Wife Please Be Obedient

Fortune-telling, if you ask "you count what I am thinking now" and "you count what I do next", it is purely to find fault, because it is like a medical examination in a hospital, which can only be checked if you are sick. Nothing can be counted as nothing.

Besides, I don't understand this stuff anyway.

The two stared at each other for a moment, why not curl their lips, "It's not counted."

"Why don't you let it go?" Qin Guanglin quit, stretched out his hand and shouted, "Quickly count it for me, do you need to see palmistry?"

"...You will go to work tomorrow, you can paint, and you can talk to colleagues."

Why not turn around angrily to prepare to cook, "Does this still count?"

"..."

Qin Guanglin scratched his chin and had nothing to refute.

Is it possible that there are real gods in the world?

Happened to be met by him?

This thing... **** it.

He sighed and lay down on the bed, his mind in a mess.

In any case, saving a family of three is the same as a living bodhisattva... it is a good thing.

But if he doesn't figure it out, he has to be stubborn in his heart, and he doesn't plan to tell the truth.

Tsk...Is this person who is ruining every day, a god?

Lost!

Before she came back that night, she bought a duck paw in advance... meticulously thinking-but the problem came again, why didn't she figure out that she would wake up and then secretly saw her calling?

Qin Guanglin looked at the ceiling blankly, trying to figure out what happened these days.

Why not come over and take a look at the meal, he is still lying on the bed like a dried fish.

"What did you eat out?"

"Hot Pot."

"Have you eaten? Would you like to eat more?"

"Stop eating...you can eat it, call me when you can't eat it." Qin Guanglin said lazily.

I didn't care about him anymore, sitting in the living room alone to eat.

The meal is over.

She didn't leave anything to Qin Guanglin. The food was clean. When she was washing the dishes, she saw Qin Guanglin pipia swinging the pendulum and running to the bathroom to take a bath.

"Oh, what are you doing?!"

Just after washing the dishes and returning to the bedroom, why not sit at the desk before taking out the homework pen, was picked up by Qin Guanglin and threw it on the bed.

"What do you mean?"

"..."

...

The matter is over.

Qin Guanglin resumed his appearance as a salted fish, considering the impact of marrying a great immortal.

It doesn't seem to have any effect, it's still very exciting...

It’s the company. Judging from her behavior and words, it seems that Chen Rui wants to ruin the company?

Or... will be pitted in the end?

Seeing why he was sitting at the table sorting out the lesson plans, his brows gradually frowned.

"My mouth is open, you have to listen to me."

Qin Guanglin remembered his words again, and his heart jumped.

This... it's a bit scary to think about it.

"What do you want?" Why not ask after finishing things, standing up and stretching, seeing him in a daze.

"It's nothing……"

Qin Guanglin shook his head, hesitated and said, "You said...how is my company now?"

"Huh? Isn't it that way... It would be nice if you don't work overtime."

"Oh."

"I'm so tired--" Why don't you lazily dangle in your pajamas to prepare for a bath, "I knew I wouldn't cook so many dishes for you at noon..."

"Aren't you a god?"

"What the gods can do every day?"

"Uh..." Qin Guanglin really didn't know what a fairy was like. He leaned on the head of the bed vigorously, and gestured: "Do you know how to spell?"

"You have a fever again?" Why didn't he touch his forehead suspiciously, carried his clothes out with a look of disgust, and ignored him.

The more you live, the more naive.

Qin Guanglin watched her hurriedly walk to the living room, and after a while, there was a sound of closing the bathroom door.

He turned over and lay down, and a question came out of his heart.

Do gods cry?

...

The next day.

Qin Guanglin was at the door, waiting at the door, so why not help himself to arrange his scarf and hat, hug it and go downstairs.

When he started the car and walked halfway to the company, he suddenly turned and called Chen Rui at the same time.

"What's the matter?"

Chen Rui's voice is still lazy when he wakes up, and there is no polite nonsense. The call on Monday morning, there must be something wrong.

"Take a time off."

"Oh... Then I have to go to the company now, are you driving?"

"Ok."

"Let's do this first."

Hanging up the phone with a few short sentences, Qin Guanglin drove the car toward the high speed.

