White Moonlight of the Tyrant

Chapter 12

Ming Ran snatched the knife, and there was an uproar at the scene.

Similar age, same surname, similar eyebrows.

These little clues were like stimulants that detonated the brains of the reporters on the scene, and the cameras crackled and bombarded indiscriminately. No one wanted to miss this exciting headline news like a roller coaster!

Seeing that this well-designed, fame-rich birthday party was ruined, Ming Ruifeng's face darkened: "Ming Ran, here are all reporters, don't embarrass the family, let's go home and talk about anything."

Mingxiu couldn't reach his eyes with a smile, and said softly: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Ming Ran looked coldly at the father and son who were united in the same battle, and his heart was icy cold.

Ming Ruifeng always explained that he had changed. He used to be generous, humble and optimistic, but now he is mean, indifferent and gloomy.

But Ming Ruifeng himself has become thorough!

The once benevolent, gentle, and rational father image seems to be just a bubble in a dream.

After the death of his mother Xia Yun, he woke up from the dream, the bubble burst, and everything disappeared!

Ming Ruifeng lowered his voice, restrained his temper and coaxed: "Be good, there are reporters here, don't embarrass your father."

"Give back the knife. Father will promise you whatever you want."

Ming Xiu patted Ming Ruifeng on the shoulder: "Father, my brother must be angry. After all, he also wanted this set of knives very much, but grandpa passed it on to me."

Mingxiu explained to the reporters in the audience with a gentle smile: "My brother has admired grandpa since he was a child, but he has never been loved by him... I saw my grandfather's knife today, and I did such an impulsive thing on the spur of the moment. Please don't laugh at me. .”

Su Wenyi walked over with light steps. The water-blue floor-to-ceiling dress outlined her graceful figure, which immediately attracted everyone's attention: "Guests, this is my eldest son. Forgive me, I'll take him back right away."

Su Wenyi is so beautiful that some people whispered about it.

Ming Ruifeng was so blessed that he married such a stunning beauty.

"This is Mr. Xia Junshan's daughter? She's so beautiful!"

"No, this is Ming Ruifeng's new wife. Xia Yun passed away in a car accident a few years ago."

"This Xia family is pitiful enough, the whole family is dead, pitiful!"

"Oh, Xia Yun left two eldest sons for Ming Ruifeng! I just heard that... the eldest son Ming Ran is not mentally normal, and the Ming family will rely on the second son Ming Xiu from now on!"

"Do you explain that Ruifeng's newly married young wife will abuse the two young masters of the Ming family? She doesn't look like a good stubble..."

"Hahaha, how is it possible, I heard that the little wife loves these two young masters, especially the second young master Mingxiu, as if she loved her own son!"

"You are beautiful and kind-hearted, Ming Ruifeng accumulated virtues in his previous life!"

Su Wenyi heard the people behind him talking, walked over without changing his face, and put his arm on Ming Ran's shoulder.

As soon as Ming Ran saw Su Wenyi, he remembered what Ming Xiu said in the bathroom.

Nausea rolled in his stomach, and he couldn't help retching.

In that way, it was like seeing some unbearably foul-smelling garbage and excrement, and couldn't help being physically disgusted.

Su Wenyi's face froze, but she quickly stabilized her loving mother's expression, and she said softly, "Ran Ran, let's go home."

Then she leaned closer to Ming Ran's ear: "Can't you see the current situation clearly, you can't win."

Su Wenyi continued softly: "Did you hear what the people below said just now? The Xia family is dead, you and Mingxiu are the sons left by Xia Yun, and that knife is Xia Junshan's gift to Mingxiu. Both you and me Know it's fake, but they don't know it, so it's true."

"Give up, I'm not afraid of anything, because your father supports me behind the scenes, and what about you?"

"You have nothing, you have no one to rely on, and you, like the two dead people, can't speak."

These few words only took a few seconds.

