Am I the one who was wronged?

That laugh sounded familiar.

They all turned around and stared at the person who was laughing there.

Dr. Yang walked towards him. He was tall and had long legs and big steps. He quickly walked up to him. Looking at his round bald head, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

The eyes are playful, "Just looking at it from a distance, I feel a bit like you, but the hair grows too well.

I didn't even dare to admit it, you're like this... I'm sure it's you. "

That's it?What's wrong with me?I... didn't I just lose my wig? !

Yiyi clasped his arms in front of his chest, hummed silently, and turned his face away to ignore him.

Go away, go away, we don't know each other well!

Just two medium-rare steaks, why do you have to strike up a conversation while walking on the street.

They are not familiar!

"Don't be angry." Doctor Yang walked up to him and stood by the pool together, watching the white shirt paddling wildly in the water.

Sometimes it looks like breaststroke, and sometimes it looks like dog planing. There are quite a lot of postures.

The wig was caught in his hand and followed him up and down in the water.

Dr. Yang couldn't help but wanted to smile, and said to Yiyi in a low voice, "How about I help you pick up the wig."

Yiyi looked at the three-piece suit on his body, his eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously, signaling to jump into the pool to pick it up.

Whoever makes this person tease him all the time should taste what it feels like to be soaked in water.

Seeing his small eyes, Dr. Yang immediately understood, chuckled, "What are you thinking?"

It's not in an idol drama, the plot needs him to be a hero to save the beauty.

He was not stupid to want him to jump into the pool.

He waved to the security guards, motioning them to hurry up and save people.

The security guard quickly came over with special tools, and fished out the white shirt and the same wig from the water.

Dr. Yang squatted on the ground and rummaged through a pile of nets for a long time.

Using two fingers, pinched the wet wig and handed it to Yiqiu.

Yiyi, "..." Come on, go away!Go away with a wig!

Dr. Yang laughed out loud, threw away the wig, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, raised the corners of his mouth, and motioned for the security guard to take him down.

"Ask clearly what's going on, why did you fight back for no reason?"

They all looked at him, this man didn't look like a family doctor.

Dr. Yang turned his head and saw his expression, "I am a doctor, but now I am employed by the Jin family to take care of Mr. Jin, so my status is different."

As he spoke, he frowned, showed a polite smile, and asked him in a low voice, "Do you know what Mr. Jiang brought you here for?"

They all blinked their eyes, didn't they just come to a party and watch a play by the way, what else could they do.

Doctor Yang chuckled and put away the handkerchief, "You really don't know anything, come with me, and I'll tell you the whole story."

The two left the pool and sat down in a place with few people. Doctor Yang took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Originally, he wanted to smoke, but after looking at Yiyi who was sitting across from him, he still put away his cigarette.

Talking to him about the whole story, it turned out that this so-called party was actually for that Mr. Jin to choose a wife.

The Jin family is very powerful, as for how powerful.

... What kind of assets, wealth funds, real estate, gimmicky, Dr. Yang's words are all in the fog.

I don't mind asking how much it's worth.

He was afraid that after he asked, Dr. Yang would sneer, look at him proudly, and said.

"Money, money is the least valuable thing in Mr. Jin's hands."

He looks like a bumpkin!

Although he is indeed, but he can pretend that he is not!

After listening for a long time, you will understand everything.

Mr. Jiang is considered a rich man, and he still remembers the pair of peach blossom spring bracelets in Mrs. Jiang's hands.

The price of one is enough for their Tuyuan Temple to spend decades.

Even so, the Jiang family had to beg for Mr. Jin's favor.

Mr. Jin used to be very powerful. He was born in a top wealthy family and was raised as an heir since he was a child.

Regardless of the internal and external conditions, the conditions are very superior. It is said that the IQ is very high, proficient in several foreign languages, and has three doctorates.

Mr. Jin, who is so perfect and powerful, has just turned 28 this year.

He is the dream lover and ideal husband-in-law of girls waiting to be married and hot sisters in the whole city A.

