I was a fortune teller in 90

Chapter 189 There are no secrets before the fortune teller

"Everyone who comes to me is destined to be here. Believe it or not depends on your heart. But I want to advise you, be careful in everything."

Fu Ping came back to her senses, hid the sadness in her eyes, glanced outside the hospital, took a deep breath,

"Master, my husband has a child?"

Dai Qing: "..."

Everything can only be understood but not expressed in words. As long as you understand it, why do you still point it out?

After asking, Fu Ping also felt something was wrong and smiled coquettishly.
"Actually, if Master didn't tell me, I should have thought about it. We have been husband and wife for so many years and have known each other for a long time. I am anxious to have a child, not just because I want someone to inherit the property."

"It is said that children are the bond of the family. I thought that everything would be fine once I had children. At first, my parents were firmly opposed to my marriage to him, saying that he was not a person I could rely on. I was young at the time and had a lot of trouble in my eyes. It’s love, and nothing else can be seen.”

"Only after experiencing marriage did I understand that love and life are different. But I was unwilling to give in and give up, so I kept numbing myself."

She is not an eighteen-year-old girl now, she has seen through it a long time ago, she is just hiding her ears and deceiving others.

Now that the master has revealed it, she feels as if she has swallowed a pound of coptis, extremely bitter.

Dai Qing looked at her eyes and didn't know how to comfort her.

"Some people have impure intentions, and children can't hold their hearts."

"I know that if a person's heart is not at home, his children will naturally not love him either." Fu Ping said, raising her head suddenly, "If I divorce him...will I still have children?"

Dai Qing was stunned, looking at the determination between her brows, "You only have one son in your life."

She doesn't care who the child is born to, she can only have one child anyway.

"Thank you, Master. I know what I should do." Fu Ping said, taking out a thick red envelope from her purse and offering it, "When I achieve what I want, I will thank you again."

"Be careful in everything...even if you sit back and wait, you will still get what you want."

Dai Qing looked at her and reminded her softly, how could someone give up so easily after they have been working hard for so many years?

The fish you fight with is dead and the net is broken, and the waste is the most worry-free.

Her husband would not live long.

"Now that my head is clear, I must sort it out. My parents have worked hard all their lives for the property, and they can't let it go to waste." Fu Ping stood up and bowed slightly to Dai Qing.

"This trip today is the right one. Thank you, Master."

"It's all fate."

Dai Qing sent the person out, and sure enough, Yao Xing was nowhere to be seen.

When I got home, I opened the red envelope and looked at it. It was two thousand yuan.

By the time it was lunch, Dai Qing was just about to order soy pot noodles for herself, when Aunt Wang came into the yard carrying two steamed buns.
"The steamed buns are freshly baked, stuffed with shepherd's purse and egg, specially mixed with sesame oil. They are delicious."

"Thank you, Auntie. Juanzi has helped me enough. I can't trouble you all the time." Dai Qing looked at Aunt Wang's kind expression and didn't know what to say.

"Girl, why are you so polite? We are neighbors, and it doesn't take much effort to lend a hand."

Aunt Wang glared at her and sighed helplessly,

"It's always inconvenient to have an arm. Once you take off the plaster, it will be fine." After seeing Aunt Wang off, Dai Qing looked at the buns on the table, the corners of her lips curled up.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to remove the plaster. Dai Qing went to the hospital early in the morning and checked in with the orthopedics department.

After a series of inspections, the bulky plaster was finally removed, but the shoulder straps still had to be fixed and maintained. Even so, it was much more comfortable than the plaster.

After returning from the hospital, Dai Qing took the certificate issued by the hospital and went to the workshop. To renew her sick leave, she needed a certificate issued by the hospital.

Accountant Cui looked at her hanging wrists and tightly tied shoulder straps without saying anything, and just told her to have a good rest and then return to work when she was well.

After returning from the workshop, I met Ge Bing just after passing through the corridor.

"Xiaoqing, what's wrong with your arm? Does Brother Hao know?" Ge Bing looked at her in shock and was startled.

"I accidentally touched it. Just take some time off and rest." Dai Qing chuckled and waved his hand carelessly, "I'm almost done with it now. Don't tell Cheng Hao or delay his work."

"But you...Brother Hao asked me to take care of you more, but I was too careless." Ge Bing stared at her arm guiltily, such a good little girl, why did she hurt her arm?
"It's okay, I'll go to work right away."

Dai Qing had no choice but to comfort him. Before leaving, she did not forget to tell him again and again not to tell Cheng Hao.

On March 3rd, she was all alone. As the weather got hotter and hotter, Dai Qing changed from heavy clothes to single clothes.

The bamboos in the yard are greener, the grape trellis and figs have grown green leaves, and Dai Qing can drink tea and read under the grape trellis again.

After this period of self-cultivation, coupled with the practice of mind skills, meridians and meridians, my arms are almost healed, and I can move in a small area.

Dai Qing still did not go to work for fear of leaving the root cause of the disease.

In the morning, another customer came to the door.

"Hello, I'm looking for Master Dai."

"That's me," Dai Qing looked at the middle-aged man in front of her and said calmly.

"I heard that the master was right and came here to bother me." The middle-aged man concealed the suspicion in his eyes and spoke gently.

"Come in and let's talk." Dai Qing invited people into the yard and sat under the grape trellis. "The freshly brewed scented tea can clear away heat and eliminate anger."

The middle-aged man glanced at her and said, "Ahem~, I want you to see, what are the chances of my recent business being successful?"

Dai Qing looked at his face with indifferent eyes. This man's wealth and silk palace were quite plump, but at this time he had a gloomy air. The fish tail is moist, indicating that his property comes from his father-in-law. But his left side is black, and his right eyebrow is too high, which is the appearance of a wife supporting a concubine.

"Your palace of wealth and silk is dim, and there is no prospect of making money. The business you hope for cannot be done."

"How is it possible? I paid for this..." Halfway through, the middle-aged man You shut up and quickly calmed down, "I wonder if Master can do anything?"

Dai Qing looked at him seriously and shook her head.
"Judging from your appearance, you married a good wife, and all your wealth came from your wife's help. But you didn't cherish it, fell out with your wife, and married your lover. The one you are currently interested in The business is still based on your ex-wife’s connections.”

"The other party has cut off contact with you. As far as the current situation is concerned, you have no chance of doing this business."

Now that the mistress is in charge, she still wants to take advantage of her ex-wife. It’s so embarrassing.

Listening to Dai Qing's explanation, the middle-aged man looked up at her in shock. The corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably, his face tightened, and he looked embarrassed.

Dai Qing saw him at a loss for what to do for a moment, and seemed to want to run away, so he pretended to be cold and snorted,
"There are no secrets before a fortune teller, it's common sense."

You want to gain something, but you also want to hide your secrets. Sugarcane is not sweet at both ends, how can there be the best of both worlds?