Chapter 947 A Pear Flower Pressed a Begonia, and the Charm of Breitling Appeared

The clothes that flew out saved Qin Ruan's eyes and blocked all the places she shouldn't look.

Qin Ruan strode behind He Mingjin, grabbed both hands in the void, and a white blurry figure was caught in her hands.

At the same time, He Mingjin also stopped moving.

He stared blankly at the woman in his arms, his face twisted as if eating shit.

It was already clear in his heart that he was being controlled by the puppet again.

He Mingjin was born to be the favored son of heaven. From childhood to adulthood, everyone flattered and flattered him.

Now that he is being played around by a puppet, and Qin Ruan is watching him make a fool of himself, Young Master He, who has always been aloof, is so angry that he wants to kill at this moment, even though he is afraid in his heart.

The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He Mingjin put the windbreaker over his body and pushed the woman in his arms to the ground.

The other party fell to the ground in a daze, not knowing how to provoke this master.

"Get out, someone will call you the money!"

The woman got up and glanced at Qin Ruan, thinking that someone wanted to rob her gold master.

Disregarding what she had, she approached He Mingjin with a catwalk, and called out coquettishly, "Young He—"

He Mingjin didn't eat her at all, and said ruthlessly, "Go away!"

The woman's body trembled, knowing that the fat sheep she had been holding in her mouth during this time would never have the chance to get close again in the future.

She glared angrily, Qin Ruan, who was lowering her head to study something, blamed everything on her.

In He Mingjin's sullen eyes, the woman picked up the skirt on the ground and left the room with the clothes in her arms.

After the other party left, He Mingjin's angry mood could not calm down, and he turned around gloomily.

Qin Ruan lowered her head and stared at her tightly clenched hand with a strange look in her eyes and indescribable amazement.

He Mingjin frowned and called out to her, "Mrs. Three Young Masters?"

Qin Ruan raised her eyes slowly, the end of her eyes raised, her aura was fierce, and she lost a bit of gentleness.

She cut to the chase and asked directly, "Young Master He, when you took that sketch, did anyone tell you its origin?"

He Mingjin shook his head, pursed his lips and said, "I just bought it when I closed my eyes."

Seeing his puzzled expression, Qin Ruan explained aloud: "The woman in that painting is a spirit, a painting of a scholar before his death."

He Mingjin was even more confused, frowning in displeasure: "What does this have to do with me?"

Qin Ruan's eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at the dull eyes in his hands, the pure spirit of delicate facial features, and asked, "Young Master He, does a pear flower press a begonia?"

He Mingjin said uncertainly, "Old cows eat tender grass?"

"The gray-haired old man was interested in a girl and wanted to marry her, but he couldn't get what he wanted, so he drew the sketch you hung in the living room according to the girl's face.

The old man thought hard about the portrait, and the love between men and women was inadvertently announced to the portrait. Perhaps he was too obsessed, and he devoted his life to the painting.

Day and night, under the complaint of the old man, the woman in the portrait turned into a charm. She knew that the old man could not marry a girl because he had more than enough power. If you buy her home, you will naturally be her master, so... …”

He Mingjin grabbed the words: "So you treat me like that old man, and help me practice sexual intercourse?!"

Qin Ruan nodded to him.

He Mingjin's three views were shattered, both inconceivable and sad for himself.

Just because he closed his eyes with a painting, he caused such an innocent disaster, and he lost all his face. Who should he justify this matter!

Sensing the struggle of the spirit in his hand, Qin Ruan's fingertips popped out a force of force, hitting the opponent's soul body.

After Lingmei settled down, she said to He Mingjin: "Lingmei doesn't seem like a human being with emotions and desires, nor does it seem like a puppet has his own consciousness.

She opened up her wisdom and inherited the old man's long-cherished wish, so she helped you do that. She didn't mean to hurt your life, and you don't have to care. "

He Mingjin's eyes narrowed slightly, recalling the hand behind his waist and the urging in his ear.

There was one thing he didn't tell Qin Ruan, that is, every time something came out, it disappeared in the blink of an eye, which was very strange.

Because it was hard to tell, he didn't tell Qin Ruan.

He Mingjin asked tentatively, "Is it that simple?"

Qin Ruan glanced at the charming female spirit with delicate and beautiful facial features and clean eyes in her hand, and sighed softly, "She has been in this world for nearly a hundred years, and her subconscious mind has been endowed with cultivation techniques by heaven and earth. It can speed up her refining into a human form."

He Mingjin heard the words, scolded lowly, and asked: "So she is trying to squeeze me? I almost lost half of my life! Where is the charm? I will burn her to ashes now!"

He asked Qin Ruan, his eyes fixed on her clenched hand.

It may be that he has dealt with Lingmei, and his eyes are blurred to see a white shadow.

Qin Ruan noticed the subtle emotions in his eyes, and her voice was gentle and soft: "Young Master He, the reason is actually yours. On the day you first saw Lingmei, did you say something while standing in front of her painting?"

"I drank too much, who still remembers what I said!" He Mingjin was in a irritable mood, and his tone was full of impatience.

Qin Ruan found out what He Mingjin said that day through Lingmei's memory.

"You told her that the twins look very pure, but the body is unexpected. It would be nice if you could exchange two for her."

He Mingjin's face was blank, and vague images appeared in his mind, as if such a thing really happened.

