The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

The man's voice sounded very tired.

Meng Xingluan sneered, "Zhou Yubai, don't you have ears? I said I won't accept reconciliation."

Knowing that she blocked his contact information, now she is using the police as a springboard?

really interesting.

"Meng Xingluan, it's me who's sorry for you, it has nothing to do with anyone else... If you want to target me, just target me, don't involve innocent people."

He accused Meng Xingluan of being evil-hearted.

"You are not only deaf but also blind."

Meng Xingluan spit out eight words without politeness, and each word was heartbreaking.

Zhou Yubai was no longer in the mood to care about this with her.

I have been very busy with things in the company recently, but now my mother is in trouble again.

He really wanted to split the person into two and use them.

In order to deal with this matter, he promoted cooperation worth hundreds of millions.

But Meng Xingluan was as stubborn as a donkey.

The man walked irritably outside the police station and lit a cigarette.

The rising smoke obscured the vision in front of me, and the smell of smoke was a bit choking.

A scarlet dot loomed in the dark night.

"Meng Xingluan, you and I are not enemies. I am just here to negotiate with you. No matter what the bargaining chip is, I can give it to you as long as you agree to reconcile."

"Then let me say it one last time, reconciliation? In the next life, my Taoist temple is opening today, and your mother finds someone to mess up the place. If I accuse her of picking quarrels and provoking trouble, it is considered a minor matter."

"Oh, yes, remember to settle the cost of washing and painting."

The woman's voice was light and airy, but she revealed strange determination.

She did not agree to the settlement.

No matter what the other party gives her, she will never agree.

She was going to make Zhou's mother squat for a few days.

Otherwise, she would be treated like a soft persimmon.

I could tolerate it because of love in the past, but now?

She's not a Ninja Turtle, so why should she endure it?

Meng Xingluan hung up the phone decisively.

Listening to a mechanical "beep" sound, the man's temples jumped and his nerves became tense.

He wanted to throw the mobile phone in his hand, but was stopped by the police officer who followed him.

"Mr. Zhou, if you break it, you have to pay for it!"

Zhou Yubai: "..."

It always feels like everything is going against him!

After all, there is no airtight wall in the world, and the news that Zhou's mother was suspected of squatting quickly spread to the Internet.

No matter how hard a man presses, some fish will always slip through the net.

Coupled with the news that came out before, many netizens now have a negative impression of the Zhou family.

[I’m not telling you, why don’t the Zhou family have any good people? My daughter hired a murderer to kill someone, but she's going to destroy the place as a mother? ! 】

[It seems that rich people don’t necessarily have much education. They really have a lot of experience. 】

[Fortunately, the master had the foresight to leave the Zhou family, otherwise he would have been bullied to death! 】

[Hey, have you noticed that since the master divorced that scumbag, the bad luck in the scumbag’s family has become bad? 】

[The master is the chosen one, and he is also a powerful metaphysician. It is because of the ignorance of the Zhou family that he deserves to end up like this! 】

……

Meng Xingluan looked at these comments with interest.

Sometimes outsiders see things more clearly.

you do not say.

Since Qingqing and Zhou Yubai divorced, her luck has gradually improved.

Men are indeed the first step in stopping her from getting rich.

A good night's sleep.

The next day.

It was still dark at seven o'clock, and the temperature dropped directly to below zero.

The orange cat curled up at the foot of the bed and slept comfortably, while Meng Xingluan got up to wash up.

Even the cold weather can't stop her from her habitual morning run.

In the next room, Song Nanzhu curled up in a ball and slept comfortably. When Meng Xingluan came back from running, he hadn't gotten up yet.

A little white fish belly appeared in the sky.

Meng Xingluan was sweating heavily on his forehead and was only wearing a thin tight-fitting top.

The waist is slender, full of grip.

She knocked on Song Nanzhu's door and told the boy to get up quickly.

The Taoist temple officially opened yesterday, and it must not be closed today.

The door opens at eight o'clock sharp.

The young man responded vaguely a few times, then turned over and continued to sleep.

It’s so hard to get out of bed in the winter!

Why can't he be bound to the bed?

There was no movement outside the door. As soon as Song Nanzhu's tense nerves relaxed, his stomach suddenly sank.

The orange cat opened the window and ran in.

He jumped directly and landed on Song Nanzhu's belly.

I woke up most of the time from my drowsiness.

"Little Orange!"

The boy roared angrily.

"Meow!"

Not to be outdone, the orange cat shouted back, and there was a stalemate between one person and one cat. After a few minutes, the boy curled his lips.

"I'm really defeated by you. Can't I get up?"

The victorious orange cat licks its paws gracefully.

10 minute later.

Song Nanzhu wrapped himself into a ball and put two heating charms on his body.

When he opened the door, the cold wind still made him shiver subconsciously.

Meng Xingluan went back to the room and changed his clothes.

The woman was wearing a velvet coat, a low-necked sweater, and a retro-style scarf around her neck.

The black waist-length hair is messy and casually draped behind her back.

Thin and tall figure.

A pair of peach blossom eyes are shining with a cold color, which can only be viewed from a distance but not played with.

After the two had a simple breakfast, Song Nanzhu went to open the door.

The young man yawned, but when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, his drowsiness disappeared without a trace.

There was a group of people standing on the empty ground. At first glance, it seemed that there must be hundreds of people at least.

Everyone...get up very early in winter!

"Junior brother is here? Good morning, junior brother. Is Master Meng still telling fortunes today? Can it be our turn if we line up now?"

"Don't fight, everyone. If I can't get the master's live broadcast, I'll just block people offline!"

"I came late yesterday and didn't make it. I don't believe I can't make it today!"

……

Faced with so much enthusiasm, Song Nanzhu couldn't bear to tell the cruel truth.

Finally, after a period of hesitation and entanglement, he bit the bullet and said, "My senior sister is closed today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd became restless.

"What? Master didn't give up on the divination? Why?"

"I drove two hundred kilometers here, and you said it's okay? You might as well let me die!"

"Can't I pay you a thousand?"

……

Song Nanzhudun felt a lot of pressure.

He had no choice but to add directly.

"But you can come to me to tell fortunes. Although my fortune-telling skills are not as good as those of my senior sister, I am still one of the best. The price is still the same, five hundred per fortune, and the remuneration for solving the problem is calculated separately. If you don't mind, I will still be in the same position as yesterday!"

Song Nanzhu is Master Meng’s junior disciple.

The strength shouldn’t be bad, right?

Half the people were hesitant to go.

But looking at the queue, I finally gritted my teeth and got in line at the back.

Isn’t it just 500 yuan?

Wouldn't it be nice if he wasn't allowed to refund the money? !

Thinking like this, I actually convinced myself.

What Xie Yanci saw when he arrived was such a spectacular scene.

The man raised his eyebrows indifferently.

Song Nanzhu is so busy today, so he shouldn't disturb their world, right?

Just in case, Xie Yanci took out his cell phone and sent Ji Chi a message.

Let the other party find more people to come over.

After doing this, Xie Yanci felt relieved and went to the back of the Taoist temple to find Meng Xingluan.

The woman was currently bending over and counting the talismans folded into a triangle shape in the basket.

The man walked up to her.

The beautiful eyebrows are gently lowered, and the voice is low and magnetic.

"Ms. Meng, did my mother come to see you a few days ago?"