It takes four hours to travel by long-distance bus from Los Angeles to Zhongnan, and it took five hours to drive by himself. At more than one in the afternoon, Qin Guanglin had arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Without wasting time, he took his mobile phone and climbed to the mountain gate to look around. The place where he came out to play last time has changed for an old man. After looking for a long time, he saw the person he was looking for in another corner.

"Master, why did you say that I will get married in three years last time?"

Qin Guanglin's words made the uncle wearing a mandarin jacket raise his head and looked at him carefully, "Who are you?"

"..."

"I didn't count ten but eight on this day... First take a look at the eight characters." The old man stretched out his hand and moved his fingers.

Qin Guanglin glanced left and right, sat on the horse in front of him, and talked about it. The old man took out his precious perpetual calendar again, looked it up for a while, took out a piece of paper and wrote it, then picked it up and looked at it. Cleared his throat and spoke.

"Mizuki was angry and wounded the official to make money. It's a good one. It's...Huh, it's you?" The old man remembered him at this moment, looked up and down for a moment, leaned back, raised his chin and said: "How is it? You wrote this back, right?"

"..."

Qin Guanglin suddenly had a faint suspicion when he saw his proud look. Is this stuff foolish?

"How do you think, why do you say that?"

"How can this cooking craft..."

Qin Guanglin pulled out Grandpa Zhang Mao and asked him to stop the sound. He smiled and drew him to shave off Grandpa’s collar, and said, “Hey, this is simple. Ming media is getting married, it's hard to get married."

"Then how do you tell that my dad left early?"

"This is another secret...Hey, this one is simple too, look, Nian Zhu is very strong, he has no money, and he is tortured..."

The old man received two hundred in a few minutes, and he shook out all his eating skills with a smile. Anyway, it was useless to learn this stuff. It was just to die.

Qin Guanglin nodded thoughtfully, as if he understood, but in fact did not understand a word.

But if he didn't understand, he didn't understand, he said so well, he believed in 80% of his heart, and Meng could not speak so many ways.

"Do you understand?" The old man brushed his fingers on two Grandpa Mao, and said cheerfully: "What else do you want to know?"

"You fortune teller, is there a way to figure out how many moles there are on a person? Where have they been scratched?" Qin Guanglin asked.

"impossible!"

"Then is there a way to figure out what year, month, day and time in someone's house, the whole family will have gas?"

"It's even more impossible!" The old man rolled his eyes, "You have to say which year there will be an accident, there will be a catastrophe, I can figure it out for you, and with a little effort, it can be accurate to spring, summer, autumn and winter.

You have to say which month and day, let alone the time, to the precise day, it will have to be the gods coming over—no, do you think this is too mysterious? There really is such a living god, I will kowtow to him! The kind of bang. "

"Really impossible?" Qin Guanglin looked at him suspiciously, "It's not that you can't do it, right?"

"..."

The old man was not happy, "You look for it, find out, I not only kowtow, I also give you all the money, ten times."

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Qin Guanglin pointed to his face, and motioned for the money in his hand, "I spent two hundred yuan to tease you? — I saw someone figure it out, the scar on my ankle..."

He said that he lifted his trouser legs and showed it to the old man, "There are also moles on the thighs...I can't show this to you, and someone else’s house had an accident in the middle of the night. You can know that after falling asleep after a thousand miles— —I saw it with my own eyes."

The old man fell into deep thought looking at the money in his hand, and after a long time he shook his head vigorously, "Impossible, I dare to twist my head off and bet you, you can knock as many times as you want..." He paused and looked up at Qin. Guanglin said, "That person... said he did the calculation?"

"Yes."

"...If there is such a person as you are talking about, then..." The old man smacked his mouth. After thinking about it, there is only one explanation that makes sense, "Have you heard of the fox, the yellow, the white, and the willow?"

"Huh? What is that?"

"Fox fairy, Huang Xian, Bai Xian, Liu Xian, Hui Xian-you have met the fairy family."

Qin Guanglin looked at him with an affirmative expression, moved his **** forward, and pulled out a hundred more, "Explain? Isn't this still a fortune? Is it true that there are gods?"

