Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

While Luo Xihua was talking, he frequently looked at Fu Jiuqing, looking eager to talk to her.

Qin Baichen saw it, and if it was the past, he would definitely step down.

But today is different, the other person involved is his wife.

Fu Jiuqing's clear-cut love-hate personality is destined to make her feel bored even if she looks at people she doesn't like.

Qin Baichen knew how difficult she was to coax, and when he thought that she was still pregnant, he didn't dare to make her unhappy.

Luo Wennan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, stared at Fu Jiuqing with burning eyes and greeted him with a warm voice.

"I've heard of Mrs. Qin's reputation for a long time. Even Director Hao is full of praise for you. I hope Mrs. Qin can help."

He put the red wooden gift box on his lap and placed his hands on the open space in the center of the wine table.

This position was the farthest he could reach as a person who had been paralyzed for many years.

Fu Jiuqing lifted her eyelids lightly and glanced at the wooden box lightly.

"laugh--"

She made a light sneer and raised her eyes to glance coldly at the Luo family father and son.

"I remember asking Luo Wenbin to tell me that he wanted me to take action and let your ancestors come to see me in person."

Seeing Fu Jiuqing's displeasure, Luo Xihua and Luo Wennan thought they might be shut out tonight.

Hearing her mention the ancestors of the Luo family, the expressions of the father and son immediately changed, and they were obviously relieved.

Luo Xihua smiled and said, "Mrs. Qin misunderstood. We don't live with our ancestors. She is already on her way here."

Luo Wennan looked at the time and added: "My ancestors lived in seclusion in the mountains. The Luo family has sent a helicopter to pick us up. According to the round trip time, we will arrive in about five minutes."

He helped Jiuqing put down the fruit plate, crossed his long and thin legs, and leaned on the sofa with his arms folded.

She raised her proud chin and said in a clear and cold voice: "Then we'll wait until the person arrives."

She looked so inhumane, which made Luo Xihua frown subconsciously.

Over the years he has been president, few have disobeyed his orders.

Even though he was feeling dissatisfied deep in his heart, Luo Xihua did not dare to show it at all.

Although Fu Jiuqing came from a third-rate family, not only did she marry into the Qin family, she was also a scandalous figure talked about by everyone in the metaphysics world.

Director Hao, Yun Xiaozi of the Xingxiang Sect, Master Miwu of the Ancient Lingcang Temple, and the head of the Lu family of the Taoist sect all treated her with a hint of respect and taboo.

It was precisely because of this that Luo Xihua's heart, which had been disappointed for thirty years, became active again. He took the initiative to bring his son to ask for help tonight.

Even if Fu Jiuqing asked to meet the ancestor of the Luo family, he would travel thousands of miles to pick him up.

But she happened to be so fussy about it for five minutes.

When Luo Xihua felt unhappy, he also doubted Fu Jiuqing's ability. Maybe he would be disappointed again.

At this moment, Yan Jiu walked in with tea, which relieved the tension and embarrassment in the room.

After placing the tea, he quietly left.

Qin Baichen glanced at the tea in the cup in front of Fu Jiuqing. It was obviously different from the other three cups. It was health-preserving scented tea.

With a gentle smile on his face, he personally brought the tea cup to Fu Jiuqing's eyes and said in a doting voice: "I just ate a lot of sweet food. Let's drink some tea to relieve the tiredness."

"Um--"

Fu Jiuqing responded with a soft voice, took the tea cup and brought it to his mouth to take a sip.

When the Luo family father and son saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

When would Qin Baichen, who was cold-faced and cold-hearted, be so considerate, and his tone was so soft that it could turn into water, as if he was coaxing a child.

Luo Xihua and Luo Wennan looked at each other, the expressions in their eyes could not help but become solemn, and their attitudes became cautious.

Fu Jiuqing may not only have metaphysical abilities, but also enjoy a favored position in the Qin family.

Qin Baichen seemed not to notice that the father and son were looking at each other, and took the initiative to chat with Luo Wennan about the trivial life events of the past year, and the topic shifted to recent international trends.

Luo Xihua and Fu Jiuqing drank tea separately, keeping silent and acting as foils.

five minutes later.

"Sorry, I'm late."

A girl with her hair tied up with a wooden hairpin walked in wearing casual clothes that were popular a few years ago and white flat shoes on her feet.

Everything she wore looked cheap, but it didn't affect her restrained aura at all.

The girl looks to be in her early twenties, and has a more intimidating majesty than Luo Xihua.

Seeing the person coming, Luo Xihua became obviously cautious and stood up obediently like a primary school student.

He bent down and saluted at ninety degrees: "Greetings to our ancestors."

Luo Wennan also controlled the wheelchair and faced Luo Baijin who walked in.

"Wen Nan pays his respects to our ancestors."

Luo Baijin looked domineering and aloof.

Her eyes that had accumulated over time fell on Fu Jiuqing, who was sitting firmly on the sofa.

Luo Baijin sneered and asked angrily: "I heard that someone wants to see me?"

As soon as she appeared, Fu Jiuqing subconsciously sat up straight, with a look of surprise on her delicate face.

Luo Baijin was clearly one hundred and fifty years old, and he still maintained the appearance and figure of a young girl.

Also, she is a woman.

Fu Jiuqing pursed her red lips slightly, and the corners of her eyes twitched uncontrollably.

very good!

Not only did she get the gender wrong, she also misjudged the other person's age.

Listening to Luo Baijin's arrogant tone and the unhappiness and irritability in her eyes, Fu Jiuqing's lightly pursed red lips curved in pleasure.

She is the person who likes to see others unhappy, but she also looks helpless.

Fu Jiuqing returned to his previous calm sitting posture, his expression was lazy and wanton, and he looked even more arrogant than Luo Baijin.

Luo Baijin knew that it was Fu Jiuqing who called her by name, and saw that apart from her initial strangeness, she soon returned to a bored expression.

The ancestor who had been supported by the Luo family for a hundred years felt instantly relieved.

Luo Baijin grinded his teeth, and his eyes with sharp light pierced Qin Baichen who was sitting beside him.

She frowned and asked, "Are you a boy from the Qin family?"

Qin Baichen nodded politely and said with a smile, "That's right."

Luo Baijin raised his chin, looked him up and down, and said, "I hugged you when you were a child."

Qin Baichen was still gentle and polite, and said calmly: "I heard my father mention this matter."

"Bai Jin, I hugged you too."

At this time, Fu Jiuqing added lightly.

In an instant, the eyes of everyone in the room were all focused on Fu Jiuqing.

Except for Qin Baichen, everyone stared at her in disbelief.

Luo Baijin stared at Fu Jiuqing's beautiful face. His eyes first showed a stunning light, and then his eyes softened subconsciously.

Thinking of what Fu Jiuqing said, Luo Baijin became angry.

"Stinky girl, do you know what you are talking about?"

Fu Jiuqing's eyelids were slightly raised, his expression was indifferent, and he stared at Luo Baijin with cold eyes.

"I'm telling the truth. I haven't seen you for so many years, but your temper has gotten better and better."

What she said was even more sinister than Luo Baijin's before.

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