The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 127 Returning to Heshan
Song Sibei's return caused waves in the Song family.

These days, Song Nanfei arranged for people to keep suppressing the Ming family's property, and he was enjoying the spring breeze. He never expected that Song Sibei, who had been missing all along, would jump out by himself.

He didn't pay attention to this younger brother at first, but he didn't expect that the other party was also a pig and a tiger.

To win Warner Entertainment without anyone noticing.Back then when he told Song Hui that he wanted to enter the entertainment industry, everyone thought he had no ambitions for the Song family and meant to stay away from him to avoid suspicion.Thinking about it now, I'm afraid Song Sibei's goal at the beginning was the entire Warner Entertainment.

Of course, what surprised him the most was that Song Sibei was able to win over so many Song family members.

He really underestimated him.

Now that he dares to show his face in public to contend with him, there must be someone behind him to back him up.

Song Nanfei understood when he saw Ming Jue.

It dawned on him.

These days, Ming Qi didn't make any resistance to his various suppressions. He figured out what she meant and waited for her to subdue, but he didn't expect that the other party planned to start from Song Sibei.

It's just Song Sibei, do you really think he can't handle it?
Song Nanfei felt disdainful.

Just thinking about it, someone came in the main hall.

The other party looked pale: "Family, Patriarch, something is wrong!"

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At the beginning of April, the rain that had lasted for several months in the north of Tata finally subsided.

The sky cleared, blue and cloudless.

The luxury car with the logo of the Ming family goes up the winding mountain road, looming in the winding road.

After half a year, Ming Qi came to Heshan again.

The last time I came, it was in the cold winter, and I encountered the first snow in the north of the tower, and even encountered a heavy snow that closed the mountain.

But this time, Yunxiao Yuji.The spring breeze that has been silent for a winter blows through every corner, dyeing the pine fields green.The spring on the mountain is getting deeper, the wind is clear, and the flowers are red.

The black car undulates in the mountains and forests, and the half-opened windows bring in the cool breeze from the mountains.

Ming Qi brushed away the black hair that was blowing in front of his eyes, and propped his chin to look at the spring scenery of the mountains and forests.

He Mao, who was driving ahead, slowed down the speed and slowly went up the mountain road.

Ming Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, sniffed lightly, and his breath was filled with the fresh air of the mountains and forests.

Her mood suddenly brightened.

"Your Highness."

Ming Qingyun put on her clothes for her.

Mingqi rested his chin and recalled: "It was in Heshan that I met you."

Ming Qingyun nodded: "Yes."

Ming Qi's fingertips repeatedly nodded his face: "It seems that it has been a long time."

Ming Qingyun said: "His Royal Highness, less than half a year."

"Really." Ming Qi asked back, a little dull.

Half a year's time was once nothing more than flowing water to her, but now it's becoming clearer day by day.

She tilted her head and looked out the window, the scenery outside was slowly passing by, with tall trees and remnants appearing alternately.

Within the field of vision, the strange peaks and mountains are like walls, the mountains are as green as jade, the branches are fresh green, and the flowers are like brocade.From a high place down, it seems that a piece of emerald has fallen into the mortal world.

March in the north of the tower is not satisfactory, and the belated spring seems to be in full bloom in Heshan.

Ming Qi looked at it with his chin on his shoulders and sighed: "It's really a good time for all things to grow."

It has been cloudy and gloomy for ten consecutive days, but now it is sunny, not only people's moods have improved, but even animals have become more lively.

Ming Qi stretched out his hand, and outside the car window, a bright yellow bird flew over.

It chirped, made a joyful and crisp sound, and stood in Ming Qi's palm with its wings flapping.

Ming Qi carried it in, and the bird obediently pecked at her palm with its beak.

Tiny, itchy.

Ming Qi gently pressed its forehead with the other hand.

The little bird immediately rubbed her little round head against her.

Well-behaved and pleasing.

Ming Qi showed a faint smile.

Right now, the sun is just right, and the blue sky is a red sun.

The girl sitting in front of the car window lowered her head and smiled slightly. The breeze outside the window raised her black hair,

Half of her face was outlined by the sunlight, the thin fluff was faintly visible, and her white and delicate face was flawless, as if she had entered a painting.

Tranquil and beautiful.

Ming Qingyun withdrew her gaze and covered her eyes to look at the old book in her hand.

The black car went all the way up to Quning Manor.

Even before arriving, you can feel the strong lively atmosphere.

Outside the manor are luxury cars with the logos of various companies. Attendants wearing white shirts and black vests stand in a long row, welcoming every invited guest.

The Fang family was the head of the house, and Fang Wenning was talking with guests from other families. When she saw the Ming family's vehicle, she first politely asked him to leave, and then walked up to him with a brisk pace.

"Miss Ming." Fang Wenning curled her lips into a smile in full view, bright and generous: "It's been a long journey, it's been hard work."

Ming Qi also smiled at her, "Miss Fang is having a great day, it won't be hard to come here."

She was sitting in the car, and now she pressed the window of the car, raised her head to look at Fang Wenning, her eyes seemed to have fallen stars, and she smiled swayingly.

Those who looked at him intentionally or unintentionally couldn't help being amazed.

Even Fang Wenning was almost fooled by her calm appearance. She calmed down, looked down, and was slightly surprised: "This little guy is quite obedient."

What she looked at was the tender yellow baby bird that Ming Qi held in his hand, the round one was nestled in Ming Qi's palm, cute and small.

Someone followed her gaze down.

"Yes." Ming Qi smiled, as if he didn't notice those scrutinizing gazes, he raised his hand to reveal the baby bird, and gently stroked it: "I met him on the way up the mountain, and he refused to leave because of my hand. "

Fang Wenning curled her lips: "It's quite spiritual."

After all, it was a small episode, and it was not the time to exchange pleasantries. There were many families outside the manor, and Fang Wenning had to greet the guests, so he didn't chat with her for long. Instead, he sent his servants to lead the Ming family's convoy to the manor.

He Mao was about to start the vehicle and followed the direction of the attendants, when suddenly several vehicles rushed out from the side, blocking their way to the manor.

Quning Manor is the largest and most luxurious manor on Heshan.Even if luxury cars get together, it will never be crowded.

The vehicle that rushed out for no reason blocked their way, obviously deliberately finding fault.

Sitting in the driver's seat, He Mao clenched the steering wheel with one hand, and there was no expression fluctuation on his face with no memory.

He clasped the edge of the window with his left hand, narrowing his small eyes slightly.

"Uncle Mao."

Behind him, Ming Qi shouted.

He Mao lowered his head, "Yes."

No more action.

In the rear, Ming Qingyun was holding a book and looked up to the windshield. Through the glass window, he could clearly see the sign on the other party's car.

He said, "Your Highness, the Song family."

"Ah."

Ming Qi responded, lowered his head and patted the round head of the young yellow bird, coaxing softly: "Hey, don't follow me anymore."

Her voice is clear and cold, and now she lowers her voice, calm and gentle.

Ming Qingyun's hands holding the pages of the book trembled slightly, and the yellowed paper was almost torn.

And the girl stretched her hand out of the window, "Let's go."

The tender yellow bird rubbed her palm affectionately, looked at her with small black eyes, and then left with flapping wings.

Only then did Ming Qi turn his head and look at the man getting off the vehicle in front, his voice became cold: "Song Nanfei."

(End of this chapter)