His face was embarrassed, and his eyes were still angry with fire: "Then you can't bully people like this, I'm human, she's evil, and I don't have enough lives for her to play!"

Qin Ruan heard He Mingjin's sternness, and knew that this matter was a major matter.

She asked, "it's clear, did I handle her for you, or did you keep her?"

He Mingjin was afraid to avoid it: "Mrs. San Shao is a good person to the end, and quickly deal with her!"

Qin Ruan joked and asked tentatively, "She looks pretty, do you want to see her?

In any case, you can be considered a master and servant, she has no ill will towards you, she just wants to help you. "

He originally planned to see what Lingmei looked like, but after hearing Qin Ruan's last sentence, He Mingjin stepped back: "Forget it, I'm afraid I will live in a nightmare for the rest of my life."

Looking at it again is just evil, he has seen the painting downstairs many times.

The white blurry shadow in Qin Ruan's hand, he could probably see that his figure was similar to the one in the painting, and he was even less curious in his heart.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be a fake, Qin Ruan nodded: "Actually, Lingmei only has a skin, she has no feelings, and she can't speak human words. The reason why she turned into a human is to inherit the long-cherished wish of the person who created it.

She may not be able to change her whole life, the first master's long-cherished wish imprinted on her soul body, even if the painting falls into the hands of others, there is a chance that the same thing will happen to you. "

He Mingjin heard the words with a look of disgust on his face: "If she can't speak, who is talking in my ear? And why can't it be destroyed, it's a scourge to keep things like this."

Qin Ruan explained: "Lingmei can communicate with consciousness. She broke into your consciousness, otherwise you will not be controlled by your body."

She lowered her eyes and looked at Lingmei, and said softly, "She didn't do evil, it's rare to be a living creature, just send her to where she should go."

The most suitable place for her is the underworld. As for whether she lives or dies in the future, it depends on her own ability.

Lingmei was caught, no matter whether she was alive or dead, the big stone in He Mingjin's heart finally fell.

He watched the white blurry shadow beside Qin Ruan vigilantly, and asked with lingering fear: "This matter is resolved? Will she not pester me again in the future?"

Qin Ruan nodded to He Mingjin, released the spirit in her hands, and let her return to freedom.

Lingmei's dark eyes moved, and her clear eyes stared at Qin Ruan innocently, with no emotion on her face, like a puppet being manipulated casually.

Lingmei stared at Qin Ruan for a while, then looked at He Mingjin, her dark eyes sizing up on the two of them, as if she was estimating something.

Qin Ruan did not respond directly to He Mingjin, but noticed that Lingmei's eyes were not right. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her expression was cold and stern, and said to Lingmei in a deep voice, "Put your set away."

Lingmei has an innocent face, and her beautiful and simple face is pitiful.

Qin Ruan didn't buy her account at all, sneered with his lips hooked, and the powerful evil spirit brought from the purgatory of the underworld forced him to leave.

A faint blue flame also ignited in her hand, and she warned Lingmei: "The evil spirits who dare to attack me have all lost their souls. If you are not good, I don't mind letting you taste that too."

As soon as the hell fire came out, Lingmei felt suffocated, and a sense of oppression from all sides shrouded her. Her soul body shrank, shaking her pendulum.

Seeing that she was honest, Qin Ruan took back the hellfire and ordered in a deep voice, "Go back to your painting and stay!"

Lingmei disappeared in place in an instant, too cute to look like.

He Mingjin saw with his own eyes the blue flame that appeared out of thin air in Qin Ruan's hand, the white blurry shadow around her disappeared, and the air-conditioning in the room also dissipated a lot.

Recalling Qin Ruan's warning just now, he guessed, "She's gone?"

Qin Ruan rubbed her hot fingertips: "Let's go."

He Mingjin was a little surprised and asked worriedly, "Then will she escape?"

Qin Ruan said firmly: "She can't do without that painting."

Lingmei left the room, her solemn expression did not relax, she walked to the balcony in the bedroom, and looked through the window at the quiet villa area illuminated by street lights.

I felt a little uneasy in my heart, and I vaguely felt that something was going to happen.

He Mingjin walked behind her and asked curiously, "Does Lingmei look like a painting?"

Not seeing the other party's appearance, after all, there is some faint regret in my heart, and I feel aggrieved for the millions of real money he spent.

Qin Ruan glanced at him, with a playful tone: "He Shao is interested, why don't you see it for yourself?"

He Mingjin smiled at her calmly: "It's just curiosity, after all, it cost me millions."

His smile looked very romantic at first glance.

Qin Ruan raised her eyebrows slightly, guarding her eyes, and said in a light tone, "Just like in the painting, very beautiful, very simple, just like a puppet."

"Listening to your description, why does it feel gloomy."

He Mingjin had goose bumps all over his body.

Qin Ruan said: "She is evil, and you still expect her to be like a normal person."

He Dashao couldn't refute, and he also had a respect for her in his heart.

The faint blue flame that had just emerged from the opponent's fingertips made him feel very dangerous.

Such a beautiful flame made him feel that his life was greatly threatened, as if he touched it, it would be annihilated by flying ash.

It seems that the little lady of the third master Huo is even worse than the rumors.

A cautious look appeared in He Mingjin's romantic eyes, and he had a deeper understanding of the Huo family's current status in the capital.

Babies, beg for a monthly pass duck.