Urban Feng Shui Master

Chapter 137
It was late at night, and Zeng Yifan didn't feel sleepy at all.Because he doesn't need to go to work tomorrow, he has no motivation to go to bed early and get up early.

There is also one thing that keeps him from falling asleep: the text messages on his phone keep ringing.

"what are you doing?"

"did you miss me?"

"Did you take a shower?"

"You must have seen my message and didn't reply on purpose, right?"

"If you don't reply, I will keep sending."

……

In fact, Wu Aini was not a bad-hearted girl, but she was too enthusiastic and clingy, so Zeng Yifan couldn't make up his mind to block her.Maybe the number was blocked, and she ran to her home in a blink of an eye.

According to my mother's eagerness to find a wife, she might just lock them in the room.

Underage, how can he do it?

Thinking like this, Zeng Yifan had no choice but to reply: "I'm going to sleep."

"Do you wear clothes when you sleep? I always sleep naked. Sleeping naked is a very healthy way."

Forehead!While Zeng Yifan was speechless, he could only mute the phone, turn it over, and turn a blind eye.If only Zhang Mengmeng had one tenth of this girl's enthusiasm.

The reason why he read every message sent by Wu Aini before was just thinking, what if it was sent by Zhang Mengmeng?
It's not that Zeng Yifan didn't hesitate, or as a boy, it's okay to send a message first. After all, Zhang Mengmeng said he had something to do before dinner, so he hasn't said anything until now.

But after thinking about it, since Zhang Mengmeng has something to tell him, why should he send the message first?Especially for such a brutal woman, she doesn't know how painful it is.

Zhang Mengmeng was also tossing and turning at the moment.And not just because of that little girl who showed up out of nowhere during dinner.Also, Zhang Jing told her that Zeng Yifan left Linglong Decoration.

It turned out that Zeng Yifan lost his job today.

And she was still coy, not only had to pull on the light bulb Zhao Dapeng when eating, but also made Zeng Yifan angry intentionally or unintentionally.

At this time, the mobile phone text message rang.Zhang Mengmeng picked it up excitedly.

Uh!It turned out to be a short message that the flight booking was successful.Hey, I thought it was from Zeng Yifan.

Originally, I wanted to discuss this feng shui beast with him this afternoon, but the plan didn't change quickly, and nothing was said in the end.

Thinking about it, Zhang Mengmeng turned on the phone, and there was a photo sent by her mentor in it.

The picture shows a uniped macaque with a blue face but a red nose, like a clown in a circus, and a short white beard on its mouth.The whole body is brown, and the belly is white.

Zhang Mengmeng checked the information, and it should be a feng shui beast like the wood mandrill.

However, this picture of the tutor was taken from Banzhu Township, a small Miao village located in the Golden Triangle, close to Myanmar.

Because he has a great interest in Feng Shui, and Zeng Yifan is proficient in it, Zhang Mengmeng has also read a lot of books on this topic recently.

Fengshui beasts were originally a thing of the Han nationality. In the land of Miaojiang, they don't really believe in Fengshui. They are good at voodoo.So, how did a feng shui beast of the Han nationality appear in the land of Miaojiang?
This is exactly what Zhang Mengmeng's mentor, Han Li, wondered.

Coupled with the large amount of archaeological materials that Han Li collected in Banzhu Township for several months, Zhang Mengmeng wanted to go there while his heart was moving.

Thus, there was a scene of calling Zeng Yifan for dinner in the afternoon.

Do you really want to go alone?

Speaking of which, although Han Li is over 30, he is still single.In school, it’s okay to talk about academic things in the scientific research room, but it’s too much for two people to go thousands of kilometers away and go over mountains and mountains to find a strange beast?

Although Zhang Mengmeng has no experience in love, but she has never eaten pork and seen pigs run, men and women can't get along with each other, and lonely men and widows are easy to make fire, she still knows this kind of thing.

If it wasn't like this, Zeng Yifan wouldn't have suffered that kick last time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Mengmeng turned on the phone and entered the seven words "how painful is the egg pain" in Baidu search.

This is a nonsensical question that Zhang Mengmeng thought of, but there are actually many serious scientific analyzes on the Internet.She almost looked into it.

The first joke is a girl's complaint: she slapped a boy in the balls as a joke, and he told me to break up with me very seriously.

Uh!Looks a little serious.

The second paragraph, if you want to ask how painful the egg is, just look at the first reaction of a man when "danger" strikes.This is particularly evident in football penalty shootouts. Facing a football that is volleying vigorously, the big stars do not cover their heads or chests, but cover their crotches in unison regardless of their image. It can be seen that "eggs hurt" "It really hurts.

Uh!In retrospect, it seems that was the case.

The third paragraph looks very scientific: a person can bear 45del (unit) of pain.But when a woman gives birth, she has to bear 57del of pain, which is like breaking 20 bones.However, if a man is kicked in the egg, the pain is 9000del, which means that 160 children are delivered at the same time, or 3200 bones are broken.

what!Looking at the numbers, it hurts enough.

Zhang Mengmeng quit the search engine, thinking about it.In the end, he resolutely made up his mind and sent a message to Zeng Yifan, in an extremely gentle and flattering tone, about going to Banzhu Township.

Naihe waited for more than ten minutes, but there was no reply, so he could only turn off his mobile phone and go to sleep.

That night, Zhao Dapeng was the one who couldn't sleep the most.

It stands to reason that he is the most nervous, and unemployment is also expected, so he should be able to fall asleep.But obviously, he wanted to sleep, and the wooden mandrill didn't want to sleep.

Ever since, I wanted to turn on a computer to play games, but the power cord disappeared; I wanted to drink a glass of water, but the glass was hung on the chandelier; I wanted to sleep directly with my head covered, and the bed floated up.

"What on earth do you want? Don't let me sleep, can I play with you?" Zhao Dapeng angrily took the lump of wood out of the bag.

But obviously, the wood lump is still the wood lump, and there is no such thing as a messy guy.

Obviously, at a room temperature of 25 degrees, the wood mandrill feels very comfortable staying in the wood.

"Do you think I can't do anything about you if Zeng Yifan isn't here?" Zhao Dapeng said, carrying the wood directly and throwing it into the freezer of the refrigerator.

After waiting for a few seconds, the refrigerator began to shake.With a smug smile on the corner of Zhao Dapeng's mouth, he opened the refrigerator door.Sure enough, a little furry head poked out from the wood.Because the temperature in the freezer was too low, the wood mandrill's beard was covered with a little hoarfrost.

"Do you want to try the taste of smearing pot bottom ash on a kitchen knife?" Zhao Dapeng shook his head provocatively.

Finally, after these two big moves were released, the wooden mandrill became much quieter, and Zhao Dapeng was able to sleep peacefully.

But not long after falling asleep, I heard the table, chairs, wardrobe, and writing desk in the room start to move like they were alive.

Zhao Dapeng, who was really sleepy, really didn't want to get up anymore. Even though the bed started to move rhythmically later, he only regarded it as a massage bed.

(End of this chapter)