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Chapter 163 Materialistic Fortune Telling
Now that Yang Zi patted Ding Feisi's head in public, everyone saw more than just stroking his head.

Could it be that the handsome guy just now is really just friends with Fei Da, and Yang Zi is Fei Da's new boyfriend?

Huge news.

The facade was robbed, and the forum board of the School of Chemistry had to be blown up.

Ding Feisi did not resist Yang Zi's head touching, although she was not used to it, but she was trying to adapt.

"Are you going to have a game with me?"

Yang Zi immediately agreed, he was dressed too modernly, he was out of place among the crowd, especially the hair color and earrings.

It's true that it's cool and trendy, and it's also true that the style of painting is completely different from everyone else.

Yang Zi is the vice president who hosted the event, but he himself is not that cold about the national style, and he does not plan to participate in the event, and he does not wear Hanfu like everyone else.

But when he played chess with Ding Feisi, the picture became more and more harmonious for no reason.

Even one ancient and one modern.

Even the more I looked at it, the more I felt that the two looked alike.

It's over, what does it feel like.

Are these two husband and wife?

No, at first they thought that Zhu Ye and Fei Da were a couple, why did they go astray more and more!

Ding Feisi couldn't beat Yang Zi, but Yang Zi released the water so quietly that even Ding Feisi didn't notice that Yang Zi released the water.

When she found out that she had won, Ding Feisi was so happy that she wanted to jump up, but considering that there were people around, she still sat there pretending to be reserved, "I won by luck."

Yang Zi put the chess pieces back into the chess box, his eyes were bright, bright and flowing, Ruifeng's eyes were romantic, and there was a smile in his eyes: "You play well."

Being praised by someone whose strength is actually much higher than his own, Ding Feisi smiled at Yang Zi from the bottom of his heart under the light.

The hair strands are soaked in bright light, reflecting luster.

From the picture, there is actually a lingering feeling of falling in love through time and space.

The people around felt a thump in their hearts, the picture was so beautiful that they couldn't help falling into it.

It seems... It seems that this combination is also good?

Yang Zi got up, and couldn't help stroking Ding Feisi's head again, gently, like rubbing a kitten, but didn't dare to use force, for fear of messing up her sister's bun and making her look unattractive.

Compared with the one just now, Yang Zi's actions undoubtedly made people feel that they had crossed the line. How could there be such contact with the one just now?
That handsome guy in white didn't touch his head and smile dotingly like Fei Da did!
And Fei Da is not disgusted, but also shy!
Hell, could it be that God Yang is the current official?It's still the kind that doesn't need to avoid suspicion at all!

Could it be that their bloody scumbag has no chance at all...

Although he was still called a scumbag, he was very successful in whitewashing. Zhu Ye was no longer a scumbag in the hearts of most people, only a small number still insisted on the original view.

Yang Zi said softly, "Do you want to play something else?"

Ding Feisi nodded vigorously,
"Let's go for a walk in the street."

The street she was talking about was not the street outside, but the school road in the park that had been turned into an ancient style street. Many students set up stalls here to earn extra money tonight.

Some make sugar figurines, sell sachets, bracelets, red bean beads, and small accessories such as folding fans.

The most outrageous thing is that there are two fortune tellers on the street.

Wearing a Taoist robe and two beards, he sat on the side of the road with a flag next to it.Put a lottery bucket, and some things to ward off evil spirits.

He looked good, but the fortune-teller looked a little funny, Ding Feisi tugged at the corner of Yang Zi's clothes, his eyes full of anticipation: "Let's do the math."

Facing his younger sister's longing eyes, Yang Zi said dotingly: "Okay."

As soon as Ding Feisi and Yang Zi sat down, the fortune teller sitting behind the table had already started fooling around.

But the problem is, it's very accurate.

"You two should be siblings, right?"

Ding Feisi was taken aback: "Do we look so alike?"

It's obviously not that similar, it looks like it can be seen at a glance.

The little fortune teller also said to the point: "Girl, are you married?"

Ding Feisi was shocked: "Can you see this?"

"You are wearing a ring, the old man is not blind."

"..."

Ding Feisi said with a complex expression: "Sir, you really... have sharp eyes."

The fortune teller pushed the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and spoke confidently: "That is."

"Then can you read my palm for me, sir?"

The fortune teller closed the paper fan: "Of course."

"Stretch out your hand, old man, and have a look."

Freshmen who are obviously in their early twenties, maybe even freshmen, but they talk to each other, their appearance is quite funny.