Su Wenyi raised her head, and rubbed Ming Ran's hair tenderly: "Okay, Ran Ran, let's go home."

"Bitch... man!" Ming Ran violently pushed Su Wenyi away, uttering these two words with difficulty in his throat.The voice was hoarse and hoarse, but it was still heard by everyone.

"Unfilial son!"

"I heard that he is sick, is he sick?"

"It's a crime to have such a son!"

Su Wenyi borrowed her strength and fell weakly on the stage.

Xuanran wanted to cry, so pitiful.

Ming Ruifeng finally broke out: "Where's the security guard at the hotel, come here immediately and take him out for me!"

The two rows of black-clothed security guards on the left and right mobilized collectively, holding electric batons in their hands, and were about to rush up to the round stage, but they heard a stern voice——

"Don't move!"

The manager of the lobby, Sun Bing, suddenly stood up and said with a serious expression, "Whoever allows you to dispatch at will, I will go back and stand guard!"

The hotel security guards naturally listened to the hotel manager, and immediately became uniform again, kicking and walking away.

Ming Ruifeng was not happy: "I said Manager Sun, what do you mean, are you tearing down my desk on purpose?!"

Sun Bing chuckled, although he explained that Ruifeng was his big client, but his tone was neither humble nor overbearing: "I'm sorry Mr. Ming, this is what our Mr. Huo Xiao meant."

At the mention of the word Huo, the audience exploded. Everyone was more excited than watching the "Brothers Fight" just now!

In their lifetime, in this corner of Lin City, they can actually see the living Huo family members, which is more exciting than winning a big prize.

A long road gradually vacated in the crowd. Huo Zheng, wearing sunglasses and an ebony cane in his right hand, walked to the round stage in a suit and leather shoes.

Such a camouflage has the taste of a domineering boss.

Ming Ruifeng trembled, and smiled apologetically, "Excuse me...are you... Huo Huo Huo Huo old Mr. Huo Yunting?"

Huo Zheng laughed: "Stop singing at this time, Huo Yunting is my uncle, and my name is Huo Zheng."

Huo Zheng said again: "Also, my uncle is very young, do you want to be ashamed to call him old man?"

Even if he was scolded for being shameless, Ming Ruifeng didn't dare to be displeased at all, and he bowed his knees with a flattering expression, making people laugh.

Huo Zheng suddenly raised his crutches and pointed at Mingxiu: "I heard that you are Xia Junshan's grandson and successor? Then Xia Junshan's skills have been taught to you, right?"

The first meeting between Mingxiu and Huo Zheng was very unfriendly.

So at this moment, Mingxiu felt uneasy and couldn't tell whether Huo Zheng was an enemy or a friend.

Mingxiu nodded: "Yes, what instructions does Mr. Huo Zheng have?"

Huo Zheng nodded: "Xia Junshan's left-handed knife technique is superb, and it's hard to tell the real from the tofu carving. Since you are his heir, you naturally know how to do it, right? Show me your hands."

After finishing speaking, Huo Zheng snapped his fingers, and seven or eight waiters with well-plated dishes carried a series of tools such as table materials and placed them on the stage one by one.

In the end, Sun Bing ordered someone to bring a grand master's chair, and supported Huo Zheng to sit on it.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. How could such a good birthday party suddenly become a talent show?

However, to be honest, they really want to admire the skills passed down by the kitchen gods.

Take a look, how amazing is it?

Huo Zheng raised his chin: "What are you doing in a daze, come on."

Mingxiu looked stiff, and said coldly: "I'm not a street performer, you're insulting me, I'm sorry!"

Ming Ruifeng slapped him, and said sharply: "How can you talk to Mr. Huo Xiao, if you tell me to carve you, you can do it, it's not like you can't!"

Then Ming Ruifeng approached Mingxiu's ear, and whispered: "What is the purpose of me asking you to participate in the cooking competition? Isn't it just to catch up with the Huo family! Now the opportunity has come, why are you pushing three times and four times!"

