Very pure and cute: diamond rich come on a blind date

It was Yangyang.

Yang Yang vigilantly looked left and right to make sure that the long-haired girl hadn't caught up, and then struggled to climb out from the bushes.

While patting the dead leaves and rotten branches on his body, he said, "Emma, ​​I'm so scared..."

Chenchen raised his eyebrows: "Let's see if you still dare to flirt with girls!"

"Hey! Women really are the best at camouflaging animals!" Yang Yang sighed and scratched his head, "Hey, where's Dad Dead Bird?"

"In the back, I was entangled by that pork chop leader." Chenchen replied coolly.

"Huh?" Yang Yang was stunned for a moment, "That Ban Zhang has such a strong taste? Even a bad old man like the dead bird's father?"

"..." Chenchen shrugged, "You'd better not let Dad hear you, and be careful not to beat you."

"That's what it is! But forget it, it's right for Mr. Banchang to seek out the bad old man, otherwise, who would like a handsome, domineering and personable young man like me?"

"..." Chenchen rolled his eyes, speechless.

"Gululu..." Yang Yang's little stomach began to protest in a hopeless manner.

Suddenly, he raised his head and took a few breaths from his little nose, "Hey, did you smell it? It's like fried chicken legs..."

Chenchen glanced at it in distaste: "You're hungry and faint, there are Buddhist temples here, how could there be chicken legs?"

Yang Yang didn't pay any attention to his objections, the dog's nose searched for the smell, and walked forward...

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After not walking very far, Yang Yang turned a corner and entered a small alley.

This place was originally a gap between two temples, but over time, many people set up small stalls here, and it became a street market.

In addition to selling all kinds of blessing ornaments related to Buddhism, there are also a lot of fast food on sale here.

"Ouch, little friend, please stop."

Yang Yang turned his face to look, and saw a bald man with a muddy face sitting on a stack of bricks, holding a small cigarette pouch with a wooden pole and copper pot in one hand.

A piece of dirty yellow paper was spread on the ground, and the four corners of the paper were pressed down with four stones.Strange patterns were drawn on the paper in all directions.

But there are two words, Yang Yang recognizes: "Fortune Telling"

"What are you doing?" Yang Yang replied angrily, he was so hungry right now, how could he care about others?

"Hehe, I don't know if the kids are interested in divination?"

"What is that stuff?" Yang Yang grew up in the United States, and had never heard of fortune-telling.

The bald man chuckled, "Just calculate your future, destiny, and what kind of wife you will marry when you grow up..."

"Wife?" Yang Yang glanced suspiciously, "You can figure this out?"

"Hehe, of course! From birth, everything has a definite number. The so-called fate must have it sometimes, and there is no time to force it. All because of the word 'fate', everything is fate..."

"..." Yang Yang glanced at the bald man, too lazy to listen to his nonsense, and stared at the freshly baked, golden and steaming pancakes on the pancake stall next to the bald man, "Here, buy me one, I'll let you count!"

"..." The bald man's eyes flashed a gleam, "Okay!"

After a while, Yang Yang took over the hot pancakes, sat in front of the old man, and was about to eat them.

But was pulled aside by Chenchen who rushed over——

"Hey... it's hot... slow down, slow down..." Yang Yang said while protecting the pancake fruit with one hand.