Ding Feisi had no idea to figure it out, just for fun, she stretched out her hand, supported the frame of the sunglasses opposite, pulled up the sunglasses, looked at her hands carefully, and exclaimed: "What a deep noble line, It's the first time I've seen someone with such a deep noble line, it seems that you can easily meet noble people."

The last fortune teller said the same thing.

It seems that she is probably really lucky, this little gentleman still has some skills.

Mr. Xiao carefully looked over inch by inch,
"Put your thumbs apart a little, and let the old man see your fortune... um... yes, you are a rich man."

"The marriage is consummated, and the career line is also very good."

"However, the palm lines between the life line and the wisdom line are messy, you have to pay attention to your heart and liver, don't get angry, don't stay up late, go to the hospital for an examination if you have nothing to do, and if there is a smoker around you, tell him to quit immediately , otherwise your liver can't withstand second-hand smoke, and your palmistry can't stand it."

Ding Fei thought of the old smoker in his 20s who smoked as naturally as he ate.

That's right, it's time for Zhu Ye to quit smoking.

Ding Feisi suddenly found a good way to make Zhuye quit smoking, and he was in a good mood.

The fortune teller looked at her face again, and couldn't help praising her: "You have a hard life."

Ding Feisi: "..."

She spoke with difficulty,

"Is the next sentence going to say I'm Kefu?"

The fortune teller waved his hand,
"Your husband is very good, but your heir is not very good. But don't think that the child is yours, maybe the child itself deserves this bad luck."

Ding Feisi's heart sank suddenly, "Is there a way to remedy it?"

"Is the child bound to die?"

The fortune teller made a calculation: "Don't be afraid, this child has no grievances. If it really dies, it will be a happy funeral and a happy thing."

Dingfaith why,

"Why... it will be a happy event."

The fortune teller waved his hand,
"Oh, I have said things that are not necessarily certain. If, what is an if, it is something that you may avoid if you are well prepared."

Mr. Xiao put on the sunglasses again,

"You and your lover are predestined fate in the previous life. A child is destined to suffer bad luck. The child died in the previous life. If he comes back in this life, maybe you can protect him?"

The more he said it, the more mysterious it became, but Ding Feisi's heart hung up uncontrollably.

Obviously she also knows that these gods and ghosts can't be trusted, but she still feels nervous.

Mr. Xiao suddenly became serious,
"In the previous life, your husband owed you a lot. You will pay off the debt in this life. Don't be afraid that your child will leave. Your husband will treat you very well at the end of this life. You will have other children."

"I'll change it for you, but it's just..."

Mr. Xiao talked and stopped talking.

Ding Fei hesitated, "I'll add money."

Mr. Xiao flicked his bangs pretendingly, "Actually, your child has already arrived."

Ding Feisi widened his eyes in disbelief: "!!!"

Yang Zi: "!!!"

"what happened!"

Yang Zi also looked at Ding Feisi's stomach in disbelief, it was flat as hell.

It is impossible to imagine that there is a small life in it.

Ding Feisi was also dumbfounded, but thinking of the day when Zhu Xianxiong told him about Zhu Ye's life experience, she subconsciously wanted to vomit.

She thought she was disgusted, but she was pregnant? ?
Ding Feisi looked shocked: "Sir, are you serious?"

Yang Zi was even more shocked. He couldn't accept the fact that his sister looked like a child but wanted to give birth to another man.

His sister is only in her early twenties, beast!

He's going to fight Zhu Ye!
Seeing that both of them misunderstood, the fortune teller quickly stopped them, "Hey, hey, what are you thinking, I didn't say that this child is in her belly."

Yang Zi couldn't believe it even more.

"Could it be in another woman's stomach?"

Yang Zi, who has always been as gentle as jade, is gnashing his teeth in his heart at this moment, it's fine, Zhu Ye, just wait.

The fortune teller hurriedly said: "Where, this child has already been born and is being raised by your sister."

Ding Feisi: "?"

But as soon as she had doubts, she suddenly realized something.

...Xiaoyan?
The child who might die... is Xiaoyan?

Yang Zi didn't know about Xiaoyan's existence, but couldn't believe it: "He still asked you to raise a child for him?"

What can be endured and what can't be endured!
Ding Feisi quickly grabbed Yang Zi's clothes, "No, it's a child I adopted with leukemia."

Her tone became low: "Mr. Xiao is actually very accurate. It is true that there is a high possibility of premature death."

But she raised her head and looked at the fortune teller with hope: "But the master said, there is a chance to avoid it, isn't it?"

The fortune teller nodded affirmatively.

