Chapter 247

With a girl's tender face at the age of 17, mingling in any field can not achieve convincing results at a glance. Because age and experience are there, the number of titles will only be labeled as a dandy.

What's more, a gang of gangsters were sent out today. It seems to outsiders that they are the bear children who are throwing a lot of money to commit crimes.

Therefore, adults can easily breed a mature sense of superiority, and can educate and criticize them from a moral height.

When it was time, the roar of female No. 1 was not just re education, but wanted to take the opportunity to highlight her excellence and maturity, so as to impress Tang Lin.

The effect is still unknown, but now the watermelon knife is on her neck, and her legs are soft.

"Take the knife away!" she was so frightened that she didn't speak quickly. Her brain turned suddenly and said in a trembling voice: "how much money did she give you? I'll give you double. You, don't hurt me."

She thought that the girl and the man had a clear relationship between money and goods, so she also wanted to turn the knife edge by throwing money.

Unfortunately, "bah, just compare with our boss. Don't dirty our boss's reputation." the big man spat disdainfully. The knife edge was cold and the air pressure was a little lower, as if she was going to cut off her head like a watermelon in the next second.

The watermelon knife team has been acting as a background wall since its appearance, and gradually paralyzed others' nerves and regarded the tiger as a sick cat. Now the tiger suddenly became powerful. People were surprised that the watermelon knife was not a decoration.

Tang Lin is just a good citizen after all. He doesn't like female No. 1 any more and can't bear to watch people being cut down. So he stepped forward and tried to stop: "brother, don't be impulsive. It's wrong for her to swear, but it's not worth a knife or a gun because of a quarrel, isn't it?"

In his opinion, these people just work with money. They may be angry. Generally, they will go down if they give a step.

But the big man who agitated his biceps looked straight at his speech. The knife in his hand didn't move, and he directly regarded him as air.

"Tang... Elder martial brother, help me..." female No. 1 also noticed something wrong. Her hands and feet trembled and her face turned white. Her eyebrows and eyes looked pitifully at Tang Lin, and her tears splashed down.

Tang Lin was upset with tears. Looking back, he wanted to complain to the girl that the people she paid didn't know how to look, but suddenly found that there was an unknown smile on her lips.

In the face of the scene that the gangster is about to kill with a knife, this elegant smile is particularly strange at the moment.

Feeling his hesitation, Qin Qingcai, a onlooker, whispered, "all right, don't be too fierce, be a gentleman."

This kind of time is really a little untimely, and it may add fuel to the fire.

But the next moment, the fierce man who just didn't return the oil and salt suddenly obediently took the knife, and a simple and honest shyness appeared on his face, "yes, what the boss said is, I'll study hard when I go back."

Then he touched the back of his head and stepped back with pride. He felt that a word with his boss today was enough to boast in front of his brothers for a whole year.

Looking at the huge contrast between the front and the back, Tang Lin always felt strange, but he couldn't say it. When he was surprised and uncertain, he saw that the girl had come forward, stretched out her hand to hold a female number one, and even took out a white handkerchief to gently wipe each other's tears.

"You've spent all your makeup on your face." Qin Qing held her handkerchief and carefully wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her tone was just moderate.

"I, I don't need you... I can do it myself." female No. 1 was surprised and didn't dare to speak impolitely. She just didn't adapt to the girl's closeness and subconsciously wanted to avoid, but as soon as she moved, her arm was grabbed by a strong force, which made her cry in pain, "ah..."

Qin Qing looked at her and frowned pitifully. He couldn't help laughing. "When you scolded just now, your face was much more real than now. Doesn't it mean I can't do anything? I'll give you a chance to see it clearly now."

When the voice fell, she released her hand and let the other party fall to the ground. She threw her handkerchief on the other party at will. Then she strolled to the pavilion and sat in front of the zither.

The Qin family has inherited a scholarly family for thousands of years. All children must inherit the tradition and learn four books and five classics, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

As the successor of the Qin family, Qin Qing is the best of her generation. Playing the piano and painting is as common as eating and sleeping.

When the music of the zither sounded from the gauze, it was hidden through the bead curtain. In the hazy, only a slender figure could be seen sitting on the stone bench. A straight green silk fluttered slightly on the side neck with the fingertips. Occasionally, the breeze came. The gauze rippled a layer, revealing the state of the girl playing the piano. The thin white and slender fingers gently fiddled with the strings, Sing a sentimental love war.

Until the end of the song, people's ears still seemed to have a lingering sound. Their emotions were still immersed in the detailed feelings in the song, and they couldn't return to their senses for a long time.

The director stared at the lens that hadn't been closed, and just caught the pictures of playing the piano. He couldn't help admiring, "well, it's good. This is the daughter of a famous family and the girl of a family. I can't see any traces of affectation."

The experienced men and women who performed next to them also nodded their heads, "that song is really good. If you record it, it can be used as a mobile phone ring."

"Yes, this technique is better than the musical instrument teacher, and this figure is also good." the more the director said, the more he was moved. Finally, he simply grabbed a manuscript, ran into the pavilion and directly sent out an invitation. "Miss Qin, I am the director of this play. I want you to see the manuscript. If you are interested in acting or come to play, I hope you can consider it."

Outside the pavilion, female No. 1, who had just been stimulated by a song, smelled that her speech was like being beaten on the left face and the right face. Her complexion was green and red. She was so angry that she wanted to go crazy, but she was weak and dared not act rashly.

At this time, another car was parked outside. A well-dressed middle-aged man came down from the inside. At first sight, the female number one fell to the ground and immediately changed her face, "what's the matter? Who bullied you?"

The man's tone was not small. When he questioned, he drew the attention on the lawn. When he saw that the poor female No. 1 was half helped and half picked up, he immediately knew that this was the gold owner who opened the back door.

Sure enough, as soon as the female No. 1 saw each other, she cried and complained, "uncle, you've finally come. If you don't come again, I'm afraid I won't see you in the future. Someone just wanted to cut me with a knife."