After lunch, Li Qing sent Ning manxuan back to the studio, and then drove alone to Mingtai Convention and Exhibition Center.

Although Ning manxuan talks carefully, Li Qing knows her quite well. Ning manxuan can rest assured of the secret room, dark grid and even some mechanism designs in the later stage of canglan manor.

He drove the car and hummed. When he turned the corner, he slowed down slowly to avoid accidents.

Li Qing has been cautious enough, but even so, he still scraped against a pedestrian.

"Ouch." that should be a girl like a student. She screamed and fell obliquely to the ground.

Li Qing was startled and hurried to stop. In any case, he couldn't understand how his slow speed would rub the enemy to the ground?

"Is it porcelain?" Li Qing gently pulled at the corner of her mouth, hurriedly pushed open the door and got out of the car.

A young girl in a yellow woolen coat with a scarf tied around her neck fell half to the ground and scattered colorful watercolor pens from her diagonal bag. It seemed that she should be a student of an Academy of fine arts.

The girl has beautiful eyes and eyebrows. Although she is not beautiful and moving, she has a unique sense of beauty like a small jasper.

Humans are superficial animals. Seeing each other's pure appearance makes Li Qing's vigilance disappear in an instant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too careless." Li Qing went over, grabbed her arm, helped the girl up and apologized.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. I was careless." the girl smiled shyly and pointed to the slippery road under her feet. "I just slipped here. It has nothing to do with you."

"Or was it because I suddenly turned the corner?" Li Qing smiled. "Do you care? Do you need to go to the hospital for examination?"

The girl waved her hand again and again: "it's just a fall. It's not in the way."

With that, she squatted down to pick up the watercolor pens scattered on the ground. That dedicated appearance made Li Qing believe that she was a girl who did everything with full heart.

Whatever the reason, the other party fell by his car after all. Li Qing was sorry, so she squatted down to help the girl pick up the watercolor pen.

"Thank you." the girl thanked and glanced at Li Qing secretly, but inadvertently blushed and looked very shy.

Li Qing asked with a smile, "do you study art?"

"Yes."

Li Qing returned the picked up colored pen to the girl, looked at her up and down, and said, "your clothes are dirty. I'll take you home."

"Oh, no, No." the girl stuffed the colored pen into her satchel and waved her hand again. "Our school is right in front. It will be a short walk."

Li Qing looked forward: "it doesn't matter. I'm on my way, too."

"That..." the girl stretched out her hand and pointed across the street. There was an undisguised embarrassment on her beautiful cheek. "I'm going to..."

"Ah." Li Qing suddenly woke up and nodded with a smile, "OK, then I won't waste your time. I'll walk more carefully in the future."

"Thank you." the girl smiled, nodded at Li Qing, then raised her satchel and crossed the street at the red light.

Li Qingmu sent the girl's back and disappeared in the convenience store on the street. He smiled and shook his head, turned and got on the car again.

The meeting with the girl made Li Qing feel good about her. After all, he drives such a good car. Others see him as a rich and powerful man. It's too kind not to take the opportunity to rip him off.

Li Qing started the car again and drove along the street. However, after a long walk, I didn't see the school the girl said.

He frowned slightly, and some doubt could not help but arise in his heart. However, Li Qing didn't know much about Mingtai city. In addition, what the girl said may be a prevarication, so her doubts didn't last long. She only regarded today's incident as a small episode in her life.

There was a traffic jam for a while. After more than an hour, Li Qing arrived at Mingtai Convention and Exhibition Center.

The investment and Financing Conference will last for three days. In addition to the special presentation held for investors at 3 p.m., it is more like a creative exhibition of new inventions and new technologies, so it has naturally attracted many visitors.

Li Qing got out of the car, narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the door of Mingtai Convention and Exhibition Center. It was obvious that the visitors had formed a long dragon in front of the door. The scene was very lively.

A middle-aged woman wearing a red sleeve sign stood at the door, waving a small colored flag in her hand to maintain order: "line up regularly, 50 yuan a ticket, enter by ticket!"

"Fifty dollars, so expensive..."

A few faint complaints rang out in the crowd, and soon turned into laughter about trivial things in life again.

"I have to wait in line." Li Qing twitched slightly in the corners of her eyes, looked at the long queue in front of her, and sighed gently. Although he was full of reluctance, he had to abide by the rules honestly and patiently followed in a long line.

