The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 72
In the imperial capital, a deep house compound.

On the luxurious huanghuali wood bed, an old man with white hair was lying on it.

The old man looks very young, with few wrinkles on his face, except for the shallow lines on his forehead caused by frequent frowning, his face is very tough, and the elegance of his youth can be vaguely seen.

But at this time, his breath was weak, his eyes were half-closed, his lips were parted, and he looked like he lacked energy.

The young man in a white coat took back the instrument that was probing the old man, straightened up and shook his head slightly to the crowd.

The hearts of everyone present sank.

Lu Yuanfeng couldn't stop his hands shaking, "Grandpa really..."

"Is there no chance of saving?"

The corners of the young man's eyes are downturned, and the whites of his eyes are very big. When he looks at people, he always has a sense of meanness and contempt, but his words are surprisingly considerate: "The old man is considered to be dead, Mr. Lu, don't force it."

"Doctor Liu, old man... How long is it?" The tall man standing beside him said in a deep voice, it was Lu Yuanfeng's father, Lu Sheng.

The young man looked out the window and said, "About...it's been a few days."

The old man on the bed closed his eyes tightly, his brows were lifeless, but his complexion was strangely rosy, as if he was having a wonderful dream.

He moved suddenly.

Looking at him, Lu Yuanfeng was startled, and hurried forward to call: "Grandpa?"

The old man's lips parted slightly.

Lu Yuanfeng moved closer and lay down beside the bed: "Grandpa, what do you want to say?"

The old man's eyes were closed, his lips were slightly parted, and he was dying.

Lu Yuanfeng heard the old man's indistinct voice: "My...my god..."

-

Early the next morning, Chuyang penetrated the mist and sprayed towards the bedroom.

Ming Qi leaned against the head of the bed, squinted slightly and looked out the window.

The weather is dry and cold, and the huge banyan tree outside the window has long been bare.

The windows are condensed with grilles, which reflect the crystal and sparkle of the early sun.

Ming Qi raised his hands to face the sun and looked at them. His hands were milky white and slender, with clean and tidy nails and clear veins on his palms.

Divine power surges in the body.

The bond... seems to be getting deeper and deeper.

Ming Qi covered his eyes.

After a knock on the door, Ji Shu came in.

Seeing her like this, he advised immediately: "Miss, why are you sitting like this, be careful of catching a cold."

Ming Qi looked up at her: "Shu Shu, yesterday..."

"Oh." Ji Shu explained clearly: "Yesterday was the room I sent you back to."

"Didn't you say you wanted to drink fruit tea? I went to the kitchen to make it. When I got back, I saw you falling asleep leaning against the table. Mr. Ming was watching over you—you should have just fallen asleep, Mr. Ming will let me carry you back to your room."

"That's it." Ming Qi nodded, "I'll trouble you."

"No trouble, no trouble—Miss, you are too light, I don't need to bother you at all."

……

When Ming Qi finished washing up, Ming Qingyun and Ming Yu were already sitting at the dining table, separated by a long distance.

"Sister~" Mingyu greeted obediently: "Good morning."

Ming Qi smiled and nodded to him: "Good morning."

"Sister," Mingyu said, explaining: "Because my grades have been stable at the top of the grade, and I won the prize in the NMC math competition last time, the college wants me to skip a grade - next year I will directly take the senior three courses, and then participate in the National exam."

Ming Qi was a little surprised: "Is it the school's decision?"

"That's right," Ming Yu's cat eyes sparkled: "The teachers in the academy all agree that I no longer need to take high school courses—going to the third year of high school is just a transition."

"That's good." Ming Qi asked him, "Do you have a university you want to go to?"

"Emperor Central College."

"Um?"

"During the NMC math competition, I met the dean of the mathematics branch of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. I thought he was very interesting and wanted to go there."

"Yes." Ming Qi replied without saying anything.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mingjue hurried in.

"Miss!" His face was paralyzed with the words "gloating at others' misfortune".

"Deng Shuwen had an accident."

Ming Qi was surprised: "What?"

Mingjue handed over the phone, "It's already on the trending searches."

Ming Qi took it and found that there were several hot searches:

#Deng Shuwen Car Accident#
#Late night car accident, accident or retribution#
#A generation of masters is unpredictable#
……

"Just last night, he had a major car accident on his way back to the imperial capital. I heard that the tires of the car slipped and hit the guardrail."

"I heard that the injury is quite serious. After all, an old bone can't stand it."

"It is reported that Deng Shuwen was sent to the Imperial Hospital overnight last night, and is still being rescued."

It was rare for Mingjue to say so many words, and he explained sentence by sentence next to him.

"This, this... is really eye-opening! Hahahaha who made him so vicious, he will be punished now!" Ji Shu was dumbfounded, and spoke freely.

Ming Qi raised his eyebrows, "Why did this good guy get into a car accident? Is it really retribution?"

After all, she hasn't done anything yet.

I originally planned to take a small punishment yesterday, but I didn't expect that the drowsiness was so violent that I lost consciousness without paying attention to anything.

She couldn't help but look at the only accident present.

Coincidentally, the other party seemed to have expected it, and was also looking at her with clear blue eyes.

He shook his head imperceptibly, indicating that he hadn't done anything.

Ming Qi handed back the phone, thinking to himself.

"Maybe it's really retribution." Mingyu drank the milk, with the same relief on his face as Ji Shu: "I have done all the bad things that are kind on the surface, maybe I have provoked someone and got retribution."

"Sister, you are so powerful, it's only because of his big face that he insists on forcing you to recognize Master!"

"Those experts are all sanctimonious. If you encourage them to follow the trend and say bad things, they should die!"

Ming Yu was filled with righteous indignation.

Ming Qi patted his head and comforted him: "Okay, this matter is over. Don't be angry, it's a waste of emotion."

"Okay." As soon as Ming Qi said, Ming Yu obediently stopped.

Thinking of something, he raised his head again, full of expectation: "Sister, I have time on vacation, can you teach me how to blow the xun?"

It was only then that Ming Qi remembered that she had promised Ming Yu a long time ago, but because she was too busy and Ming Yu had too many classes, the matter was let go.

It doesn't seem to be working right now, Ming Qi apologized: "There are some things recently, maybe I don't have time."

"How about," she touched Ming Yu's head and looked at the other person at the table: "Let Brother Qingyun teach you?"

Mingyu's expectant expression froze for a moment, and he continued, "Brother Qingyun must be very busy, so forget it, don't bother him..."

"Not busy," Ming Qi said in a relaxed tone, "He runs with me every day on the set, nothing to do. Besides, he is also very good at playing the ancient xun. You can learn a lot from him—Ah Yun, what do you think?"

Ming Qingyun and Ming Yu's gazes met, the other's gaze was still pure and harmless, but there was an indistinct hostility in Lingling's depths.

He covered his blue eyes again and said, "Okay."

A little wolf cub in sheep's clothing, even if it bites in secret, it's still not fully grown.

Clean up and tidy up, and you will learn to be good.

(End of this chapter)