Milk Tuan is four and a half years old, and his seven brothers dote on him vigorously

Chapter 91
"I asked someone to inquire about you." Yan Zisong lowered his head, not daring to look at Mianmian, and felt that this seemed to be a normal thing, so he raised his head to meet her gaze.

His eyes were deliberately aggressive, concealing his nervousness and embarrassment.

He himself didn't know why all his pretense and deliberation would become clumsy in the face of Mian Mian.

Mianmian laughed suddenly, and pressed his shoulder: "I'm very pleased to be a father, you really care about me."

Yan Zisong breathed a sigh of relief, and brushed her hand away: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Don't worry, I'm already healed." As she spoke, Mianmian showed her palm: "It's amazing, I'll be cured in three days."

Yan Zisong was slightly surprised: "Three days?"

"That's right." Mianmian was somewhat showing off, and suddenly remembered something: "Is your own family matter settled? You still worry about me."

Yan Zisong did not answer this question, but opened the textbook in front of him: "Morning class is about to start."

Mianmian didn't fall for his tricks again this time, and grabbed his sleeve: "You haven't answered my question last time!"

"You still want to lie to me!"

Yan Zisong said every word, his eyes trembling: "My father is dead, and now I am the only heir of the Yan family."

These words made Mianmian let go of her hand in shock.

She stared blankly at Yan Zisong, even a little afraid to look at him.

I dare not imagine what Yan Zisong has experienced during this period of time.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Mianmian said with shame on her face.

Yan Zisong calmed down his emotions: "It's nothing embarrassing to say, besides, I'm the biggest shareholder of the Yan family now, shouldn't you be happy for me?"

Seeing his hypocritical smile, Mianmian couldn't be happy.

Suddenly, a black air entrenched between Yan Zisong's eyebrows, Mianmian thought she had misread, and blinked vigorously, the black air became thicker and thicker.

"Is there something on my face?" Yan Zisong looked at Mianmian strangely, and his expression became unnatural.

Mianmian frowned, and gently reached out to touch his forehead with his fingertips, Yan Zisong was suddenly stressed, covering his head and avoiding: "Mianmian, what did you hit me for?"

"I don't have one!" Mianmian said innocently, "I saw something on your forehead, I touched it."

Yan Zisong was helpless, and couldn't get angry with her again: "Forget it, I have learned the lessons I missed these few days, and the notes are all in the textbook, you can take it and read it."

Mian Mian didn't move, her face was very gloomy, totally different from her usual mischievous and charming appearance.

"Yan Zisong, you may be in danger recently, please be careful." Mian Mian spoke in a gloomy manner, quite scary.

But Yan Zisong didn't take her words to heart, after all who would believe a child's words.

"What I said is true." Mianmian grabbed Yan Zisong's wrist: "You must believe me!"

"Understood." Yan Zisong agreed with her helplessly.

Mian Mian was still a little worried, but although she could feel that Yan Zisong was in danger, she couldn't estimate it accurately.

Throughout the day, Mian Mian would go wherever Yan Zisong went.

Even at the door of the toilet, many people watched the jokes.

"Mianmian, do you like Yan Zisong so much? Do you want to follow him to the bathroom?"

Mian Mian ignored the other people's jokes, and leaned against the door with her arms folded, while Yan Zisong was a little embarrassed, and ran back to the classroom with the person: "You better stop following me, I'm really fine."

"You are a girl, this is not good for you."

Speechless, Yan Zisong actually had the same vulgar views as others, and said angrily, "I'm too lazy to care about you!"

"Whatever love is."

When the school bell rang, Mianmian picked up her schoolbag and left without looking back.

Yan Zisong looked at her angry back and sighed.

After everyone in the class had left, the teacher saw that he was still there, "Zisong, why don't you go home?"

Yan Zisong raised his head, his eyes were a little dazed.

He was going back to that cold house again.

Facing the corpses that have not been moved out, and those relatives who cannibalize.

A man in black stood at the door: "Zisong."

Yan Zisong came back to his senses immediately, and greeted the teacher: "Goodbye, teacher!"

He dared to go home with peace of mind only when his uncle came.

Otherwise, he would never know when he died on the road.

It was night, lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and she could hear her peaceful panting.

[Little apprentice, what are you worried about? 】

Shifang suddenly appeared, and Mianmian sat up excitedly, sitting cross-legged as a bodhisattva.

"Master, I saw a big cloud of black air on Yan Zisong's head today!"

[Normal, Master recently opened the eyes of heaven for you. 】Shi Fang looked proud and took credit for himself.

But he didn't wait for continuous praise, instead his little apprentice looked sad.

【Why, not everyone can open the eyes of the sky. If it weren't for the fact that you are a teacher, you do have some talent.】

"But Master, although I can see the black air and know that bad things will happen to others, I want to know what kind of things will happen to him."

Shi Fang's breath was blocked in his chest: [Ahem!cough cough! 】

[Girl, do you still want to see the future? ! 】

This is what he can do. If ordinary mortals have this ability, wouldn't it be a mess? !
"Master, please~" Mianmian held her face coquettishly, Shifang couldn't hold back her old face.

"Master~"

Shi Fang remained unmoved, this matter did not need anything else, it was too serious.

If Mianmian messes up the way of heaven, then he can't save it even if he wants to.

"Master, I don't want to be as capable as you, just throw it away." Mianmian counted her index fingers, her little hands were extremely cute.

Shi Fang's heart softened a lot, and he sighed after a long time: "Forget it, I lost to you little girl."

In my previous life, I belonged to your family, Master, before me.

【I open the eyes of the sky to you because you are talented, but things like fortune-telling and fortune-telling will consume your own life. If I pass it on to you directly, you will not be able to support it with your small body. 】

Shifang spoke very seriously, and Mianmian probably understood.

She was a little discouraged, but Shifang said, "However, there is another way to be a teacher."

"What way!" Mianmian raised her ears.

[I will teach you the art of fortune-telling. The master will lead you in, and the practice will depend on you. In this way, being a teacher is not a violation of the principles of heaven. 】

Among mortals, there are countless people who learn fortune-telling in Xuan Dao, but most of them can only touch the surface in their lifetime.

Therefore, since ancient times, many people have been called half-immortals or liars.

And he is a serious Taoist old god.

Shi Fang said as he touched his whisk, "What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)