Fortune Teller Master

Remember for a second

: Can I go to open my eyes?

While bickering, the two opened the car door and quickly got into the car. Han Zhengfeng didn't forget to press the car window and said a few words to the driver sent by Zhang Kai: Send our luggage back to the hotel, the air ticket will let you go. You, Mr. Zhang, just retire, and we will buy it ourselves!

Fatty Wang turned his head speechlessly and looked at the two people in the back seat: Do you know what the Spring Festival travel is? It's not that you can buy air tickets if you want!

It doesn't matter if you can't buy it! Zhang Qidou looked at Fatty Wang with bright eyes: From the looks of it, Master Wang is still a lonely man. Why don't we spend the New Year with you?

Fatty Wang: ...

You masters are so thick-skinned! ! !

Chapter 75

Fatty Wang always felt that he was quite thick-skinned, but he didn't expect that the first time he accompanied the little master out to pick up jobs, he would encounter two thick-skinned people than himself. Seeing that the two of them didn't think of themselves as outsiders at all, Fatty Wang solemnly instructed Lin Qingyin while starting the car: Little Master, the people outside are sinister, and you see someone who is quite old and familiar with you. Be careful, maybe he's a bad guy with a bad intentions.

Master Wang said that. Zhang Qidou agreed with a smile: Especially those who are not too young, not married, and have a criminal record of cheating, you must be careful!

Fatty Wang almost didn't step on the accelerator as the brake. He doesn't like to quarrel with these people who know how to look at photos. He can't hide any dark history. It's really annoying!

Seeing that the back of Fatty Wang's head was full of depression, Zhang Qidou cheerfully changed the subject: But our Master Wang is not that kind of person, and from the looks of it, Master Wang's peach blossom is coming soon.

Fatty Wang glanced at Zhang Qidou in the rearview mirror in disbelief, then asked Lin Qingyin, the co-pilot, Little Master, is my good news near?

Lin Qingyin glanced at him, and yawned lazily: It's not close, there are still eight months.

Fatty Wang suddenly felt that his body became incomparably light, and the small cab seemed to be unable to accommodate him: Are you going to have a daughter-in-law like this? I don't feel comfortable with it. Little Master, please help me. Look, is the peach blossom in eight months right? Isn't that the kind of fat guy who only likes my house but despises me for being a fortune-teller on the side of the road?

Both Han Zhengfeng and Zhang Qidou in the back seat felt sad for Fatty Wang, how much emotional trauma left such a heavy psychological shadow.

Although Lin Qingyin had no relationship experience, she also saw that Fatty Wang was both anticipating and timid about his future relationship, so she couldn't bear to comfort him: Don't worry, it's a right marriage. Besides, you're no longer a roadside scoundrel, you still If you haven't learned to fortune-telling, I definitely can't let you go out and fool people.

Zhang Qidou couldn't hold back a slap in the back seat and laughed, Fatty Wang immediately snorted threateningly, Zhang Qidou quickly followed and comforted: I don't think you look that fat, maybe it's because the bones are bigger and you look stronger. large.

Fatty Wang turned the steering wheel and said with a smile: The amulet that the little master gave me is very effective. Since I put it on, my skin has become smooth, and the fat on my body has become less and less. I will be lighter than in summer. Thirty pounds!

Han Zhengfeng, who has always been concerned about maintaining his body, couldn't help but leaned his head over when he heard the words. Looking at Fatty Wang's bulging belly, he asked, So you still lost 30 pounds? How much did you weigh before?

One hundred nine! Fatty Wang said confidently: Otherwise, why would my nickname be Fatty Wang!

Han Zhengfeng looked at Fatty Wang's round face, thick earlobes, and made up for his appearance that he had gained another 30 pounds. He couldn't help but shivered. He couldn't control his curiosity and asked, Master Wang, how big is your house? Can a girlfriend ignore your 199 weight and stay with you?

Fatty Wang stretched out his hand and scratched his fleshy earlobes and said indifferently, The one I live in is bigger, the upper and lower duplex is two hundred and forty square meters, with an 80 square meter sky terrace garden, standing in the living room. From the open air, you can directly see the Qianmu Lake Park in front of the community. There is also a set of submerged duplexes with a yard of 70 square meters, which is a dozen square meters smaller than the one I live in. The rest are 1670 square meters. Be flat.

One hundred sixty seventy flats...

Although Han Zhengfeng knew that Qicheng was only a third-tier city, the housing price was only about 15,610 square meters, which was not even a fraction compared to Hong Kong. However, thinking about how hard he worked so hard to show people Feng Shui for so many years, he still had to go to school regularly to buy a house of 130 square meters, and it was very sad.

Actually, life in a small city is quite happy, it's not as difficult as ours! Han Zhengfeng sighed:

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