Ming Ruifeng's slap didn't use much force, it was just superficial. It was mainly for Huo Zheng to see, but it still made Su Wenyi and Ming Xiu change their faces.

Su Wenyi hurried forward: "Rui Feng, don't be angry, I'll advise Xiaoxiu."

Su Wenyi turned around: "Mingxiu, hurry up, don't make your father angry, do you want to be like your brother!"

Mingxiu had a gloomy face, they didn't understand, so they didn't understand!This is not something that can be done simply by sculpting!

He doesn't know how to use a left-handed knife at all, Xia Junshan hates him before it's too late, he never taught him anything!

All his cooking skills are taught by other famous chefs.It's not that he doesn't know how to carve tofu, but his master chefs are very different from Xia Junshan, and the things they teach must be different!

Once he makes a move, he will definitely reveal his secrets!

Moreover, carving things is not his strong point. If he is picked out by a knowledgeable person on the spot, he will be ashamed and humiliated!

Huo Zheng waved his crutches and knocked on the ground impatiently: "Are you having a family meeting? Will you be meeting or not? Tell me, don't waste my time!"

Sun Bing stood beside Huo Zheng, cheering uprightly: "We, Mr. Huo Xiao, can go up and down tens of millions every minute."

Crowd: ...

Mingxiu was forced by Huo Zheng to take a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, my left hand was injured, I..."

With a cold sneer, Mingxiu turned his head and met Shangmingran with mocking and disdainful eyes in an instant.

Those dark eyes filled with deep meaning, like a slap resounding across the sky, smashed Mingxiu's self-esteem to pieces.

Ming Ran took off his suit jacket, the white shirt made him look even thinner, he opened the suitcase expressionlessly, the light of the knife reflected in his eyes.

What he took out was the most common chef's knife, with a black handle, 21 cm long, sharp tip, and a gloomy light on the blade.

Someone present sensitively noticed that when Ming Ran picked up the knife, his whole person was different.

It was as if the protective cover had been torn off, revealing the truest him.

That kind of seriousness and self-confidence is when you really love something, you will have an expression.

Without saying a word, Ming Ran picked up a piece of tofu from the water with a cold face, it was so tender that it would break if touched lightly.

Huo Zheng's face was full of fun, and everyone held their breath.

This seemed to be an exquisite performance, a young man with exquisite eyebrows and fair skin, skilled in knife skills, and his movements were flowing like clouds and flowing water.

You can't even see how he is cutting and turning, you can only admire the neat and beautiful movements.

The knife is shining and the wrist is flexible, it is simply a visual feast.

In the blink of an eye again, that piece of snow-white tender tofu bloomed a flower in the palm of the young man.

With the sound of falling into the water, Ming Ran threw the newly carved tofu back into the water.

The petals, as thin as cicada's wings, are getting bigger and bigger, just like witnessing the blooming of lotus, lifelike.

Everyone was so surprised that they couldn't even speak.

Ming Ran turned to look at Ming Xiu with livid face, curling his lips into a slight smile.

The white rose on his chest exudes a faint fragrance, facing the "lotus" in the water far away, it is difficult to tell the real from the fake!

This is the real left-handed sword. It is self-evident who is Xia Junshan's grandson.

Any injury to his left hand is just an excuse.

Ming Ran holds Grandpa's knife, it feels like holding Grandpa's hand.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the feeling of oppression, tension and suffocation in his heart.

Although his speaking speed was very slow and his voice was hoarse, he still tried his best to speak: "Your mother is Su Wenyi."

"You are not qualified to inherit my grandfather's knife!"

As soon as Ming Ran's words came out, the originally silent hall exploded in an instant.

Could it be that these two young masters of the Ming family are not the same mother!

It would be interesting if true.

The Ming family has been publicizing that Xia Yun left two sons. After Ming Ruifeng remarried, there were rumors that the new daughter-in-law Su Wenyi treated Xia Yun's two sons very well, especially the second son, who treated her like a parent.

