With a debt of 2000 million, the barrage calls CP sweet

Chapter 11 Touching Porcelain?

Mingzhuo refused coldly, "No. I'm busy starting a business recently, and I don't know anything about art, so I won't waste time."

[Chun Sansan: Woo hoo hoo, does the young lady look down on Bai Zi? 】

[Uncle’s life is given to you: It’s over, I’m going to BE! 】

[That's enough, girl, I feel sorry for you: Why is the young lady so cold all of a sudden?Baizi!Did you do something wrong? 】

Shi Yi was stunned, "Miss Ming, don't you like the entertainment industry?"

Mingzhuo: "..."

When she saw Shi Yibai, she didn't know anything about it, and she couldn't speak frankly.

After all, she had other things that needed his help.

Mingzhuo nodded, "The entertainment industry is quite noisy, and I really don't like it."

After chatting with Shi Yibai for a few words, the two separated.

Mingzhuo entered the cafe, ordered a cup of coffee, and sat at the table and chair by the window.

He lowered his head and tapped on his phone with his fingertips.

Behind the indoor potted plants were the hushed whispers of a man and a woman.

"Isn't it really you?" Jian smiled and said, "Brother Cheng Lin, Qian Ming was very angry last night. He always thought that you robbed his auction items..."

Song Chenglin sneered, "Xiao Ran, Fu Qianming is an incompetent man. I didn't go to the auction last night. Does he know? He wants to throw all kinds of dirty water on me."

Jian raised his head with a smile, his eyes were red and wet, "But the person who robbed Qian Ming's auction items was not at the scene and bid over the phone."

Song Chenglin was angry: "Xiao Ran, you don't believe me?"

"No……"

Mingzhuo looked over following the sound and saw Jian Xiaoran and Song Chenglin pulling at each other, and suddenly felt sick to his stomach.

She finished the drink in a few sips, got up and left the cafe.

Because I stood up, the chair inevitably made some noise.

Just in time, Jian looked over with a smile.

See Mingzhuo's side face.

Anger rose in her eyes, and she couldn't hide the displeasure on her face.

"What's wrong? Do you know each other?"

Song Chenglin followed Jian Xiaoran's gaze and fixed his eyes on Mingzhuo. Mingzhuo's side face was so stunning that he couldn't help but shudder.

When he came back to his senses, he smiled and frowned at Jian, "Did she offend you?"

Jian smiled and remembered the first time she and Mingzhuo met. She was thrown to her table by Fu Qianming, like a piece of pork to be slaughtered, humiliating her.

She blushed and gritted her teeth: "No."

Song Chenglin thought of it and labeled Mingzhuo as 'bullying Jian Xiaoran'.

"I will arrange for someone to send you back. In addition, I will make those who bully you pay the price."

Jane nodded with a smile, her eyes grateful.

"You must find him."

Jian Xiaoran was full of hostility towards the person who robbed Fu Qianming's auction items. If it hadn't been for that person, she wouldn't have been treated roughly by Fu Qianming!

After listening to Song Chenglin's ears, Jian Xiaoran asked him to take revenge on Mingzhuo for 'bullying her'.

...

"no, thank you."

Mingzhuo was expressionless and wanted to exit the park.

The old man was dressed in martial arts uniform and looked energetic.

He refused to let Mingzhuo leave.

"Girl, I'm amazed by your skeleton. You are definitely a prodigy in martial arts!"

The old man spoke sincerely.

There is a black Maybach parked on the side of the road in the park.

"Have you found out the identity of that woman?" Song Chenglin urged the assistant, his eyes impatient.

His eyes were cold, staring closely at Mingzhuo and the old man beside her.

The assistant was sitting in the passenger seat, sweating profusely. Finally, he raised the tablet and said, "Mr. Xiao Song, we found it. Her name is Mingzhuo, a senior student at Peking University, majoring in digital media. She is 22 years old, 167cm tall, and weighs 45kg. His family is in difficulty, he won the third prize in the national computer competition, and he is an outstanding student——"

"enough!"

Song Chenglin became even more impatient, "Let's focus on why she bullied Jian Xiaoran!"

The assistant scrolled down the interface and looked through the entire document. There was not a single word related to Jian Xiaoran.

