After setting up a stall on Tianqiao, the metaphysics boss made her money like crazy

Chapter 32
Du Hengqing is full of confidence. He has everything, and he has the most money.

No matter what Yan Qing likes, he can get it for him.

Du Hengqing was triumphant: A handsome man like himself, chasing a woman, is still easy to catch?

But the moment he clicked on Yan Qing's circle of friends, he was stunned.

I saw that the circle of friends opened a little bit, and there was only a large picture with white characters on a black background, with the text: Asking the hexagrams on WeChat, 60 yuan for a hexagram, answering questions with integrity, and picking up various houses to see Fengshui business. chat contact.

And the avatar is just a white picture avatar, with a personalized signature that reads: fortune-telling with integrity, no deception.

Du Hengqing fell silent for a moment... How about he build a temple for Yan Qing?

Confess her?

Is this a good match?
...

Just after taking a shower, Yan Qing, who was wearing a nightgown, walked out of the bathroom, and caught a glimpse of the screen of the mobile phone placed by the table lighting up.

While wiping her hair with a towel, she picked up the phone with the other hand to light up the screen, and glanced at it by the way.

It was the message from Du Hengqing who just added WeChat today, time and place.

Yan Qing glanced at it, then put the phone aside, and continued to wipe his hair.

After a while, the phone turned on again, and it was still a message from Du Hengqing.

Persevere: There is no temple, let me build one for you?
At first glance, Yan Qing frowned slightly, because she didn't understand it. After thinking about it for a while, she understood it and laughed. This Du Hengqing...

People are stupid and have a lot of money.

Yan Qing tapped his fingers and replied the message.

Yan Qing: The place where Taoists live is called a Taoist temple.

Then she threw the phone and towel on the table, picked up the empty cup on the table, and went out of the room and down the stairs.

As soon as he went downstairs, he ran into Yan Xiuwen who had just returned from outside.

Yan Xiuwen's face was tired. He rubbed the center of his brows with his fingertips a few times, and caught a glimpse of Yan Qing who came down from the stairs. He didn't wear the suspenders again, but this white vest nightdress was no better than the suspenders. Where to go.

The first thing you can see is a skin that is whiter than snow.

When passing by Yan Xiuwen, Yan Qing stopped for a moment and looked at him, "Little uncle seems to be out of spirits today, and his luck is not very good recently, do you want to make a fortune?"

"No money." She looked teasingly, her tone teasing.

However, Yan Xiuwen threw his own coat in his hand on Yan Qing's forehead, his voice was cold and low, "The housekeeper is not here, no one will take you to the hospital in the middle of the night when you are sick."

Yan Qing took off the jacket that blocked his sight from his forehead, and subconsciously glanced at the second floor, "Didn't Yan Zhen go back to school yet?"

The implication is that she is sick, and if Yan Xiuwen doesn't help to send her to the hospital, isn't there still Yan Zhen, the big brother?

Yan Xiuwen followed Yan Qing's line of sight to the second floor, the corners of his lips curled up, full of sarcasm, "You might as well count on a pig."

Yan Qing touched his chin immediately, "That's true."

She took advantage of the opportunity to put on Yan Xiuwen's coat, and a faint, wood-like scent lingered around the tip of her nose. This scent enveloped her whole body, which was not annoying.

Some are like the smell of old scrolls.

For no reason, it reminded Yan Qing of the scene she saw when she detected another heartbeat in Yan Xiuwen's body that day on the mountain.

Inexplicably close.

There is a mystery about him.

At this moment, an untimely "cuckoo" sound came from Yan Xiuwen's stomach.

Yan Xiuwen: "..."

Despite the embarrassment, his face remained calm.

After a busy day, he didn't eat lunch or dinner.

The Yan family never prepares supper, unless it is specially ordered. At this moment, the servants in the house are resting, and the housekeeper is not there. They are going home to visit relatives. There is not even a cook in this big house.

Yan Qing burst out laughing immediately, and she walked towards the kitchen, and when she was about to enter the kitchen, she turned around and asked, "Would you like noodles? I can only cook this, but I haven't cooked it once or twice, maybe it won't taste very good .”

Yan Xiuwen didn't change his expression, "Eat."

Compared with when they first met, the relationship between the two is obviously much better, at least they can talk calmly.

Yan Qing thinks so.

When Yan Xiuwen went downstairs to the kitchen after taking a shower, Yan Qing had just cooked the noodles, and put a bowl of noodles with vegetables and eggs on the kitchen table.

Yan Xiuwen was sitting at the table, looking down at the bowl of noodles in front of him.

Yan Qing sat down at the side, held the warm milk, and drank it in small sips. Seeing that Yan Xiuwen hadn't made a move, he thought he was disgusted, and explained, "I only found these in the refrigerator, and the little uncle condescended to put Just eat."

Yan Xiuwen didn't say a word, picked up the chopsticks next to him, picked up the noodles, took two bites, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

After a while, just when Yan Qing thought that her bowl of noodles was a failure, she heard Yan Xiuwen, who was bored, boasted unprecedentedly, "It's delicious."

But Yan Xiuwen's stern face made her almost think it was an auditory hallucination.

She drank her own milk in a good mood, a glass at night, her stomach was warm, and she could sleep well.

Yan Xiuwen had a bowl of noodles, and looked up at Yan Qing. She has a small frame. She is wearing her own clothes at the moment, and she looks like a small one. She looks easy to bully and deceive, Although he doesn't think so.

"I heard from Zhang Yixian that a boy approached you today."

His voice is gentle, and it sounds calm, stable and reliable.

Yan Qing frowned, "Officer Zhang?"

I have known Officer Xiao Zhang for so long, but this is the first time I know his name.

Yan Xiuwen nodded, "Added WeChat?"

Yan Qing smiled, "Hitting up a conversation is not counted, maybe you will come to me for fortune-telling and Feng Shui later, I added WeChat to facilitate future business contacts."

Yan Xiuwen stopped talking. From Zhang Yixian's words, Yan Qing was a cabbage waiting to be bullied by a pig.

Simple and deceitful little girl.

But judging from Yan Qing's reaction, it was clear that he regarded the boy as a big grievance who came to give money.

After a while, Yan Xiuwen stretched out his hand, "Give me the phone."

Yan Qing blinked, "What are you going to do?"

Yan Xiuwen: "Add WeChat."

The corner of Yan Qing's mouth curled up, "No."

She drank the last sip of milk in a good mood, got up, rinsed the glass, and poured a glass of plain water.

Yan Xiuwen said again, "Plus, I'll introduce you to business."

Yan Qing rolled his eyes, took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his nightgown without saying a word, quickly clicked on WeChat, and put it in Yan Xiuwen's hand, "Deal."

In the next second, Yan Xiuwen added his WeChat, and then switched to another page. He didn't know what he was messing with. When he returned it to Yan Qing, the bowl of noodles on the table had already bottomed out.

"Remember to wash the dishes."

He put the phone back on the table, got up and left the kitchen.

A transfer of 1000 yuan appeared on the chat page of the new friend. Yan Qing happily confirmed the payment, washed a bowl, 100 yuan, no loss.

That night, Yan Qing discovered that there was an extra software in his mobile phone that he had not installed before.

National Anti-Fraud Center.

She blinked: Did you install this software, why don't you remember?

　Daily question: Have you installed an anti-fraud APP on your mobile phone?

　　Daily question: Did you vote for today's recommendation?
　　


(End of this chapter)