Who would have thought that Mingxiu was Su Wenyi's biological son?

Then look at Ming Ran's disfigured, lonely look.

Everyone imagined an annual drama in which the scheming mistress takes the top spot and the dove occupies the magpie's nest!

It has to be said that their imagination is indeed the truth.

The discussion outside the field became louder and louder, and the flashlights of the reporters flickered, and the scene was about to be unsustainable.

Su Wenyi pulled Ming Ruifeng's sleeve tearfully: "Ruifeng, what should we do?"

Ming Rui sharply raised his arm, aimed at Ming Ran's face, but was caught by Ming Ran.

Ming Ruifeng yelled: "Bastard, are you deliberately embarrassing me! Are you trying to piss me off!"

"Get down on your knees right now and explain clearly to the reporter, otherwise you will get out of the Ming family from now on! I, Ming Ruifeng, don't have such a rebellious son like you!"

Ming Ran squeezed Ming Ruifeng's wrist, his eyes were indifferent, and his voice was slow and difficult: "I used to treat you as my father, so I let you beat and scold me."

"But, from now on, no more."

"I don't want everything from the Ming family. I don't want you either."

Ming Ran shook off Ming Ruifeng's hand, and met Su Wenyi's surprised face.

She was very surprised that Ming Ran left the Ming family so easily, did he lose the right of inheritance?

Ming Ran sneered: "You and your son both make me sick. This Ming family, filthy heaven and earth, I leave it to you."

Mingrui Fengqi's eyes were cracked, and his expression was ferocious, as if he was about to pounce on Ming Ran and bite him: "I'll give you one last chance, kneel down! Clarify! Apologize! Otherwise, if you walk out of the hotel gate today, you won't be my son , I won’t collect your body even if you die on the street!”

All of Ming Ran's feelings for Ming Ruifeng have been smoothed away bit by bit during the years of indifference and violence.

Only the last trace of nostalgia left, also dissipated today.

Now, for him, the Ming family really has nothing left.

He didn't want to stay in a strange and cold place.

"As I wish."

Ming Ran wiped the knife in his palm and put it in the suitcase.

Before leaving, he suddenly met Shang Mingxiu's eyes and said slowly:

"Healthy and rigorous."

Ming Xiu was very angry. He never expected that Ming Ran could overcome his psychological barrier and speak in a crowded and extremely tense and angry situation.

Obviously the previous few times, as long as he put his mind and heart into it, he would have no power to fight back!

Damn it, Mingxiu is going to die of anger at this uncontrollable situation!

Mingxiu's face was ugly: "What? I'm too lazy to exchange codes with you, just speak up!"

Ming Ran smiled and pushed the basin on the table.

The surface of the water was shimmering, reflecting Ming Xiu's hateful face: "This white lotus is yours, a birthday present."

Off the field, Huo Zheng suddenly laughed happily. He squinted his eyes and teased, "The ingredients are healthy, the production is rigorous, the visual enjoyment, and the delicious feast, which are referred to as healthy, rigorous, enjoyable, and delicious. This is this cooking competition. The association held a meeting to discuss the final theme, and it was written in the largest characters on the invitation letter of each contestant."

"I understand Lian, I don't even know how bad your eyes are."

A gorgeous birthday party turned into a face-slapping meeting just like that.

Just now, Ming Ruifeng and Mingxiu's performance on the stage was so real and bragging, and now the truth is revealed, it will be so embarrassing.

Cocooning yourself.

Ming Xiu was trembling with anger, listening to what they said about mistresses, fakes, doves occupying magpies' nests...

He seemed to have returned to his childhood, to the small room with curtains and videos.

A fake is a fake, and it is impossible to become true in this life.

Ah ah ah ah ah--

Go away ah ah ah——

Mingxiu suddenly covered his ears, squatted on the ground and screamed.

