overbearing

Just as Yang Yuran was about to touch the amulet with her fingertips, she felt disrespectful.

He opened the glove box, took out a wet towel and wiped his ten fingers repeatedly, held up the amulet solemnly, held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

From the perspective of carving, it belongs to the same category as XZ Tsa Tsa Buddha, and the front is engraved with the gods and dharma.She saw that Zhou Yuanyuan brought the same thing, and every month Zhou Yuanyuan always talked about the unlucky days, she would invite out the amulet.

You need to be very careful when wearing it, and it can't be stained with dirty water, and it can't be exposed when going to the toilet.

"Did you and Yuanyuan go to Thailand to beg?"

Yang Yuran had to ask the source clearly, so as not to make Zhou Yuanyuan unhappy after accepting it.

"Yuanyuan's was begged by Uncle Zhou. The amulet in your hand was given to me by my friend. He knew an eminent monk in a Thai temple."

It doesn't matter if it doesn't come from the same place, Yang Yuran put it on with peace of mind, opened the collar of the shirt and put it close to the body.

It is amazing to say that the amulet does not feel cold when applied to the skin, it is very smooth.The faint scent of incense diffuses, giving people a sense of peace of mind.

"Thank you, I'll wear it for a few days first, and return it to you when I stop having nightmares."

Yang Yuran was worried that Qin Muyu would not accept the used thing, so he found a better way to return the gift: "Or I can ask someone to help you get another one."

"Amulets are not suitable for repeated conversions, and I have never encountered evil spirits, so it is useless to come."

Qin Muyu raised his hand to stroke the fluffy hair on Yang Yuran's head, and tempted the little greedy cat with delicious food: "Shall we go home after eating some Japanese food?"

"Great."

Yang Yuran happily agreed, and whispered the disappointment in a second: "I can't go back to the apartment today. My mother asked me to go back to the old house. It seems that I have something to explain to me."

"Well, I'll take you there after eating." Qin Muyu started the car.

Yang Yuran put his hands across his clothes, crossed and lightly pressed the place where the amulet was, closed his eyes, and prayed sincerely.

"Please bless me to sleep well tonight, sorry for the mistake, please bless me to sleep well every day."

"It will be useful, don't worry, my friend donates a lot of money to the temple every year, it's useless, I asked him to demolish it."

The cruel guarantee undoubtedly attracted fans' punches. Yang Yuran punched twice, and seriously warned the unrestrained man: "There is a god three feet above the head, don't talk nonsense, the god will get angry."

Qin Muyu seemed to be in a good mood to make Yang Yuran's serious and small appearance amused, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he agreed softly: "Okay, I won't talk anymore, keep your mouth open and eat sweet shrimp later."

"Yeah, I like arctic sweet shrimp the most."

Yang Yuran happily agreed, her eyes dimmed, and she jokingly asked, "I remember you said in the morning that the nightmares were caused by calcium deficiency. Now that I have the blessing of the amulet, can I drink fruit juice in the morning?"

"Wait until you don't have nightmares anymore, I'll exchange it for you."

Qin Muyu seemed to answer, but he didn't seem to answer.

The two arrived in Inedo before ten o'clock, dragging the chef to work overtime for more than an hour.

After satisfying her hunger, Yang Yuran hitchhiked back to the old house.

"Put me at the door, I'll walk in, you go back to rest early."

Yang Yuran unbuckled her seat belt, picked up the bag from under her feet and put it on her shoulder.

"No hurry, I'll send you to the main building."

Qin Muyu pressed the horn, and the gate was lifted upwards.The doorman on the night shift has always been like this. He doesn't ask for a good car, and he doesn't drive a bad car.

Yang Yuran didn't have time to stop it, the car had already circled the European fountain.

"Thank you for taking me back."

There should be no less courtesy.

"Go back to warm up and drink before going to sleep."

Qin Muyu conjured up a can of milk out of nowhere and handed it to her.

Yang Yuran resisted pushing back, shaking her head like a rattle.

Seeing that the other party didn't move at all, and she insisted on letting her take it, she found a reasonable 'white lie': "I have it at home, I asked the servant to warm it up for me."

"Save this can for tomorrow morning."

Qin Muyu didn't allow her to refuse, and put the milk on her lap.

She weighs 97 jins and has a rebellious 90 jins, how can she arrange annoying things along with the other party.He picked up the milk and put it back on the opponent's lap, and put his hands up early to resist the persistent Qin milkman.

While the two were pushing and shoving, Yang Yuran saw a terrifying scene out of the corner of his eye.

Mother Yang stood in front of the car, looking at their ongoing 'intimacy' with probing eyes.

Immediately, Yang Yuran stopped his deadly actions, showed an innocent smile to Mother Yang, squeezed out the tissue from between his teeth and threw it to Qin Muyu: "Open the door, I'll deal with it, you hurry up and drive away."

With a click, the door opens automatically.

Yang Yuran jumped out of the car and ran to Mother Yang's side, holding her mother's arm, trying to confuse the public by being coquettish.

