My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Ming Yi was worrying anxiously, when suddenly a long and slender hand stretched out and took the flower pot he was hiding into the store.

Huh?

Did God come to help him again?

The clerk didn't understand why the boss had already entered the store just now, why did he suddenly leave and come in with a pot of evergreen?

"Boss, does this pot of grass need watering?"

As he spoke, he reached out to catch the flower pot in the boss's hand, but he didn't expect to be avoided by the other party.

Cao Xuanhe said indifferently: "No need."

After finishing speaking, he entered behind the screen in the store with a flower pot alone.

Ming Yi waited for a while, and found that the other party brought in the flower pot, put it on the ground and left it alone.

He poked his head out and looked around, and saw that the antique racks on the three walls were full of things. He didn't understand antiques, and he couldn't tell the good from the bad. At most, he just looked at some things that looked better.

This place should be the innermost part of the shop. I didn't see Mr. Guan standing there, so Ming Yi floated out boldly and was just about to stretch when he realized something was wrong.

He looked down and exclaimed, "I'll go!"

His foot stepped on the ghost suppressing formation and he couldn't move.

This magic circle is like a mosquito sticker, it won't move if it sticks on.

Ming Yi didn't believe in evil, so he tried his best to pull out his own foot, but the result was too much strength, he couldn't stand firmly, and sat down on the ground.

"..."

It's over, and the ass is glued.

When Ming Yi was depressed, a low laugh came from beside him.

He searched for his reputation, and saw a living person standing beside the screen at some point, and when he saw the other person's face clearly, Ming Yi was overjoyed, and subconsciously shouted: "Daughter-in-law..."

Sensing that the situation was wrong, Ming Yi immediately swallowed back the following words forcefully.

The smile on the man's face disappeared, and he returned to his previous indifference, and asked him, "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything." Ming Yi flatly denied it, and changed the subject: "Boss Cao, I didn't expect us to meet again."

"Didn't expect that?" Cao Xuanhe raised his eyebrows.

"Forehead……"

Cao Xuanhe didn't bother to expose him, so he walked to the wooden table next to him and sat down: "Tell me, what exactly are you trying to pester me for?"

I want to marry you as my wife.

This idea obviously dare not speak out.

"I just want to be friends with you."

Cao Xuanhe: "I said before, I don't need friends."

Mingyi put his arms around his knees and sat on the ground, trying his best not to touch the 'universal glue' on the ground.

"how is this possible?"

Human beings live in groups and will be lonely, so why don't they need friends?

Cao Xuanhe looked too lazy to tangle with him, and said in a calm tone, "Do you need my help?"

Ming Yi didn't respond: "What?"

Cao Xuanhe: "If you have grievances or unresolved obsessions, I will try my best to help you complete it, so that you can reincarnate without any worries."

It seems that the other party regards him as a little devil with difficulties.

Ming Yi thought for a while, and replied: "I don't have obsessions, but I have an unfulfilled wish."

Cao Xuanhe: "Say."

Ming Yi: "I want to find a wife."

"..."

It was an unexpected and reasonable thing.

Cao Xuanhe readily agreed: "I'll burn one for you tonight."

Ming Yi asked, "Can the paper figurine be made in your image?"

When Cao Xuanhe heard this, his eyes sank, the corners of his lips tightened, and there was a bunch of agarwood bracelets in his palm, and he played them slowly.

Anyone who is familiar with Cao Xuanhe knows that this is a sign of his displeasure.

It's a pity that Ming Yi didn't know this, and still said to himself: "The height and facial features must be exactly the same as yours!"

In this way, he can sleep in his arms during the day. Although the paper figurine is not as comfortable as a real person, it can be accommodated for a while.

Ming Yi was immersed in the fantasy of self-satisfaction, when he suddenly heard the man say in a deep voice: "Cao Zhong."

A tall ghost suddenly appeared: "Yes."

"Throw it out."

As he spoke, he casually dropped the bracelet on a certain formation, and the ghost formation was dispelled.

Before Ming Yi had time to react, the kid named Cao Zhong directly lifted his back collar, as if he was carrying a chick, and threw him out the back window.

"Ouch!"

Ming Yi fell firmly to the ground, crying out in pain.

However, he didn't feel the burning sensation of being exposed to the scorching sun. Looking around, he found that he was under the shade of a tree.

This is a backyard, in which a willow tree as thick as three people's arms is planted, with luxuriant branches and leaves, covering half of the small courtyard from the sun.

Ming Yi thought, it seems that the other party didn't intend to hurt him, if it was thrown from the shop door, he would definitely lose his soul.

Not an indiscriminate murderer, not bad.

Originally, Ming Yi wanted to shamelessly crawl back from the window, but the man seemed to know what he was thinking, got up and walked to the window, pasted a yellow talisman on the window glass, and glanced at Ming Yi when he turned around. , as a warning.

Ming Yi was really angry when he saw him, and he didn't dare to make trouble anymore, so as not to leave a bad impression on the other party.

He found a place to hide under the shade of a tree and waited for the sun to go down.

In broad daylight, although the sun was not shining on him, Ming Yi was still visibly lethargic, lying on his arm drowsily.

Maybe it's because he got used to it recently, but he doesn't feel bored, not to mention that it's not far from the rear window, so he can hear the conversation inside from time to time.

I got a lot of gains from it, such as the name of my daughter-in-law, Cao Xuanhe.