"Bastard! Get out of here—" Ming Ruifeng jumped up, pointing at Ming Ran's receding back and yelling, "Get out with that damned Xia family, and live with that damned old man's tombstone! Go far away, and never come back from now on—"

Ming Ruifeng said what was in his heart in a rage, but he didn't know it, he already rolled his eyes angrily.

The reporters had a good subject, while the other guests just saw it as a joke.

A farce ends.

Ming Ran carried a suitcase and walked out of Shengjing Hotel all the way, the sky that had been overcast for a long time finally began to rain heavily.

Pedestrians looked for places to take shelter from the rain, but Ming Ran continued walking with a blank expression on his face.

This is really a strange and harmonious scene, the hazy sky, the pattering rain, the young man holding a black box and a white rose is on the road, not in a hurry.

A black car was not far behind him, Sun Bing said: "Master, do you want to give him an umbrella?"

Huo Zheng nodded, but outside the car window, a girl in a red polka-dot skirt was holding a small umbrella with red polka dots.

The girl wore two shofar braids and held a small flower umbrella with a childish and innocent face: "Brother, why don't you open an umbrella when it rains?"

Ming Ran was startled, opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Not far away, in the rain, a long-haired woman held an umbrella and shouted loudly: "Ah Qing, don't dawdle, hurry up—"

The girl named Ah Qing suddenly stuffed the little flower umbrella into Ming Ran's arms, and while running, she turned around and shouted: "Brother, remember to open an umbrella when it rains in the future. Without an umbrella, you will catch a cold. If you catch a cold, you will feel very uncomfortable!"

"Where's your umbrella?"

"Give it to my brother!"

"Wow, you are so generous, that is your favorite little flower umbrella."

"But my brother doesn't have an umbrella, so he'll catch a cold!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the figures of one big and one small cuddling together gradually disappeared.

Ming Ran held the small umbrella and stood alone on the street.

After a while, he suddenly laughed.

Inside the car, Sun Bing held a black umbrella and said softly, "Master, if you really want to help him, you might as well take him back to the capital."

Huo Zheng shook his head: "Drive away."

Sun Bing: "Why do you care so much about him?"

Huo Zheng leaned on the car seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. After a while, he said slowly, "Because of Mr. Xia Junshan."

Seeing that Huo Zheng didn't want to talk more, Sun Bing didn't continue to ask, but sighed lightly: "As expected of Mr. Xia's grandson, he has backbone and arrogance."

Huo Zheng: "Beautiful flowers all grow from dirty soil. Those who cannot destroy me will make me stronger. One day, if he can climb up from the mud, he must be more dazzling than the sun."

"But if he doesn't have the courage and courage. Just lie in the soil and let others trample on him. He deserves to be devastated!"

Sun Bing: "What do you think he is?"

Huo Zheng snorted and smiled: "I don't know, and I don't want to know. You talk a lot today, hurry up and drive, I'm hungry!"

Sun Bing: "Okay, master!"

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Another time, another city, another road.

The speeding black car braked suddenly, and an extremely handsome boy rushed out of the car.

The boy rushed to the roadside lawn, looking around anxiously, as if he had lost something.

The driver parked the car and ran over: "Master Lin, you must not be late for your first day at school!"

Lin Yuesheng ignored him and looked around on his own.

Driver: "Master, what are you looking for, I'll help you."

Lin Yuesheng looked at the driver, his sinister eyes frightened the driver so much that his heart trembled.

Rumor has it that Young Master Lin is very violent and mentally disturbed.

The driver thought, and didn't know if it was true or not.

What a pity, the booth has an errand to pick up and drop off Young Master Lin to school...

Lin Yuesheng's voice was hoarse: "I just saw an orange kitten here."

"What?" The driver was surprised. What kind of cat are you looking for all of a sudden?

There was a cold light in Lin Yuesheng's eyes, the driver immediately shut up, rolled up his sleeves and bent down to start looking.