The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 5 Let's Call Ming Yu

"Ming Pray!!!"

There was a loud cry in the Ming family villa.

Ming Ya angrily rushed to Ming Qi, her eyes staring like copper bells.

She pointed at Ming Qi: "You, you dare to hurt me!"

The sun was fine today, Ming Qi was sitting in the back garden basking in the sun, pinching the pages of the book with plain white fingers, without raising his head when he heard the sound: "Sister Ming Ya, what are you talking about?"

"That day!" She looked at Ming Jue, and covered her neck with some fear: "That day was when you asked him to..."

"Sister Mingya, do you want me to help you recall what happened that day?"

Ming Qi turned over a page of the book with his fingertips, looked up at her with gentle eyes, innocent eyes: "Let me think about it, what did you say that day? Oh, to lure Song Nanfei to take the initiative to break the engagement... If you say these words, the second Uncle knows, what will happen to him?"

Mingya was startled.

She knew Mingkangshi's plan well. If Mingkangshi knew that he had found Song Nanfei rashly, and said those words impulsively, which almost ruined his Xu Xuzhi's plan, Mingkangshi must not take her skin off!
Her arrogance was half extinguished immediately, but she still insisted on threatening: "If you dare to speak out..."

"If you don't come to trouble me, I won't come to you." Ming Qi propped his elbows on the wheelchair, with his body on his side, looking calm while reading with his head down.

With the afterglow of the sun shining down on her side face, she looked like a heavenly being.

Jealousy flashed across Ming Ya's eyes.

"Okay," Ming Qi turned another page of the book, "I ordered you last time, sister Ming Ya remember to urge the servants to make arrangements."

Mingya was taken aback for a moment, and then thought of Ming Qi's very picky and disgusting instructions that day.

"You really picked it? It would be nice if you could live there, but you still..."

Ming Qi raised his head slightly and looked directly at her: "Sister Ming Ya, God said, you will be obedient."

"..."

"You're right, I'll think about how to arrange it."

Mingya turned and left, walking towards the villa.

It wasn't until her figure disappeared that Ming Qi put down the book in his hand and tapped the wheelchair with one hand.

Her fingers were slender, delicate and beautiful, and slightly sickly white. They felt indescribably fragile and broken when they rested on the armrest of the wheelchair.Make the viewer unable to move their eyes away, and feel pity unconsciously.

But when the wheelchair is tapped, the rhythmic sound is soft and powerful, and it inadvertently penetrates into the ears and into the heart-the sense of presence is extremely strong.

"What do you want to ask?"

Noticing the gaze of the person behind him, seeing his hesitation, Ming Qi spoke.

"Why have you stayed at the Ming family?"

Ming Qi is the blood of the Ming family, staying in the Ming family is justified and justified.This question seems to be an unnecessary question, but it is actually what Mingjue, Feng Jin and even more people want to ask.

The deep meaning inside is not clear in one or two sentences.

He has never been able to guess Ming Qi's thoughts.But following Ming Qi's side for many years, he also roughly figured out Ming Qi's temperament.It is better to ask her directly in person than to speculate about her intentions in private.

It is precisely because of this purity that Mingjue has been able to be the No.1 beside Mingqi for so many years.

Ming Qi's hand tapping the wheelchair paused for a moment, her tone was quiet and her eyes were heavy, which meant that Ming Jue couldn't understand.

"How the order of a world is developing and what its prospects are, in fact, it is enough to look at only one aspect."

"educate."

"Or, inheritance."

"The world, the country, the family, and even all aspects of culture, economy, and politics. Only when the torch is passed on from generation to generation and the inheritance is endless, can we evaluate our strength and peep into the future."

Mingjue seems to understand but not understand.

Ming Qi looked far away and looked at the densely grown woods in the backyard.The forest there is densely green, with tall and straight trunks and luxuriant branches and leaves, covering the sky and the sun, forming large shadows without light.

She changed the topic: "Similarly, the rise and fall of a family depends only on the cultivation of the younger generation."

"Ming family, push the dry and break the rot."

Behind the verdant woods, the voices of children laughing and cursing could be faintly heard, and the mixed laughter came over.

She has the innocence and innocence unique to children, and also has the viciousness that does not belong to children.

"He is an illegitimate child, his mother is a cousin!"

"The things born by the cousin are not fun!"

"Hahahaha he ran away, chase him! Don't let him run away!"

"..."

One sound at a time, like a devil whispering.

Ming Qi tilted his head, knowing clearly, and nimbly climbed over the high wall of the backyard.

But after a while, Mingjue brought a half-grown child in.

The child was about twelve or thirteen years old, very thin, with few catties of flesh on his body, as if covered by a thin layer of skin.His hair was very long, with leaves and sawdust hanging in a mess, and his gray clothes, which could not be seen in their original color, were tattered, and there were still many large and small footprints on them.

Being picked up by Ming Jue, he didn't move at all, just curled up and squatted on the ground, holding his head, and didn't speak.

The meaning of what Ming Qi said just now is unclear: "But it is not impossible to save."

What? What can be saved?
Oh, Mingjia.

Ming Qi started knocking on the armrest of the wheelchair again.

"Tread, step, step..."

One after another, crisp and rhythmic, the backyard was silent, no one spoke, the birds went out, and the knocking sound became more and more obvious.

After a long time, the little boy holding his head swayed.

"Tread, step, step..."

There is a breeze blowing, the leaves of the jungle in the distance are rustling, the corners of Mingqi's white skirt are fluttering, and the tapping sound is clear and steady.

The boy turned his head sideways.

"Tread, step, step..."

The wind is strong, the clouds floating in the sky are floating, slowly dissipating, and the sun is warm.The pages of the book on Ming Qi's lap flipped and rattled.

The boy showed a pair of eyes.

Clear, translucent, and vigilant.

Like a lone wolf cub that strays from the pack, but also seems to be able to jump up and eat human flesh and blood at any time

Ming Qi stopped tapping.

Ming Qi curled his lips: "Just wash it from the inside."

"What's your name."

"Five, May [-]st."

Yes, his name is Wuyi.His mother was born in the red-light district, with a humble status, and died after giving birth to him.People in the red light district kept him there like a pet, beat and scolded him frequently, often lacked food and clothing, no one cared about his life, and even his name was called casually by others, because he was born on May [-]st.

It was his birthday and the anniversary of his mother's death.

There are many children of the Ming family, even if he was found to be brought back by the blood of the Ming family, he would still live like a pig and dog, and he would only be bullied all day long.

He had grown so big that no one cared if he survived, or a bastard, or what his name was.

Adults will ignore him, and children will bully him.

But today, in this numb day when he was used to being bullied and insulted as usual, in the boundless despair of more than five or ten years, such a girl in a wheelchair suddenly appeared.

She didn't look much older than him, she was wearing a spotless white gauze dress, and she looked very good-looking, much prettier than the Miss Mingya that those children talked about.

He heard this pretty sister and smiled: "Wuyi? That's not a good name. From now on, you'll be called Ming Yu."

Those who are bright, day by day.

It is the rising sun that pierces the darkness; it is the flame that burns and rots.

(End of this chapter)