After Li Qing stood for a while, a middle-aged man with an ill fitting loose suit and a greasy head came over and pulled off Li Qing's arm: "boy, make room."

"Hmm?" Li Qing looked around and was almost dazzled by the middle-aged man's shiny forehead. "What?"

"Give me a place. I'm in a hurry." the middle-aged man grinned. His teeth were still stained with the leftover vegetable leaves after lunch, which made people feel sick.

Li Qing looked around and felt a little incredible. There are three entrances to the Convention and Exhibition Center, so now everyone lined up in three rows to buy tickets. He is standing behind the third row. Even if the other party is gassel, they should find a front position. How can they stare at themselves? Is it difficult... Is he weak enough to be slaughtered?

When the middle-aged man saw that Li Qing had no response, he gave a horizontal look: "will you let it?"

"OK, OK, I'll let me let." Li Qing pressed the baseball cap on his head and glanced at the big gold chain with the thickness of his little finger on the middle-aged man's neck, some crying and laughing, "who makes your chain thick? Come to the front."

It's not that Li Qing doesn't want to teach a middle-aged man a lesson and let him know what politeness is and how to line up. It's just that his identity is sensitive. If he is recognized on such an occasion, there will be no shortage of trouble. So after thinking about it, I decided that adults don't remember villains and let him go.

"It's almost the same." the middle-aged man took Li Qing's humility as weakness, hummed softly and stepped into the team.

"Why..."

"Is there any public morality."

“...”

There was a slight sound of scolding around, but this criticism soon weakened in the eyes of the middle-aged man who didn't care.

The three teams are like three giant reptiles, crawling forward slowly.

Li Qing stretched her head and looked forward, frowning impatiently. The three ticket selling aunts with the label of red tea must be very angry. They sell tickets slowly and slowly. They don't care at all. There are so many people waiting to enter the venue anxiously.

When he was bored, Li Qing had to focus on the middle-aged man in front of him, staring at the back of his shiny head. He was choked by the smell of inferior hair wax.

"What bad luck. I knew I should have asked Lao Qian to help me and arrange a VIP channel for me..." Li Qing whispered silently. "Jiang Junming must have gone through the back door. If they came here to line up, they would have a lot of fun."

Li Qing didn't expect that if he went to the front door of the Mingtai Convention and Exhibition Center and lined up with many small people to buy tickets, it would be enough to laugh at him for ten days and a half months.

"Uh huh..." the middle-aged man in front of him suddenly hummed twice, as if he were quite intoxicated.

Li Qing glanced carelessly, pulled the corners of his mouth hard, and almost bit his tongue in surprise.

He finally understood why the middle-aged man in front of him didn't go to trouble others, but had to cut in line with himself.

In front of the middle-aged man was a young girl in her early twenties. Although her face was ordinary, her figure was also hot. At the moment, the former is tightly clinging to the girl's hips, making an effort on her waist, arching and arching, doing very indecent and obscene movements.

The girl was also obviously aware of the old man's misconduct behind her, but due to face and fear in her heart, she didn't dare to make a statement. The only way is to keep moving your body and try to get rid of the harassment of the bastard behind you.

The middle-aged man is intoxicated and addicted to his shameful behavior. The girl in front of him kept moving, which virtually exacerbated the friction and made him more and more excited.

Li Qing felt a little regretful when she saw this scene. He just harassed the young girl in front of him in order to avoid trouble. Anyway, he has to bear a large part of the responsibility.

"Get out of the way." Li Qing kicked the middle-aged man on his calf and said.

"Ouch." when the middle-aged man was feeling comfortable, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower leg. He immediately turned around and glared, "smelly boy, don't ask for trouble."

"I told you to go back." Li Qing said angrily, "otherwise I will beat you so that I don't even know your mother."

The middle-aged man stared at Li Qing. After a while, he was still defeated. He can only bluff and lose in the face of Li Qing's mere aura.

"Shit, pretend to be hairy." he scolded angrily. The middle-aged man took the leather bag under his armpit, turned around behind Li Qing, lowered his voice and said fiercely, "smelly boy, you don't let me top a woman, then I top you?"

Li Qing raised his hand and put it down again. With a slight pull at the corner of his mouth, his heel moved back and was stepping on the toes of the man behind him.

The middle-aged man shouted: "ah! Loosen your feet! It hurts! It hurts me!"

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