My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Thinking so, Ming Yi turned and ran out of the study.

Seeing him go out without saying a word, Cao Xuanhe didn't come back for a long time, so he got up and walked out of the study.

On the sofa in the living room, the little ghost turned his back to him, with his head hanging down, revealing a white and tender neck.

The man approached, put his palms there unconsciously and rubbed them, leaned over and lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the flat plate that the kid placed on his thighs.

Tactic 15: Tune the tiger away from the mountain.

"..."

Why are you still serious about this.

Cao Xuanhe sighed helplessly, and asked, "Didn't you say you want to lend money to your friends? Why are you suddenly reading?"

Ming Yi lowered his head and replied: "See if there is any method in the book that can calmly send money to the parents of the tuberculosis ghost. Like me, he does not have a bank card in Yangjian."

Cao Xuanhe reached out, took the tablet away from his hand, tapped it a few times, and put it back in his hand

Ming Yi glanced at the words on the screen.

Tactic 31: Beauty trick

He asked puzzledly, "What do you mean?"

What does transferring money reasonably have anything to do with beauty tricks?

Cao Xuanhe didn't have too much hope for the kid's IQ report, so he walked around the sofa, sat down on the single sofa next to him, and said, "I can help."

When Ming Yi heard the words, his expression lit up, and he suddenly realized.

That's right, Cao Xuanhe is a living person, he must have a way to send the money away!

"young married woman!"

Ming Yi threw the tablet aside, pounced on it, sat on top of him, and said, "Quickly think of a reason and send the money over!"

Cao Xuanhe took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around the kid's waist to prevent him from falling: "Yes."

Seeing that he agreed, Ming Yi was very happy, and kissed his slightly raised lips: "Then it will be a hard work for my daughter-in-law."

He paused and realized: "Is this a beauty trick?"

The smile on Cao Xuanhe's lips deepened, and he said again: "You are fine, there is no need to force yourself to do things you don't like."

Ming Yi: "But I'm not smart enough."

Cao Xuanhe asked back: "Where is it not smart?"

Ming Yi wanted to say that he was cheated that night, but before he could say anything, Cao Xuanhe cut him off.

"People are not sages and sages. It's normal to make mistakes. Besides, you didn't let the evil spirit go in the end."

"If it's possible, I hope you can always be like this, think simple, open a little every day, it's good."

Ming Yi blinked and blinked: "Really?"

Cao Xuanhe nodded: "Really."

Ming Yi was silent for half a second, then frowned and said, "Daughter-in-law, do you know there is a word called flattery."

"If you go on like this, you will kill me."

Cao Xuanhe: "No."

The little ghost just thinks simple, but he is always sober in the face of big right and wrong.

Besides, if it is not out of helplessness, who is willing to take one step and count as ten steps.

Ming Yi thought for a while, nodded and said, "Indeed, although I'm not particularly smart, I'm not stupid either, otherwise I wouldn't be able to fall in love with you at a glance."

"I'm a kid, and I don't have to worry about food or clothing. Even after reading these books, when I'm reincarnated, I'll have a bowl of Meng Po soup, and everything will have to start over."

Once he figured it out, Ming Yi no longer made things difficult for himself.

Although he didn't want to admit it, reading a book was really not something he enjoyed.

That night, the familiar music of Xiaoxiaole and Doudizhu played again in the living room.

The next day, Cao Xuanhe took the initiative to contact the parents of the tuberculosis ghost.

He told them that he once owed their eldest son a sum of money, but then he died and the two lost contact.

Now that he has earned the money, he hopes to meet them and return the money to them.

The two old people felt that this kind of pie-in-the-sky thing was unrealistic, and worried that the man was a fraudster, so they dared not agree to the appointment.

Cao Xuanhe simply set the meeting place at the district police station, pulled a suitcase there, and asked the other party to count the amount in front of the police.

Finally, with the help of the police, they quickly counted the 30 yuan, and the person who gave the money had already left silently.

Afterwards, Ming Yi told the tuberculosis ghost that the money had been sent to him. Although it had been many years, when the two old people mentioned him, their eyes still turned red.

The tuberculosis ghost couldn't hold back, and sobbed on the phone.

"Ming Yi, thank you very much, I, I don't even know how to repay you."

Ming Yi said indifferently: "Hey, it's not a big deal. If you feel that you owe me favors and feel sorry, then you have time to go for a walk on the street with curly hair and flat head to maintain order in the underworld. The evil spirits, call me, get the bounty, and we will share it equally."

The consumptive ghost agreed without hesitation.

In the next few days, the matter of the Yan family was completely settled.

The eldest son of the Yan family had a funeral, and half of the antique circle went there.

Although the second son woke up, he could only roll his eyeballs, and was completely paralyzed in a daze.

After losing two sons in a row, Yan Chengxi couldn't stand the blow and suffered a cerebral infarction. Although he was rescued, he also sat in a wheelchair and couldn't speak fluently.

The originally prestigious Yan family collapsed overnight, leaving behind only two daughters-in-law and a few grandchildren who were not yet adults.

It was rumored in the antique circle whether the Yan family had offended some powerful person.

It even became a meme, but you must not do anything, otherwise you will end up in a miserable end like the Yan family.

In the next few days, if Cao Xuanhe had something to do, he would take Ming Yi to deal with it.

I came back early, and I will catch up on sleep at home tomorrow afternoon, and go out for a walk in the evening.

It was late when he came back, so Ming Yi honestly lay down next to Cao Xuanhe to sleep.

But every time it's not just sleeping, Ming Yi wonders if his daughter-in-law has held back too much in the past few decades, and now it's like a volcanic eruption, out of control.

This afternoon, he was catching up on sleep when he suddenly received a call from his mother.

On the other end of the phone, Ming's mother cried and scolded him for being heartless. She actually didn't even want her own parents because of some boyfriend.

Ming Yi had a headache from being scolded, but after thinking about it carefully, he had indeed not gone back to visit for a long time.

He told Cao Xuanhe, and as soon as it got dark, he slipped back to the cemetery and had a meal with his parents.

Maybe because they knew about Ming Yi's determination, they didn't mention the matter of love again at the dinner table.

So the food was quite harmonious. After eating, Ming Yi stopped by the Town God's Temple to see his grandfather.

The other party was still busy as usual, the large desk was full of files, Ming Yi teased him a few words, and then left.

On the way home, Ming Yi hummed a little tune in a good mood. He saw that the time was still early, and he was hesitating whether to go home directly or take a turn around and walk on the street for a while?

Then he vaguely saw a pair of feet stretching out on the side of the road in the distance.

When Ming Yi got closer, he realized that it was a female corpse.