"Tsk...this is different from fortune-telling." The old man happily collected the money, looked up at the sky, and looked around at the few tourists. He sat upright and pointed to his booth and said, "This is me. It’s a game of rationality. It pays attention to the prosperity and decline of the five elements. It is strictly a science. Don’t laugh. This is science. Every word and every word can be rationalized. There is no way to be too precise. Home is different..."

The uncle curled his lips and said, "They are playing mysteriously, and they don't use anything. You can tell at a glance... There are many people in the Northeast who do this—"

"Hey, I don't want to know this, I just want to know this fairy house, what is it?"

"Don't say this to the fortune-teller you said... You will be miserable if you provoke someone else--" the old man warned in a low voice, then paused and continued: "Fox Huang Bai Liu Hui, that's Fox, weasel, hedgehog, snake, mouse... The fairy family is a nice name, it is attached to a person, it is a little bit psychic... This thing is mysterious, I have not touched it, anyway, you are far away Just click."

"Wait, you say, snake?" Qin Guanglin touched his chin, a little thoughtful.

"Well, it's Liuxian." The old man nodded.

After a moment of silence, Qin Guanglin regained his senses, "You...Xianjia right? Will she get sick and take medicine? Sleeping pills?"

"?"

The old man looked confused.

"Yes, will she cry?"

"?"

The old man continued to look confused.

"Eh... forget it, wait..." Qin Guanglin stood up and sat down, "Is this thing going away from its place?"

"Well... there is such a saying." Seeing that he finally raised a serious question, the old man replied with a serious look at Qian's face: "Usually it is in his own home. If you run too far, you can't continue to borrow. ..."

"Oh~"

Qin Guanglin blinked and straightened up, feeling that he had touched the truth.

He licked his lips, looked at the old man and said: "Okay, do you have anything else to say?"

"?"

The old man continued to be confused, "No, is there anything else you want to ask? This is my booth, you have to ask."

"Oh, it's gone for a while."

Qin Guanglin thought for a while as if there was nothing to ask. He just stood up and clapped his hands and prepared to leave, but saw the old man looking at the paper in his hand and pondering, and said: "Wait, I really have something to say, it's worth a few hundred dollars. Give it to you for the sake of face."

"Oh?"

"Ten years later, you have to be careful, there is a catastrophe waiting for you."

Qin Guanglin was startled when he heard the words, then sat down again, "What kind of robbery?"

"I don't know. It must be a major event. In short, you should pay more attention. It is best not to travel far, take a high-speed train, or something... avoid it if you can."

"Aren't you a monk? You know I'm going to have an accident, and don't say what it is." Qin Guanglin was unwilling, "What's the matter?"

"I have said that I pay attention to science, and I can't see that detail... Or ask the fairy house you know, maybe it knows." The old man touched his chin to give him advice, "I can only see it here. You have to have something to say, it’s not good, maybe it’s a sickness or something to perform an operation, maybe it’s a fall from somewhere and a **** head...

Hey, don't stare at me, I'm like a doctor. I'm so sick to be honest with you. If you don't tell me it will be boring, right? You don’t want to listen. "

Seeing that this kid was pleasing to the eye, he reminded him that he had known that he shouldn't worry about it.

He twisted his mouth to tear the paper, threw it into the cardboard box next to him, and said, "Go slowly."

"Okay, when I go back and ask the Xianjia, I will know that you are not accurate."

Qin Guanglin stood up with his hands in his pockets and prepared to go back, turned his head and looked at the gate of the mountain, paused, and walked up the mountain again.

...

Under the wishing tree.

Perhaps it was the end of the year. There were more people praying than Qin Guanglin's last time.

The wishing cards were hung densely in the trees. He followed his memory and flipped dozens of cards before finally finding the one he had hung up.

Graduating early.

Looking at the above four words, Qin Guanglin smiled. There should be no second person who is like him.

I don’t know if it’s a graduation...

With emotion in his heart, his gaze fell on the next piece and slowly stretched out his hand to open it.

Anya?

Qin Guanglin was stunned, and then casually opened a few pieces next to him. There were only two wishing cards with no names on them, saying wishing family well-being.

Which one is hers? Or why not get squeezed away?

He frowned and looked at the surroundings again, and finally stopped when he noticed the sight of others.

I don't know what wish she has made...I want to help satisfy it.

Qin Guanglin muttered in his heart and left in a hurry.