

"Well, since you like it, I'll invite the best professional team to make the best martial arts film for you."

"I'll write the script." Mingjing hooked his lips, "by the way, contact the original author to complete the copyright and improve the contract."

The copyright is only three years, and only film and television copyright, animation publishing, audio books and a series of copyrights are still in the hands of the original author.

Zheng Qing touched his chin. Why did Mingjing knock the book?

This is a debatable question.

"Don't worry, take it for you. It happens that the author is from Jingzhou. I'll make an appointment to improve the copyright."

"After finishing the story, let's talk about something else. I found a secret in Xue an." Zheng Qing's words fell and looked at the mirror calmly.

The mirror was calm and raised her eyebrows: "Oh? What's the secret?"

"More than ten years ago, his white moonlight was ah Yu, so could you be Xue an's child?"

Mingjing was stunned, smiled and shook his head: "Arabian Nights."

"Don't you believe it? But I have evidence."

Zheng Qing lists a series of so-called evidence that she investigated and reasoned, which strongly proves that Jiang Yu had something fishy with Xue an.

Mingjing reluctantly rubbed the center of her eyebrows. How would she tell Zheng Qing if Jiang Yu had a child? Isn't she clear? But Zheng Qing believed it.

Step by step, Zheng Qing ran farther and farther on this road.

But if you deny it, her existence is illogical.

This is an unsolved proposition.

Mingjing neither admits nor denies it, which is the default in Zheng Qing's eyes.

"It seems that they have no relationship, but I'm sure that ah Yu's death has something to do with Xue an. No wonder you've been paying attention to Xue an. Did you know it long ago?" Looking back now, Mingjing didn't show her intention, but she has been paying silent attention to Xue an.

In the long silence, Zheng Qing has been waiting for her explanation.

Night swept through and the lights were dim outside the window.

There was no light in the room. The stars and moons outside the landing window scattered a little light, reflecting the moonlight under your feet.

"The Nighthawk took advantage of Xue an to deceive her to the snow mountain. When she was unprepared, she laid a snare."

The girl's calm and cool tone seemed to tell a simple story, but Zheng Qing was shocked.

"She was seriously injured. Surrounded by 20 elite soldiers, she couldn't escape."

The mirror raised her jade hand and gently brushed the white skirt. Her beautiful face was gentle and indifferent.

"No one can leave the organization alive. Her freedom comes at the cost of her life, but she never regrets“

The mirror lifted the corners of his lips and smiled gently.

She never regretted every choice.

Zheng Qing clenched his fist and his eyes were red: "ah Yu..."

Soon she said gnashing her teeth: "Nighthawk, I will not let him go."

Mingjing smiled and shook his head.

Zheng Qing was stunned: "what are you laughing at?"

"The Nighthawk was not the only one who wanted Jiang Yu to die."

A dead skeleton was buried deep in the ground, the flesh and blood rotted, the cells died, and finally left a pair of dead bones.

Like some things, after years, the face will be blurred, but the context is becoming clearer and clearer.

Get rid of the heavy fog and finally see the blue sky.

Zheng Qing was surprised: "who else wants to kill you? How much hatred do you have? You have such a good character. Who have you offended?"

The mirror drooped her eyes and smiled. Her white face was as gorgeous as fireworks, but ethereal.

"Every man is innocent and bears his sin."

Her eyes fell on the cover of the novel. The three black characters of yunshangfeng were full of vigor and unrestrained, with Jianghu chivalry.

The author Xiang Kui is written next to it.

The mirror's fingers brushed the word Xiang Kui, and the smile on his lips became more and more gentle, but his eyes were as cold and deep as a cold pool.

Zheng Qing was confused, more and more like a fog, unable to clarify her thoughts.

Does she know enough about ah Yu?

"Tell me who they are. I must kill them to avenge ah Yu." Zheng Qing said gnashing his teeth.

"No hurry, I have plenty of time to play with them."

Zheng Qing looked up. In the moonlight, the girl's eyes were as gentle as water, but Zheng Qing shivered.

The more gentle Mingjing smiles, the more serious things are.

Those people ask for their own blessings.

——

On November 14, it was a bit gloomy. It was always like this in winter in Jingzhou. There was little time to see the sun.

On this day, the entertainment industry fried pot.

Director Yu Dawei's new work "flame" attracted great attention in the industry. On this day, the crew held a startup press conference in Jingzhou, and the cast was finally announced.

The mysterious girl Yu also unveiled the mystery on this day.

He is an unknown newcomer. The public is somewhat disappointed and suspects that Yu Dawei's vision has regressed.

However, the actress of the second actress is very bright. She joked online about which investor forced her in. Yu Dawei deliberately found a beautiful supporting actress to respond to the hostess.

When it was announced that Zhou zhengru played the man, the whole network was surprised, but it was reasonable to think about it. The two walls were united.

Ye Zhen and LAN Huixin stand together. Ye Zhen wears a big cotton padded clothes, which makes her look bloated. Compared with the "beautiful frozen people" of the actresses around her, it's really eye-catching.

LAN Hui rubbed her arms and sneezed: "it's a mistake. I knew it was so cold. I must wrap a down jacket."

Ye Zhen took off her cotton padded clothes and put them on her shoulder. LAN Huixin hurriedly said, "no, No."

Ye Zhen smiled and said, "I'm still wearing one inside, and I'm in good health. I'm not afraid of cold. Wear it. Don't catch a cold, or I'll delay the shooting process“

Mingxin was forced by the bright mirror to connect baduan brocade since childhood. His physical quality is much better than that of ordinary people. Even after lying down for several months, he recovers quickly after these days of cultivation.

The winter in the nunnery is more difficult than now. I still carry it. It can be said that the martial sisters can carry the cold very well.

LAN Hui said gratefully, "thank you."

Ye Zhen patted her on the shoulder: "you are a friend of Spiegel. That's my friend. Just say thank you. In the future, we will get along day and night for a long time. You're welcome."

Lanhui's heart sucked her red nose, and the cold wind blew on her, and the bottom of her heart was warm.

This scene was photographed by the media and caused some speculation on the Internet.

The public originally wanted to watch the excitement. Who knows that the two actresses are very harmonious and the female owner is more atmospheric. He directly took off his cotton padded clothes to the female second. The tearing scene imagined by the public was not staged, so he couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

There are also people who satirize the hypocrisy of girl Yu and play good cards when she comes up. She really can pretend.

The entertainment industry is like this. One look and one sentence can split countless meanings. It's just full.

"Fire" is on fire, and then there is a week-long script reading.

Li Tingting and two roommates saw photos of the opening ceremony on the Internet and saw a familiar face next to Yu girl.

The three looked at each other and saw incredible things in each other's eyes.

What shit luck did lanhui heart step on?