The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 98 Her heart is violent

The party ended badly.

Because of Ming Qi's straightforward refusal, many people had different speculations and considerations in private.

This looks... Although he has a bit of heart, he is indeed very unscrupulous in doing things.

— Commonly known as recklessness.

Peng Qin's face was not very pretty either.

The other party's refusal not only made the scene cold, but also slapped her in the face.

She didn't know that Ming Qi was so angry.

Just asking her to play an ancient xun, the daughter of a small family dares to be so hypocritical.

Peng Qin was not happy.

She was not one to endure, but thinking that Song Nanfei's advice would not spoil her son's plan, she could only secretly gritted her teeth and swallowed it.

It's just that I can't keep my face off anymore, and there's no need to continue this party.

Others also had some concerns in their hearts, and everyone was absent-minded.

Finally hastily ended.

Ji Shu and Ming Qi came out, and Ming Qi just remembered: "Where's Ming Ya?"

Ji Shu shook his head blankly: "It seems that he went with Young Master Song."

Ming Qi thought for a while: "Let's go find it."

After all, they came out together.

The Song family villa is also big, but the main building is also here.

They came out of the back garden and headed for the main building.

When we reached the main building, we saw the butler at the door.

The housekeeper greeted them when he saw them.

Ji Shu stepped forward to inquire, and the butler said, "The young master indeed brought a girl here, and they are now... upstairs."

Ming Qi raised his eyebrows and called Ji Shu back.

"Then we'll go back first."

Ji Shu nodded, pushed Ming Qi's wheelchair and planned to leave.

"Xiao Qi?"

Someone behind him called out uncertainly.

Ming Qi turned around and said, "Uncle Song."

"Eh-"

Song Hui replied nervously: "Are you looking for Nan Fei? He's upstairs playing games with... that... your sister. If you have something to do, I'll call him down."

Ming Qi shook his head: "I originally wanted to pull my cousin back, since she is playing, I don't bother."

"That's it..." Song Hui nodded again and again, and couldn't help but look at her face.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Ming Qi said.

"Wait a moment--"

Song Hui called to stop her.

Ming Qi asked, "Uncle Song?"

Song Hui paused, then asked again: "Xiao Qi, what do you think of Sibei?"

Song Hui guessed what Peng Qin wanted to do when he saw Ming Qi in the back garden.

He didn't expect that Peng Qin and Nan Fei would actually do these things without telling him. He should have been annoyed and scolded them for being unprofessional and whimsical.

But when he saw Ming Qi in the flower garden, he was taken aback.

"Song Sibei is fine."

Song Hui heard Ming Qi answer with a smile.

I couldn't tell whether it was simple politeness or intimate recognition.

He carefully looked at Ming Qi's expression, but he couldn't see any flaws from that face.

Song Hui then laughed: "Then Xiaoqi should come to our house to play more if you have time. The Song family welcomes you very much."

"Okay." Ming Qi smiled.

Seeing her well-behaved appearance, Song Hui couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional: "Your father and I also had a lifelong friendship back then. We handled work together when we were busy, and often had dinners and jokes when we were free. The two families walked around very frequently. It's a pity that Zhengyang..."

He closed his voice, with a touch of sentimentality on his face.

Song Hui looked at Ming Qi again: "Xiao Qi, I hope our friendship from the previous generation can continue..."

He paused.

It's just because the girl on the other side who was still smiling was cold at the moment.

"you……"

"Uncle Song, I'm here to show you the last bit of respect for the Song family."

Ming Qi lowered his eyes and flicked the folds of the skirt, his voice was very soft.

Song Hui was puzzled, and felt somewhat subtle.

Ming Qi looked up at him with cold eyes.

"Do you really think that I, Ming Zhengyang's daughter, don't know what happened back then?"

Song Hui was shocked: "Xiao Qi..."

"Uncle Song," Ming Qi interrupted him, "I'm going first."

This "uncle" really got colder and colder.

"Ah... good, good."

Song Hui choked for a moment, and could only respond in embarrassment.

Ming Qi took Ji Shu away.

"This Song Hui is really shameless!"

Ji Shu was filled with righteous indignation when he got into the car.

She stayed by Ming Qi's side for a long time, and gradually understood some secrets.

For example, the entanglement between Ming Zhengyang and the Song family.

How brilliant Ming Zhengyang was at the beginning, Song Hui was so tight-knit, and he gained a lot of benefits by following Ming Zhengyang.

As a result, Ming Zhengyang fell, and Song Hui immediately turned against him and even stabbed him back.

Such a white-eyed wolf, now comes to Ming Qi to recall the deep brotherhood, delusional to renew the old relationship... too thick-skinned!
Is it true that Ming Qiyuan traveled to the north of the tower for 15 years and knew nothing about the past? !
Still feel that Ming Qi has no skills and must not be able to pursue those past events?!
From top to bottom, there really isn't a single good person in the Song family!
Ming Qi sat in the wheelchair with no expression on his face.

She looked at the rapidly passing scenery outside with a calm gaze.

After a while, she turned on her phone and sent a message to someone in her address book:

——Song Sibei's mother, Zha.

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When Ming Qi arrived at the side building of the Ming family, a tightly sealed cowhide portfolio had already been sent to the study on the second floor.

The portfolio is thin and looks empty.

Ming Qi sat alone in the study, slowly tearing off the seal outside.

Unsurprisingly, there was nothing inside.

—Only one photo.

Ming Qi opened it.

The woman in the photo is delicate and handsome, with mid-length hair shawl, willow-leaf eyebrows, a quiet and gentle smile, and a timid expression that cannot be removed.

In terms of appearance and temperament alone, he is probably above average.

Ming Qi studied it for a while.

Then, she opened the drawer under the desk and took out a photo.

The photo was very old, with yellowing and fading around it, and the traces of being worn by the years were obvious.

But no matter how old it is, it can't hide the beauty of the women in the photos.

That should be a snap.

The woman was wearing a wine-red evening dress, with wavy curly hair and long shawls.

Looking back at the camera, he showed a gentle and calm smile, and a pair of extremely light brown pupils shone brightly under the spotlight.

People came and went at the banquet, and those who passed by all inadvertently cast their eyes on her.

She stood in the corner, and the corner became the center of the banquet.

Wen Siyun, her mother.

Ming Qi held it in his hand and looked at it.

He took out the photo from the portfolio and placed it on the left.

In the two photos, the temperament of the two is not similar.

A timid serenity, a restrained tenderness.

But the appearance is vaguely similar.

especially……

Ming Qi touches the photo on the right, the woman's eyes are so far away, as if she is staring at her deeply through the distant time.

Under her gentle left eye, a small tear mole is dotted on the end of the eye.

It seems to add the most intense and colorful touch to a super-high and magnificent landscape painting.

Let the original yellow characters suddenly come alive.

In the photo on the left, the woman also has an inconspicuous tear mole.

Ming Qi slowly and slowly put away the two photos.

She turned her head to look out of the window, the twilight was falling outside, dusk had come.

Her heart was violent.

(End of this chapter)