Zhao Qingyun is shopping in the chanel counter with her friend's shopping mall.

She has been very depressed recently and wants to go out and go shopping to relax.

Her friend walked into the fitting room to try on clothes. Zhao Qingyun sat on the sofa and waited, and took out her phone to browse Weibo.

After seeing the number one hot search, Zhao Qingyun glared at her eyes, as if her butt was burned, and she stood up from the sofa with a clang.

Cao Xuan happened to walk out of the fitting room. She fiddled with the cuffs of her skirt and smiled, "Qingyun, I think this skirt looks pretty good."

The counter cabinet sister is about to introduce this dress carefully.

Zhao Qingyun looked ugly, and she said angrily: "Is that so? I think the chanel's new season's ready-to-wear clothes are very ordinary."

After saying that, he turned around and left the counter shop.

——chanel actually invited Ning Meng to be their spokesperson!

Thinking of this, Zhao Qingyun felt like a thorn in her throat.

Cao Xuan stood there and looked at each other with the counter cabinet.

She felt a little embarrassed and embarrassed, and took a few deep breaths: "I'll go and change the clothes."

When Cao Xuan changed her clothes and walked out of the counter shop, she could no longer find Zhao Qingyun.

At this time, Zhao Qingyun was sitting in the car and asked the driver to take her back to the villa.

Ning Baiyuan happened to be at home today.

He sat on the sofa in a daze. When he saw Zhao Qingyun dressed up and walked in, he asked casually: "Where did you go today?"

"I went shopping in the mall with Cao Xuan."

Cao Xuan!

He knew about several friends who played Qingyun better.

This Cao Xuan happens to be the daughter of Cao Xian, the boss of Entertainment Yuping Company.

When he thought of Cao Xian, the red blood in Ning Boyuan's eyes became thicker.

His voice couldn't help but magnify: "Don't play with Cao Xuan in the future!"

"Dad!?" Zhao Qingyun was shocked.

Her father never cared about her friends before, but now why has he become so unreasonable?

Damn, what Zhao Kaiding said to her father did not let go of her heart until now.

Ning Boyuan said in a cold voice: "Anyway, please listen to me about this."

Get up from the sofa and go back to the room, leaving only a cold back for Zhao Qingyun.

Zhao Qingyun was next to the entrance hall, feeling the darkness in front of her eyes, and her whole body felt a little shaky.

At this time, she had some doubts for the first time - is the Ning family really reliable? The eldest brother obviously alienated her, the second brother and the third brother's career were implicated by her, and now he is not as close to her as before. Even the father she thought she would become her backing for the rest of her life...

"Qingyun, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Si walked into the room from outside and saw that Zhao Qingyun was in a wrong state, so he hurried forward to hold her shoulder.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

Zhao Qingyun's tears fell down her face, and she remained silent.

She just felt very wronged.

When she first entered the entertainment industry, her development was much better than Ning Meng.

Now that she is overwhelmed with black fans, Ning Meng's star journey is getting smoother and smoother. Is there any reason for this?

Ning Meng specially hired a dubbing teacher to learn dubbing.

Dubbing requirements are very high, the sound must be expressive, the sound must be emotional, and can drive the audience's emotions, etc.

After studying hard for a few days, Ning Meng has no big problem to deal with a variety show.

The dubbing clip she selected was a cartoon dubbing, which was accompanied by Snow White's vicious stepmother.

Thinking of the fairy tale he told, "Princess White Lotus and Five Dwarfs", Ning Meng felt that it was quite exciting to match this role.

After practicing for a few days, Ning Meng flew to D City to participate in the recording of the program.

The second week, the variety show she participated in began to air on TV.

"When will the variety show start to broadcast tonight?" Ning Baiju called her and asked out loud.

"Eight o'clock tonight." Ning Meng said.

"Then I'll go home to watch the variety show with you tonight." Ning Baiju chuckled.

He hasn't had much time with Little Lemon Spirit recently. Her first movie premiered, and he couldn't find time to participate because he was going to fly to France.

Ning Baiju barely took time tonight.

Before watching the variety show, Ning Baiju turned off his phone directly.

After shutting down the phone, he will completely block all disturbances.

After watching a variety show quietly, Ning Baiju turned on his phone.

As a result, a bunch of missed calls and messages jumped out.

Ning Meng handed him the lemonade: "Dad, it's more important to work."

Ning Baiju smiled and reached out to take it, her eyes not leaving the phone screen.

He said: "You can't live with only work."

In the past, when he was in the demon world, he had no choice but to practice, fight for territory, and climb up constantly.

Later, one time, he returned to the city where he was born. He felt something in the center of his mind, and traveled through time and space to the lemon tree that gave birth to him.

It was the season when lemon fruits were ripe.

The lemon tree is as tall as the sun, and it is covered with all kinds of basketball-sized lemons - but they are just ordinary lemon fruits.

There was only a slightly shriveled lemon - Ning Baiju noticed the fluctuations of his soul inside.

He stood under the tree, looking at the lemon that was not good-looking, and he was a little reminded of the time when he had just transformed, and he was so dry and shriveled that he might die at any time.

Thinking of this lemon fruit, Ning Baiju stretched out his hand and touched the lemon fruit.

Just as his hand touched the lemon fruit, the lemon fruit suddenly shook gently, and the little lemon inside, which had not yet been completed, seemed to be saying hello to him.

At that moment, Ning Baiju had a very wonderful feeling.

The demon clan is actually very racially conscious.

But over the past few hundred thousand years, only one lemon spirit has appeared in the demon world.

He wanted to ascend to the supreme position of the demon world to overlook the billions of creatures in the world, but he grew up so fast that he did not have confidants and friends who walked side by side, but only loyal subordinates were around him.

Lonely?

It doesn't seem to be true.

He just felt that if there was a little demon who could stand behind him and let him share his glory with it, this feeling should be good.

So Ning Baiju used the art of creation to transplant the mother lemon tree into his palace, and used all kinds of rare treasures to nourish the shriveled little lemon every day, hoping that she could transform into shape sooner.

But this little lemon is too weak and his soul is always unstable.

In order to allow her to transform safely, Ning Baiju pushed out blood in her heart and dripped it onto the little lemon fruit.

"From now on, you and me will be connected by blood."

Seeing the little lemon fruit slowly absorbing the blood in his heart, the lemon fruit body was gradually dyed red, and the soul inside the lemon fruit gradually became stable, Ning Baiju whispered.

Later on—

Later, the lemon was refined successfully.

When carrying the two leaves of the big basketball lemon, Ning Baiju felt more of belonging to the world.

"I am your father Ning Baiju."

He took the lemon essence in front of him, looked at her, and said seriously-

Ning Meng didn't know that Ning Baiju was distracted and remembered what happened before.

She handed the lemon pudding to Ning Baiju's palm.

The lemon pudding was just taken out of the refrigerator, with a chill.

Ning Baiju came to her senses and turned her head to look at her: "What's wrong?"

"Dad, you eat something first before handling official business." Ning Meng urged him, "This has been learned all day long, so you can't ignore it."

She is an ordinary little genius in pastries, and the lemon pudding tastes pretty good.

Ning Baiju smiled.

He spooned a bite into his mouth. It tasted sweet and sour, not greasy: "It tastes great, it tastes better than what I cook."
To be continued...