The reason why I say it was because half a year ago, when Mr. Jin came back from abroad, he had a car accident on the road and broke his leg directly.

It looks like the most common bone fracture, but even experts from all over the world can't cure it.

If this is the case, it is only a good jade with slight flaws, and the flaws cannot conceal the goodness.

But after Mr. Jin got into a car accident, he really broke more than two legs.

... In other words, Mr. Jin, who is so perfect, was finally envied by heaven.

He stopped lifting.

The Jin family did not intentionally hide this matter, once word got out, the young ladies and elder sisters immediately changed their ideal husband-in-law positions.

Parents who really love their children will never send their children to such a marriage grave.

But there are always those who are not hurt, and are sent over as goods.

As for why all the boys came, it was because the master gave a fortune-telling. Mr. Jin's personality is yin and needs yang to reconcile.

After listening to the cause and effect, they finally understood why Jiang Ruan felt insulted by coming to this party.

He thought he was the treasure in the palm of his parents, but he was suddenly told that he was asked to please a disabled man.

The gap between them... is indeed a bit big.

But I don't think Jiang Ruan is pitiful.

He even felt that if Mr. Jin hadn't been hit and broke his leg unfortunately, Jiang Ruan might not be worthy of it.

He looked at Dr. Yang, and tapped his fingers on the tablet, "Tell me what you are doing so clearly."

Dr. Yang raised his hand to push the glasses, and smiled gently, "I think you are the most suitable."

Always, "..."

Although Mr. Jin is excellent, but!This doesn't mean he wants to marry Mr. Jin.

His eyes widened, and he poked the tablet hard, "I'm a serious monk!"

Followed by a furious expression, have you ever seen a monk marry a wife and have children!

Pooh!No, have you ever seen a monk get married?

Doctor Yang looked at it, and smiled lightly, "What's wrong with the monk, can't the monk also return to vulgarity, look at the crowd, does it look like an ancient draft.

You are the prettiest one here. If I were Mr. Jin, I would choose you. "

Always, "..."

Hey, Daqing died long ago, so the draft is still on hold.

Do you have something to do? Does the family have a throne to inherit?

He didn't want to talk to Dr. Yang anymore, and he didn't take this matter to heart.

He got up to look for Jiang Ruan, he didn't forget the purpose of coming to the party, mainly to watch a play.

I looked around, but I didn't see Jiang Ruan.

Probably because he was afraid of being spotted by Mr. Jin, so he hid in a corner and meowed.

He walked around the field twice, but he couldn't find it, so he just let it go.

Anyway, if there is a show to watch, there will always be some movement.

He is an eminent monk, although he is young, he is still an eminent eminent monk, he must have the character of an eminent eminent monk, neither angry nor angry, nor impatient.

After thinking for a while, Yiyi found a quiet corner, took out a stack of tinfoil from his pocket, and began to fold gold ingots.

The paper was brought by him from the coffin shop, and it was of high quality. His master could only read scriptures, but not make paper bundles, and no one in Tuyuan Temple knew how.

In a village not far from Tuyuan Mountain, there is an old man who specializes in making paper bundles, and his craftsmanship is very good.

Whether it is paper money or gold ingots, they are all very solid.

The quality is better than the ones sold in other shops, all because of Shimen’s rules, these things are often used, so I like to go to him to buy them.

Once they come and go, they become familiar, and the old man always talks to him, saying that his children have gone out to work to earn money.

None of them are willing to stay in the village and inherit their ancestral craftsmanship.

The craftsmanship passed down from the ancestors is about to be broken in the hands.

Always think that he will always use it, instead of buying it every time, it is not the same thing, it is better to learn how to do it yourself.

He asked the old man if he could learn it. The old man wanted to pass on the skill, and seeing that he wanted to learn it, he agreed without saying a word, and taught him very carefully.

Yiyi is very good at learning, although he is not as skilled as the old man, but he is loved by the Buddha and has the bonus of Buddha's light.