The big stone in Yang Zi's heart was relieved at this moment, and he comforted Ding Feisi: "Don't worry, I will help him find the best doctor and send him to the best hospital. If he can't be cured in China, he can find a foreign doctor."

Feeling warm at the tip of his heart, Ding Feisi nodded gently and slowly like a feather falling on the water.

When the fortune teller counted Yang Zi, he said that Yang Zi was an open-minded person, even if he suffered any injuries, he could adjust and get out of it.

Therefore, you have a long life, your career line is also very good, and your marriage will last forever.

The fortune teller praised the good luck of the siblings again, then suddenly coughed twice and stopped talking.

Ding Feisi understood: "Sir, I'll sweep you."

The fortune teller waved his hand: "I didn't bring my mobile phone, and I didn't call the merchant code."

"Then how to pay?"

The fortune teller secretly took out a POS machine, as if he was afraid of being seen by the crowd of colleagues next to him, he covered his mouth with his palm and whispered: "Swipe the card."

Ding Feisi: "..."

Sure enough, Huada has a large number of talents, and even uses POS machines to set up stalls.

Ding Feisi wore a Hanfu, and there was no place to put her card, let alone a card, she didn't even bring any change.

Yang Zi swiped the card decisively.

If you don't brush, you don't know, and you will be shocked by swiping.

Ding Feisi was startled,

"So expensive!"

8000 yuan!
The fortune teller justly pointed to the colleague next door who had a very good business,

"Do you know why his business is so good?"

Ding Feisi immediately asked: "Why?"

The fortune teller counted with his fingers, "Look, he only needs fifty for one person, how much can fifty give you?"

"At most, he can tell you that your marriage is good and your career line is good. For this kind of thing, you can look up palmistry charts on the Internet and learn it in 2 minutes. I am different. I learned it from an old Taoist on the mountain. Look, am I right?" Is everything accurate?"

That's indeed... quite accurate.

And only now did she see that on the fortune teller's booth, it was clearly written that the starting price for fortune telling was five thousand.

This is a clearly marked price, not a scam.

No wonder there are so few people, everyone probably won't come because of the price.

Ding Fei thought for a while, you get what you pay for, fortune-telling is such an eye-opener, the more you talk, the better the fortune-teller's own luck, and it should be more expensive.

And, really well said.

She took out her mobile phone, "Mr. Xiao, if you leave me your contact information, I will add you, and I will count on you in the future."

Mr. Xiao pinched the two fake beards around his mouth, and smoothly reported a series of numbers to her. After she searched, her expression gradually became a little stagnant.

Seeing her staring at the phone without moving, Yang Zi asked curiously, "What's the matter, is there any problem?"

Ding Feisi pointed to the other party's nickname displayed on the phone, and said with difficulty in disbelief: "Marx Academy Lan Xing?"

Mr. Xiao said to himself: "It is next."

Ding Feisi was completely incomprehensible,
"Do you believe in Marx or in theology?"

The fortune teller raised his folding fan and said chicly:
"I believe in both, no conflict. Marx was a Westerner. It's normal for us to be ignorant of Eastern theology. Didn't the West also have an era when religion ruled the country? Even if he survived, he might not dare to deny us outright. At the same time, we should maintain our traditional Chinese virtues."

This explanation made Ding Feisi sigh.

Any college can accept it, but the Marx College is completely beyond Ding Feisi's thinking.

Those who study materialism actually come out to set up a fortune-telling booth.

Huada really has a lot of wonderful things.

It's even more outrageous than the one in the sports academy who went to the draft to earn pocket money and made his debut at the c position.

The strongest move in that gymnasium is to do twenty back handsprings in a row. I didn't expect it to come in handy when the opponent could do back handsprings.

Just turn it out of the circle.

He did it so fast that he couldn't even see how many he made through photography, only one figure turned over the floor.

He slapped that opponent who likes to pretend, that opponent has a bad temper and steals tickets, suppressing his teammates. Fans of other players have long been disgusted with him.

And the brother from the Huada Sports Institute did dozens of backflips on the spot so straight up, and directly slapped the opponent in the face.

He almost killed the fans whose players had been bullied.

In that issue, the votes of that brother in the sports academy soared.

It was discovered that he had a very good personality, worked hard, and didn't know how to go to school. His fans rose all the way, and finally debuted at the c position, and his popularity failed.

Outrageous ah outrageous.

How come Huada is always producing some amazing things!

According to Edin Firth, this person who came here to tell fortunes under the aura of the Marx Academy was not at all inferior to that brother from the Sports Academy!
(End of this chapter)