Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

A boy about twelve or thirteen years old came out to meet them. The expression on his face seemed a little impatient. He pointed to the back of the curtain in the hall and said: "Go inside, the first room on the left."

Shangguan Qianmian nodded and walked into the hall holding Leng Xiaoli's hand.

The boy walked in front and lifted up the curtain in the temple, revealing a small door leading to the back hall.

After passing through the door, Shangguan Qianmian saw a relatively modern two-story building.

There is a courtyard in front of the building. There is a row of rooms on the left side of the courtyard. There are about three houses. The boy pointed to the first house and said: "This is it, go in!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Shangguan Qianmian glanced at Leng Xiaoli and raised his eyebrows.

At this moment, the expectation in her heart was completely gone. How could this so-called "god or mother-in-law" who didn't even bother to pretend to have any expectation at all.

"Come in!" came a female voice from the room, the same voice they heard at the door.

Shangguan Qianmian suddenly felt a little strange. The distance between this room and the door was not short. If it was this person's voice they heard when they were at the door just now, then judging from the volume, the other person's location was at least that The position of the boy who led them in, or closer.

But it was obvious that the people in the room showed no signs of going out. Moreover, the sounds they heard when they were standing outside the door seemed to be the same volume as when they were at the gate.

This feeling was a bit strange. Shangguan Qianmian suddenly felt a little frightened, and couldn't help but squeeze Leng Xiaoli's hand slightly.

Leng Xiaoli seemed to sense something was wrong, frowned slightly, patted Shangguan Qianmian's hand, and gave her a "nothing" look.

Shangguan Qianmian nodded, took a breath, opened the curtain outside the door, pushed the door open and walked into the house.

The room was very ordinary, with slightly dim lighting. In the room, which was less than ten square meters, there was a black wooden screen. In front of the screen was a wooden table of the same color. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table. There was a chair behind the table. But it was empty.

Shangguan Qianmian frowned slightly and was about to ask a question when he heard a noise behind the screen and a woman wearing a dark red coat came out of the screen.

The woman didn't look very old, about forty, with a fair face and not many wrinkles. She looked quite kind. Her hair was tied up in a bun on the back of her head casually, except for the hair on her neck. The small-leaf red sandalwood beads on the string have a Buddhist-like feel, but they don't look like a fortune teller or a god or a goddess at all.

She glanced at Shangguan Qianmian and smiled. When her eyes moved to Leng Xiaoli, she was slightly startled, and then there was a clear flash of surprise in her eyes, as if she was surprised by Leng Xiaoli himself or his appearance here. This thing seemed very shocking.

"That...Mian Mian Xiao Yu is you, right?" The woman turned her gaze to Shangguan Qianmian and asked.

"Yeah, it's me!" Shangguan Qianmian nodded.Mianmianxiayu was a nickname she randomly picked when she left comments on that website.

"Please sit down!" The woman sat down on the chair behind the table, pointed to the long stool in front of her, and said.

Shangguan Qianmian glanced at Leng Xiaoli and sat down on the stool, leaning on his hand.

The woman glanced at the hands they were holding and frowned slightly.

"You left a message on the website that you wanted to get married, right? Do you want to get married to the person next to you?" the woman asked.

Shangguan Qianmian glanced at Leng Xiaoli, nodded, then smiled and asked, "What's your surname?"

"My surname is Ruan, you can call me Ruan Niang." The fortune teller said calmly.

Shangguan Qianmian nodded and said: "Hello, Mrs. Ruan, I want to calculate the marriage between me and him. Please give me some advice."

But Ruan Niang shook her head and said: "No, no, no... I don't need to calculate the fate between you, he should be very clear about the fate between you!"

Shangguan Qianmian was so startled that she almost cried out, her grip on Leng Xiaoli's hand tightened instantly, and she said dumbly, "What did you say?"

Leng Xiaoli's expression suddenly became a little shocked, and at the same time, his eyes looking at Mrs. Ruan became a little more wary.

"If you can't understand what I said, I think you and he should hear it clearly. If he hasn't told you about himself yet, I don't think you will come to my place together, right?" Ruan Mother's words were mysterious and ambiguous, which made Shangguan Qianmian a little confused and a little scared.

If she was referring to Leng Xiaoli's ability to predict the future, then she was really in the right place today!

Just as he was startled, Leng Xiaoli suddenly said, "What are you referring to? You can make it clearer!"

Ruan Niang didn't say anything. She just picked up the pen on the table and dipped it in some ink. She lowered her head and wrote a few words on the white paper in front of her, then turned it over and handed it to them.

Leng Xiaoli reached out to take it, glanced at it, and his expression changed immediately.

Shangguan Qianmian also glanced over hastily. When he saw the two words above, his heart beat faster.

There are two words written on the white paper: "prediction"!

Shangguan Qianmian stood up suddenly, and was about to tell Ruan Niang that what they were asking about was not about marriage, but Leng Xiaoli's illness, but before he could speak, he was gently pulled by Leng Xiaoli.

Only then did Shangguan Qianmian realize that he was a little too excited, so he sat down again, adjusted his mood a little, and said, "I didn't expect that you would know so much."

Ruan Niang shook her head and said: "Actually, that's all I know. I knew that unusual people would come to me in the past few days, but I didn't expect that what would come would be a prophecy that hadn't appeared again in decades. By."

"It hasn't appeared again in decades? Do you mean that such a person has appeared before?" Shangguan Qianmian couldn't help but get a little excited again.

Ruan Niang glanced at her, seemed a little hesitant, and said after a while: "Actually, I shouldn't have told you these things, but... Maybe I will ask you something in the future, so even if it violates the teaching of the master today , I will also make an exception and say a few more words to you."

Ruan Niang seemed to sigh, with a flash of bitterness on her face before she continued: "A prophet will appear every five or sixty years. Some people have achieved great achievements, while others are unknown, and they have not even noticed it in their entire life. I have the ability in this area, but at most I think my sixth sense is a little stronger than the average person."

"But those who are not aware of their own abilities are better off, because the prophet's ability to predict the future comes at the cost of their own life force. The more the ability is used, the shorter the life span will be. Therefore, those who are not aware of their own abilities are better off. , On the contrary, you can enjoy your life and die in peace."