Up and down, you have to give a thin surface, the effect is especially good.

In addition to using it for yourself, you can also sell some of it to subsidize your family.

This will be free, so I thought about folding some ingots, and taking the time to burn them for the ghost baby.

Ask the ghost doll to buy two clothes to wear.

After the ghost doll was in a car accident, she was cremated and buried in the cemetery.

I don't know if the Jiang family didn't care, or for some other reason, they didn't even burn a piece of clothing.

Walk the birds in Jiang's villa all day long.

It's okay that no one else can see it, except for Yiyi, who gets a headache every time he sees it.

Without him, it's just a bit hot-eyed.

I really want to pay a lot of money for a pair of clear eyes that have never seen a ghost doll walking a bird!

He thought of the little bird of the ghost doll, and the speed of stacking ingots in his hands accelerated.

Fold it quickly, burn it to the ghost doll, and save his eyes!

Soon a small pile was folded out, stringed up with ropes, and put aside casually.

As soon as he let it go, someone reached out and picked it up.

Yiyi blinked and looked at the thief who wanted to steal gold ingots, ready to scold and spit him with his eyes, making him ashamed and ashamed!

As a result, he just raised his head, before he could clearly see the appearance of the person who came, he heard a deep and mellow voice, comparable to a Buddha's voice, "Is this stack of gold ingots?"

All of them were bewitched immediately, and the condemnation and spurning were all gone.

He nodded vigorously, and even wanted to speak a little bit, and replied one after another, "Yes, yes, yes!"

The man pinched the ingot with his slender fingertips to look through it, and said in a low voice, "It's very delicate."

When he was speaking, his brows and eyes were drooping slightly, his facial features were deeply cut and chiseled, and he also possessed a graceful temperament of mountains and rivers.

Even the shadows printed by the eyelashes on the bottom of the eyes contain the charm of ink masters dipped in thick ink and stroked with one stroke.

Yiyi looked at that face, and his heartbeat instantly went up to a high speed, and he couldn't stop.

It's over!Where did this evildoer come from? He is so bold that he dared to come out to seduce him.

It's too bad, the little monk is young and inexperienced, so he accidentally planted a trick.

He wailed in his heart, he stopped stacking the ingots, took out the rosary and began to spin it.

Not daring to stare at that face anymore, his eyes moved down, and then fell on the waist of the man, and stopped moving.

There was a bulging mass there, which looked quite spectacular.

Especially not long ago, he thought of the ghost baby walking the bird.

The picture is a bit strong, and the impact is a bit big.

But he is a little eminent monk after all, so he quickly put aside his distracting thoughts and looked at the black shadow entrenched there.

That seems to be a little black snake?

No, Yiyi frowned slightly and shook his head. It looked like a snake, but it had claws under its belly and two bumps on its head, and it was about to grow horns.

It's a little black dragon.

They all blinked their eyes. Since ancient times, the dragon has been a symbol of luck, and the emperor's descendants are called the sons and grandsons of the dragon.

From this point of view, this Mr. Jin really has a family to inherit the throne!

It's just that the little black dragon seemed to be injured, listless, and listless. He looked carefully, and the tip of the little black dragon's tail was covered with a layer of black mist.

He had never seen that fog before, and was about to examine it carefully, when a mellow and pleasant voice sounded above his head, "What are you looking at?"

They all took the tablet and typed "da da da", "I'm looking at your black dragon."

Mr. Jin was silent for a moment, as if he was not used to his directness, he asked in a deep voice after a long time, "Is it big?"

Yiyi shook his head, looked at the little dragon, and continued typing, "A very small black dragon."

Mr. Jin stopped talking, a slight injury flashed in his eyes, and with a calm expression, he threw down the gold ingot, and pushed the wheelchair away by himself.

Always, "..."

The sound of the wheelchair gradually faded away before he could react.

!no!You listen to my explanation!

I don't mean you are small, I mean your dragon is small.

It's your little black dragon... Pooh, anyway, this dragon is no other dragon!