"Mr. Xiao Song, the information shows that Mingzhuo and Miss Jian went to the same restaurant, but the specific incident was not found."

Song Chenglin frowned, recalling Jian Xiaoran's expression, "When did you go?" "Yesterday."

It's cloudy and sunny in the middle of summer, but in the blink of an eye, storms are coming, black clouds are rolling, and the wind is howling.

Between heaven and earth, everything suddenly breaks out.

"Girl, just promise me, old man!" The old man tugged on Mingzhuo's sleeves, "You are really a good martial artist!"

"...Have you ever seen someone in their 20s or a young person?"

Mingzhuo pulled his lips to retort, his words laced with sarcasm.

"you--"

The old man clapped his hands, lay back and fell straight to the ground.

Mingzhuo was shocked: "???"

Is this - touching the porcelain?
Mingzhuo just squatted down and was speechless. He stretched out his hand and wanted to check the old man. Although he was a nonsensical old man, it was a human life after all.

"What do you want to do!"

Mingzhuo's shoulders were pushed away, and she leaned to one side.

She quickly supported her arms and used her right leg to stabilize her body, then stood up immediately.

A man with good-looking features in a suit and leather shoes rushed over and held the fainted old man in his arms.

"Grandpa, wake up! Don't scare me..."

"Grandpa, wake up..."

Mingzhuo silently took out his mobile phone, "120?"

When Song Chenglin heard Mingzhuo's voice, his eyes turned red, "What do you want to do to my grandfather!"

Mingzhuo didn't bother to explain. He raised his eyes and motioned to Song Chenglin to check the surveillance camera. "You can call the police and adjust the surveillance camera. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Mingzhuo secretly lamented his bad luck. He wanted to walk to meet those little brats, but he met two strange people on the road.

Mingzhuo turned around and took just two steps when two tall bodyguards stopped her.

"My grandpa hasn't woken up yet, so don't even think about leaving!"

Mingzhuo clenched his fists, his phoenix eyes arrogant, "Okay, if the test shows that the old man's fainting has nothing to do with me, you have to pay me for lost work time."

"Lost work pay?" Song Chenglin said sarcastically, "Okay, is one hundred thousand enough? I want you to follow me all day long!"

Mingzhuo's eyes were complicated, "One hundred thousand?"

"Yes, one hundred thousand, you can take it if it's more. I'm not short of this little money."

Mingzhuo was silent, looking Song Chenglin up and down, "Okay."

This CEO doesn't look like he can earn millions in minutes. Maybe the company's economic performance is not good.

Hospital, emergency room.

"Miss Ming can earn one hundred thousand a day, she should be very happy, right?"

Song Chenglin put one hand in his trouser pocket, looking down at Ming Zhuo who was looking at his cell phone.

"Normal." Mingzhuo controlled the game character with his fingers, flexibly and vigorously, and the screen was filled with gorgeous special effects.

A round is over.

Mingzhuo raised his eyelids, his eyelashes were long and thick, his face was cold, "How do you know my surname is Ming, sir? Do you know me?"

Song Chenglin was stunned, and his condescending aura weakened by two points.

After all, investigating others privately is not aboveboard.

Mingzhuo looked away, lowered his eyes to his phone, opened the email interface, and started typing.

Song Chenglin couldn't figure out what Ming Zhuo meant.

In the next two hours, he no longer took the initiative to trouble Mingzhuo.

The nearly four-hour operation was over.

The operating room lights go out.

Song Chenglin took nervous steps and rushed to ask the doctor, "Doctor, how is my grandfather's health?"

The doctor looked sad and shook his head slightly, "Sorry, Mr. Song, this critical illness notice requires you to——"

Song Chenglin snatched it away and tore it into pieces in twos and twos.

"I don't need your treatment!"

He took out his cell phone, "Xiao Lin! Mr. Guo must show up within 3 minutes!"

Mingzhuo put away his phone and looked up, "Why don't you let me try?"

Song Chenglin glanced at Mingzhuo coldly and ignored her completely.

Mingzhuo didn't ask for trouble, he leaned on the bench in the corridor, his figure was slender and leisurely, keeping everything out of it.

(End of this chapter)