"Mom, why don't you rest?"

Mother Yang looked straight ahead and asked, "Who are you?"

Mother Yang's voice was calm, and she could not hear any emotion, but Yang Yuran panicked.

Because the question was obviously not about her, she turned her head to where Yang's mother was looking, and asked the troublemaker with depressed lips: What are you doing down here?

Qin Muyu's moderately thick lips moved slightly first, and he also answered her with his lips: I will handle it.

Immediately afterwards, the slender man approached calmly, met Yang's mother's examining gaze, and introduced himself with an elegant smile.

"Hello, my name is Qin Muyu. I have a double Ph.D. degree in Finance from Columbia University. I'm currently working in the same company as Yuran. We worked overtime late today, so I took her to have a quick meal. Sorry, I brought her back so late. "

Yang Yuran couldn't help but give Qin Muyu a thumbs up. This is an art of speech.

First of all, the status of the leader is not mentioned as superior to others, and the mention of education will only make the parents feel simple.When Yang's mother learned about Qin Muyu's position from Yang Yuran later, she would have a great impression of recognition. She felt that this person was very low-key, which at least proved that she didn't mess around with dubious people.

Of course, this is a later story. The key is to use overtime and a hasty meal to explain her late return and reduce the chance of her being scolded.

"Well, thank you, you should go back early at night."

Mother Yang's expression became much more relaxed, and Yang Yuran heaved a sigh of relief.

"Ok."

Qin Muyu turned around and returned to the car, started the car smoothly and left.

Yang Yuran helped Yang's mother into the main building, obediently reminding her from time to time.

"Mom, watch your step, there are steps ahead."

"He likes you?"

The sudden words made Yang Yuran almost stumble on his left and right feet in shock, and fell on the steps he reminded.

Yang Yuran adjusted her steps and replied in a very casual tone: "We are just ordinary friends."

"Ordinary friends specially sent you back at night?" Yang's mother glanced at her dishonest daughter, and resorted to aggressive methods: "Are you going to ask him to cooperate with you in attending the family banquet the day after tomorrow?"

The truth will be exposed sooner or later. If you can hide from the first day of junior high school, but not the fifteenth day, Yang Yuran admitted in a muffled voice, "Yes."

Mother Yang grabbed Yang Yuran's wrist, and the two stopped at the corner of the second floor of the spiral staircase.

"You have met more than a dozen blind dates, and you didn't ask any of them for help. Instead, you found this Qin Muyu. You also have special feelings for him, right?"

Mother Yang stared deeply at her daughter, her pair of delicate eyes seemed to want to see through all her thoughts.

Looking back at Mother Yang's standard oval face, although it is not as graceful and charming as when she was young, with all the wrinkles outlining virtuousness and kindness, it vividly reflects a famous saying that time never defeats a beauty.

Yang Yuran believes that beauty is the charm corresponding to the age, not Baiyan who relies on injections of hyaluronic acid and botulinum toxin to maintain her youthful appearance, and dare not go out without putting on makeup.

It's a pity that Yang's father can only be superficially greedy for the superficial beauty, and doesn't know how to appreciate the real beauty.

"Yuran, mother asked you." She asked again with concern.

Yang Yuran stubbornly used Zhou Yuanyuan's hidden secrets to block Yang's mother: "Mom, don't worry about Qin Muyu, no matter how famous he is, he has an owner. Yuanyuan likes him, and I will not have a love relationship with him."

Mother Yang's face turned livid, and she asked in a low voice, "If you have a master, come and recruit you? His character is so bad."

Yang Yuran's mind was in a daze, and it seemed that she had overdone it. If she left an indelible bad impression on Mother Yang, Qin Muyu had acted humbly before, and she would have to find a new partner the night after tomorrow.

trouble!

"Mom, don't rush to draw conclusions. The situation is like this. Yuanyuan likes him, and he doesn't like Yuanyuan, and he told Yuanyuan clearly. Currently, he and I are cooperating on two large projects worth over [-] million yuan, so we should keep close contact. .”

The half-truth and half-false explanation did not bring ease, but made Yang's mother's expression more ambiguous.

"Through what you said and my mother's observation of him, my mother can be sure that he likes you. If this man has no deep hope with Yuanyuan, you should take care of it. When this family banquet is over, you call him out for a drink." Afternoon tea, mom should have a good chat with him."

Yang Yuran raised her hands to cover her mouth and yawned, evading with slurred words: "I'm as busy as a dog every day, so I don't have time for afternoon tea. Okay, Mom, you have nothing to explain, I'm going to sleep."

"Go ahead. Mom was afraid that you couldn't find someone to attend the banquet. I thought it would be impossible to ask Xiao Yin to come over and help. If there is a suitable candidate, Mom can rest assured."

Yang's mother changed her stern expression and smiled happily to help Yang Yuran open the bedroom door.

Yang Yuran said good night and hid in the house.Probably laying in bed under the shower thinking about the unfinished tasks of the evening, taking a name.

Thoughts entered an endless loop with no results, and soon let Fangde fall asleep.