Tsk, not only is the person good-looking, but even the name is so nice.

I also know that he is the owner of this 'Wanbao Pavilion', but he doesn't come to the store very often, because many people come to him every day to appraise antiques, and he is too lazy to lie to others.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the days are short and the days are long.

At around five o'clock in the evening, the sun went down.

Ming Yi stood up, stretched his waist, and floated to the window. Seeing that the yellow talisman on the glass had been removed, he poked his head and looked in.

The result was a bit disappointing, Cao Xuanhe was not in the store, and probably had already left.

Ming Yi was about to enter through the window, when a tall male ghost emerged from the bottle in Bogujia, holding a spear and standing in front of him, warning: "No outside ghosts are allowed in the store."

Ming Yi snorted coldly, "I was thrown out of the window by you. If I don't go here, where do I go?"

The tall male ghost pointed out the window: "There."

Ming Yi looked in the direction of his finger and saw a small closed door.

"I do not want."

The male ghost stood in front of the window like a gatekeeper.

Ming Yi frowned, and looked at him displeased: "Do you want to fight?"

The male ghost glanced at him and said coldly, "You are not my match."

"Heh, you're not the only one who told me that, and I beat you to the knees and called you Dad in the end."

Ming Yi took two steps back, hooked his fingers at the tall male ghost: "Come out."

The male ghost glanced at Ming Yi's thin body, hesitated for half a second, stood the spear in his hand by the wall, and said, "Then I will accompany you through two moves, and don't say that I bully the weak afterwards."

Ming Yi let out a disdainful 'tss'.

Time flies, more than half a month in a blink of an eye.

Cao Xuanhe came to inspect the antique shop as usual. When he passed by the door of the shop, he subconsciously glanced at the evergreen flower pot next to him. He saw that the inside was clean and there was no trace of the little ghost hiding. It was probably because he was not easy to provoke, and the little ghost scared him. Return.

Thinking so, Cao Xuanhe stepped in, walked through the front hall of the shop, and went behind the screen.

This is a place that Cao Xuanhe specially reserved for himself to rest. Without his permission, neither shop assistants nor customers would come here.

The things here are not locked in glass cabinets like in the front hall, but placed randomly on the shelf.

Every time someone came in and saw it, they were taken aback.

After all, these things are all real antiques, each worth tens of millions, and just put them on the surface, aren't they afraid of being stolen by someone with a heart?

Cao Xuanhe didn't care much, and replied to those who raised doubts: "If they can be placed here, they must have the ability to protect themselves."

Smart people can immediately understand the meaning of his words. If they don't understand, Cao Xuanhe doesn't bother to explain to them.

He walked around the screen, sat down at the wooden table by the window, took the account book that the clerk had put in advance, and was just about to look through it, when he suddenly turned his head, glanced out the window, and frowned slightly.

The backyard was cleaned as usual, but Cao Xuanhe still saw the clue.

"Miss Silk."

On the antique shelf, a brocade purse overflowed with ghostly aura, and it quickly condensed into a human shape after landing. It was a young woman in a tunic skirt and an ancient costume.

"Master." Not only was she beautiful and delicate, her voice was also soft and soft.

"What's going on in the backyard?"

Sister Juan was a female ghost he accidentally rescued a few years ago, and has been in charge of the store and the backyard for the past few years.

Sister Juan subconsciously glanced at the painted porcelain vase on the antique shelf, she looked puzzled, and replied: "After you left that day, that brat got into a fight with Brother Zhong."

Cao Xuanhe raised his eyebrows: "Cao Zhong."

The painted bottle on the ancient rack moved, obviously not wanting to appear, but also not wanting to disobey the master's words, he hesitated for half a second, and reluctantly floated out of it.

Seeing the clothes on his body, Cao Xuanhe frowned: "lost?"

Cao Zhong lowered his head and made no sound.

This is really embarrassing. I thought the other party was thin and small, at most it was a cat with its hair blown.

I didn't expect a fight to be so violent.

Before he was alive, he was a military general with great achievements, with countless blood on his hands, but he didn't expect to be defeated by an unarmed brat in the end. Thinking about it, he felt ashamed.

The more Cao Zhong thought about it, the more he felt ashamed, and suddenly knelt on the ground: "Master, I have become the defeated general of an ordinary brat, and I am not worthy to keep guarding the shop door for you. Send me to reincarnation!"

Give him a bowl of Mengpo soup and forget about this shameful thing.

Cao Xuanhe got up and helped him up: "Don't belittle yourself, I asked you, a general, to guard the shop door for me, it's a slasher, it's really a waste of talent."

"Owner……"

Cao Zhong felt even more guilty after hearing this.

Cao Xuanhe: "There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. Now that you have met an opponent who can fight against you, you should be happy."

Cao Zhong lowered his head and did not speak.

Seeing this, Cao Xuanhe raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Go back and think about it carefully. If you insist on leaving, I will send you to reincarnation."

Cao Zhong murmured, turned and returned to the painted bottle.

Cao Xuanhe also waved to Sister Juan who was silent at the side, signaling her to go back.

After the two little ghosts disappeared, Cao Xuanhe looked out the back window again, and whispered his name again: "Ming Yi."

I didn't expect this little devil to be quite fierce.

The author has something to say:

Ming Yi: Very good, my daughter-in-law remembered my name, she is happy.