The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Faced with Yaohua's suspicion, Shen Shi'an blinked his innocent big eyes and looked at Yaohua in disbelief.

"Hey, you young guy, don't talk nonsense without evidence."

As he spoke, Shen Shi'an stretched out his finger and pointed at his baby face. He asked Yaohua:

"Look at my face. I'm so young and cute, but do I look like I have so many evil intentions?"

Yaohua smiled warmly:

"Senior, people should not be judged by their appearance..."

Shen Shi'an waved his hand:

"Come on, stop yelling, I can see that you are going to accuse me unjustly today.

Tell me, what do you want? Otherwise, I'll give you a good beating. Do you think this is okay? "

Yaohua's smile froze on his face, and he realized that he couldn't reason with Shen Shi'an.

In Shen Shi'an's view, he himself is the truth, and his fist is the truth...

Yaohua had no choice but to get out of the way: "Senior, I'm sorry to disturb you, please."

"Hmph." Shen Shi'an put away his sword, carried his fortune-telling flag, and left with Xiao Hei in a swaggering manner, very arrogantly.

In the evening, the arrogant Shen Shi'an sat on a chair at Yanjiu's house, his left ankle resting on his right knee, shaking his leg constantly.

Yanjiu was lying on the bed and couldn't help but remind him: "Senior brother, shaking your legs will leak money."

Hearing this, Shen Shi'an quickly put down his legs and sat down obediently: "Stop shaking then, Yanjiu, tell me, who is the one in the jacket?"

Yan Jiu said slowly: "I don't know, but you said the weapon he used was a stick?"

Shen Shi'an: "Yes, I'm sure it's not the golden hoop, but the kind of stick in the temple."

Yanjiu followed Shen Shi'an's words and talked nonsense: "That's good. If it's really a golden cudgel, you and I can wash it, then dig a hole and bury ourselves."

After a while, Yanjiu opened his eyes and closed the quilt around him:

"Temple, stick, Cihang Temple...

I remember that now all temple personnel use computers to register. "

Shen Shi'an curled his lips: "In today's information age, not only Cihang, but also Zhuangyao use computers, but can I show you the personnel information of Cihang Temple?"

Yanjiu smiled: "But with Senior Brother Qizhou here, Senior Brother is the best at dealing with people and worldly matters. It's not impossible for him to go to Cihang Temple..."

As he said that, Yanjiu paused slightly: "Forget it, it's better not to trouble senior brother for now. It's not good for him to be exposed."

Shen Shi'an tilted his head and asked, "What should we do?"

Yanjiu smiled slightly: "First we can gather people outside the mountain."

As he spoke, Yanjiu's voice was slightly louder: "Dabai, Dabai, can I wash the dishes tomorrow..."

Hearing the sound, Dabai came out of the kitchen full of resentment:

"Stop making excuses, tell me, what do you want to do?"

Yanjiu said with a flattering smile: "Dabai, Shang Jing seems to like cats very much. Go to his door and meow twice, and let the hackers from their company use them."

Hearing this, Dabai rolled up his sleeves, took a pillow and pressed it on Yanjiu's head, which was bound to suffocate Yanjiu to death.

Seeing this, Shen Shi'an hurriedly stopped him: "Dabai, save his life, don't be impulsive."

Dabai threw away the pillow and pointed at Yanjiu with an angry face:

"How many days have you gone out?"

Yanjiu looked out the window and said in a resentful tone: "It's cold outside, but it's warm inside the house. You know, I'm weak and sick."

Dabai continued to accuse: "You won't go to Xiangzhao Bookstore either."

Yanjiu said confidently: "Didn't we find another labor force?"

In Xiangzhao Bookstore, Qing'an is afraid of ghosts but is good at dealing with ghosts.

Luan Qiu has a low IQ but a violent temper and can hold his own.

There was Erbai lying there on the roof, licking his paws.

Yanjiu simply didn't want to be too reassured and comfortable. He wondered why his senior brother didn't recruit more disciples and then tricked them into working for him.

You can retire early.

……

The next day, when Shang Jing opened the door in the morning, he saw a white cat squatting under the big peach tree.

The cat’s head was held high, looking extremely proud.

But if you look closely at the cat's expression, you can see some shame, some anger and reluctance.

A Tao shook her arms, and the petals fell down, falling on the cat.

The cat turned back fiercely, looked at the little boy sitting on the peach branch, and accused him angrily:

"Are you losing your hair? If it falls off, you will become bald sooner or later. I will cry to death."

A Tao's face went blank for a moment, and then she felt extremely aggrieved...

He just saw the kitten under the osmanthus tree on the Internet a few days ago.

I also want to have a peach blossom cat under the peach blossom tree, but this cat is too fierce and does not know good from evil.

How can you curse him to be bald? The crown of his tree that was damaged by Yan Jiu has just grown back.

On the other side, Shang Jing leaned against the pillar with his arms folded across his chest. He asked casually:

"How did you come?"

Dabai: "Meow, meow, meow, Lao Wu..."

Shang Jing looked at Dabai like an idiot: "???"

In an instant, Dabai transformed into a majestic tiger, and he cursed in a rough voice:

"Asshole! Yanjiu lied to me and said you liked cat meows."

Shang Jing has turned around and returned to the house: "I prefer to hear him barking than the cat, what? He asked you to find me? What's the matter?"

Dabai followed Shang Jing and said reluctantly:

"Are there any hackers in your company?"

Shang Jing paused: "Why doesn't Yanjiu come to me by himself? Is he shy?"

A puzzled look appeared on Dabai's face:

"What makes you think Yanjiu is shy? Have you ever seen him shy?"

Shang Jing: "..."

Indeed, when he kissed Yanjiu, Yanjiu didn't seem to be shy at all, but accepted it well, just like eating pork.

Dabai continued: "He's just too lazy to go out."

Shang Jing: "..." Well, that's the right explanation.

……

As the night grew dark, a cat sat on Shang Jing's shoulder, followed by a programmer carrying a laptop.

They walked through the old stairs and stood in front of a certain door.

Shang Jing turned his head to look at the cat.

Cat: "Meow, I forgot my key."

Programmer: "Mr. Shang, is anyone talking?"

Shang Jing said expressionlessly: "You heard wrong." Then he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After knocking for more than a minute, I heard the sound of shuffling footsteps.

The door opened with a creak. Yanjiu was wrapped in a quilt and standing at the door with sleepy eyes.

After looking at the scene in front of him, Yanjiu's mind slowly returned to its original position. He managed to cheer up and welcomed the person in.

Looking at the programmer's computer, Yanjiu smiled politely and said, "Would you like some tea?"

Before the programmer could speak, Yanjiu had already answered:

"Look at me, I forgot, you should love drinking Coke."

With that said, he took out a bottle of ready-made Coke from the refrigerator, and Yanjiu felt that he was done.

Shang Jing suddenly said: "I want to drink tea."

Yanjiu sighed and said in a resentful tone: "Mr. Shang, please stop making things difficult for me if I give you a wink? Do you know how troublesome it is to make a pot of tea?"

The programmer was trembling and wanted to block his ears.

The cat was swishing its tail back and forth until it was about to fly up. It was obvious that he was very impatient.

In the end, due to Yanjiu's stiff eyes, Shang Jing only got a bottle of expired iced black tea.

The cat quietly asked Shang Jing: "What do you like about Yanjiu?"

Shang Jing looked at the expired ice tea in his hand and fell into deep thought.

The cat's paws were on the ice tea bottle and said seriously:

"Look, this is proof that he is proud of his favor."

Shang Jing: "..."