The scene in the dream remains the same, the old valley, the bad elves, and the naughty nine-tailed fox.

The only thing that has changed is that Yang Yuran is shrouded in a faint yellow light, and her body shape is much bigger than before.In terms of size alone, it can compete with Sao Bao.

With the bargaining chip to change the outcome of the failure, Yang Yuran bravely rushed forward and fought with Saobao, threatening to avenge his shame.

The paws aimed at Saobao's face and scratched frantically, leaving many bloodstains.Of course, her situation is not much better than that of Saobao.But as long as you can fight, who wants to be the weak forever.

After more than a dozen rounds of fierce fighting, Yang Yuran was defeated.

Yang Fei was like an angry pheasant, regardless of her image, she swung her hairless tail and locked her throat.

The pain of suffocation swept through her whole body, and just when she felt like she was about to die in the desolation of the dream, a shaking woke her up from the nightmare.

Yang Yuran opened her eyes weakly and saw that Mother Yang was full of worry. She blinked with her eyes, her head seemed to burst.

Unable to bear it, he closed his eyes again and slowed down his breathing.

When the headache got better, he feebly made the first request to Mother Yang: "Mom, I want to drink some warm water."

"Okay, wait for Mom to pour it for you."

Mother Yang hurried downstairs and told the housekeeper to replace mung bean porridge with eight-treasure porridge.He picked up Yang Yuran's cup by himself, put it in the water purifier, filled it with two-thirds of hot water, and then added one-third of it with cold water.

He carried it upstairs, helped Yang Yuran to drink half a cup, and suggested worryingly: "Why don't you ask for leave today, and my mother will accompany you to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital to prescribe some calming traditional Chinese medicine."

The word "leave for leave" made Yang Yuran happy, but the word "Chinese medicine" made her miserable.

When I was a child, I pinched my nose and drank Chinese medicine until I vomited, which is always vivid in my memory.

"I'm fine, mom. I've been working hard recently, and I'm under a lot of pressure. I can relax in two months after the boy group's new song is released. It's better to work harder when you're young, than to be sad when you're old. I give Yuan Yuan Yuan said, take more sleep in the morning and go later."

Yang Yuran opened the bedside table and took out her mobile phone, pressed the light to check the time, it was 7:[-] in the morning.Mother Yang must have thought she was snoozing, took the spare key to open the door, and came over to wake her up.

"Okay, take it easy then."

Mother Yang compromised and agreed, looked at something on the bed and hesitated for a moment, and reminded from the side: "Yuran, don't wear some things indiscriminately. Wearing one will work, but two will appear insincere, offending the gods."

"Two?" Yang Yuran tilted her head in confusion.

Mother Yang stretched out her hand to lift a white pendant from her pillow, then pointed to the ivory amulet she was wearing on her chest, and said, "This thing is very powerful, don't use both at the same time."

At first glance, the amulet dangling in front of her eyes was almost the same as the one she was wearing, but upon closer inspection, there were differences in the carvings.

The amulet Qin Muyu gave her was engraved with the image of a god, and the amulet carried by Yang's mother was engraved with a ferocious face, which made Yang Yuran's hair stand on end just looking at it.

"Mom, don't grab it, it's unlucky."

Clap Yang's mother's hand and shake her onto the bed.

I took a photo with my mobile phone and sent it to Qin Muyu, who edited the message and asked: This thing makes me feel very uncomfortable, please take a look with your friend, is it a normal amulet?

In less than 5 minutes, Qin Muyu called.

"Ran Ran, why do you have negative cards?" Qin Muyu's clear voice was extremely eager.

Yang Yuran was confused, she didn't even know what a negative sign was, how could she know where it came from.

Scanning the position where Yang's mother picked it up, she guessed from the creases of the bed sheet and the zipper of the pillowcase that she had a nightmare that caused her body to twist uncontrollably, and unintentionally rubbed the zipper of the pillowcase, causing some negative cards to fall out of it.

Qin Muyu waited for a while, but she didn't reply, so he continued to warn in a deep voice: "Don't touch it directly with your hands, find a man who belongs to a dog to take it away, and then smash it with a kitchen knife that usually kills pigs."

"Ah? Do you pay so much attention?" Yang Yuran clicked on the open button and told Qin Muyu the reason.

She has no doubts in Qin Muyu, but she doesn't understand Yin cards, and needs Qin Muyu to tell Yang's mother.

"Well, your recent nightmares are inseparable from this thing. You can search for it. There are two types of amulets. The yang amulet I gave you is made by an eminent monk and blessed by chanting scriptures for many days. The special yin amulet is made of dead bones Making, there are not many evil monks who understand this technique. It is said that the real negative card will damage the merit of the maker, but it can help the card seeker realize the ulterior wish."

Listening to the detailed and easy-to-understand explanation, the expressions of Yang Yuran and Mother Yang changed.

Yang Yuran thanked her, hung up the phone, looked at Yang's mother coldly and said, "Mom, it must be Yang Fei who is playing tricks."