The Best Physiognomist

Dihao Entertainment City, in the private room of the Peony Hall!

The moment Jiang Fengye followed Zhu Zhengjun into the private room, he immediately noticed the two foreigners sitting on the sofa.

The young man in a tuxedo, handsome, feminine, and holding a glass of red wine in his hand, faintly exuded a hint of inhumanity.

The middle-aged man in a black round-necked suit with a kind smile on his face gave him a vague sense of danger.

Fortunately, danger does not mean fatality. The opponent's strength is weaker than expected, and the originally nervous mood suddenly relaxed.

"Xiaojun, you are here!" After reaching out to hug the somewhat nervous stunning girl, Chu Zhongyu greeted Zhu Zhengjun with a hint of pride in his eyes.

Zhu Zhengjun, who was originally calm, gradually became gloomy when he saw the stunning girl.

When he saw Chu Zhongyu's right hand tightly hugging the other's waist, his face was even gloomy as if water could drip.

"Brother Zhu, why don't you introduce me to your brother!"

Feeling the anger burning in Zhu Zhengjun's body, Jiang Fengye was worried that he would fall into the trap of the other party after losing his mind due to anger, so he quickly reached out and patted his shoulder heavily.

The pain from his shoulder calmed Zhu Zhengjun down from his anger immediately, and then he pointed at Chu Zhongyu and introduced him.

"Chu Zhongyu, nicknamed Chu Bailian, is deeply loved by some rich ladies. He is the third son of the head of the Chu family in the provincial capital."

When Zhu Zhengjun mentioned Chu Bailian's nickname, the smug look in Chu Zhongyu's eyes was instantly replaced by viciousness. His right hand, which was holding his waist, suddenly grabbed hard, causing the stunning girl to almost cry out in pain.

In response, Zhu Zhengjun's eyes flashed with anger and pointed at the stunning girl and introduced her.

"Jiang Jingya, a student of the Performance Department of the Provincial Film and Television Academy, my ex-girlfriend."

When the word ex-girlfriend was mentioned, the anger in Zhu Zhengjun's eyes was instantly replaced by sadness, which was enough to prove how much he loved Jiang Jingya before.

After scanning Jiang Jingya's facial features, Jiang Fengye turned his head and sighed to Zhu Zhengjun.

"Brother Zhu, you are lucky!"

"Brother, what do you mean?" Zhu Zhengjun frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

"Her face is full of peaks, her face is cold, her chin is pointed, and there is no flesh under her eyes. This is a typical sarcastic face."

Pointing at Jiang Yaya's facial features, Jiang Fengye gradually introduced them in detail.

"The pink and purple color of the male and female palaces on both sides of her eyebrows indicates that she has strong needs in that area and is likely to cheat on her man."

"The countless broken marks on the husband and wife palaces below her eyebrows, but no straight line through them, indicate that she will experience countless men in her life but will not be able to find her own marriage."

"The thin nose, and the three palaces of wealth, fortune and luck are covered with a hint of gray, indicating that the other party will have no wealth, no fortune and no luck in this life. This is the most typical husband-killing face in physiognomy."

"Nonsense!" Chu Zhongyu shouted with a gloomy face after hearing Jiang Fengye's fortune-telling for Jiang Jingya.

"Chu Zhongyu, is it nonsense or not? Don't you know it in your heart!"

Jiang Fengye turned around and looked at Chu Zhongyu, and asked repeatedly.

"Has the business you are in charge of suffered losses in the recent period? Have you often suffered dissatisfaction and criticism from the elders of the family, or even suddenly become impotent when doing that kind of thing?"

After hearing Jiang Fengye's continuous questions, Chu Zhongyu's eyes first flashed with surprise, then fear, and finally anger.

After all, impotence is the greatest humiliation for a man.

"Impotence! Haha...!"

Facing Jiang Fengye's continuous questions, Chu Zhongyu's expression changed, allowing Zhu Zhengjun to immediately seize the other party's handle, and then deliberately laughed loudly.

"I don't know if those rich ladies in the provincial capital will cry and help you find a famous doctor after hearing this news."

"Zhu Zhengjun, shut up!"

Zhu Zhengjun's deliberate ridicule, especially the secret of impotence was leaked to acquaintances, which made Chu Zhongyu feel humiliated.

This made him immediately angry and shouted, and directly raised his hand to slap Jiang Jingya aside.

"Pa!"

In response, Zhu Zhengjun stopped laughing, and there was no trace of heartache and pity in his eyes except for a trace of indifference.

However, Jiang Fengye did not want to let the other party go.

Because Jiang Jingya's betrayal of Zhu Zhengjun suddenly reminded him of Lin Shilan, who had an affair with his wife, and the delusion that Lin Shilan and Lin Daoyuan would completely draw a line between themselves and the Jiang family.

"Girl, with Brother Zhu's wealth and fortune, he is one of the few people who can offset the fate of killing his husband, and it is also the only chance in your life to change your own destiny."

"But the greed of people's greed has buried your own luck with your own hands. In the future, you will not only fall into the dust, but also be plagued by illness and no one will see you off."

Jiang Jingya, whose dream was shattered by Chu Zhongyu's slap, was already very regretful and terrified in her heart.

When she heard Jiang Fengye's prediction of her future fate, regret and fear were replaced by fear, and she fainted directly from fear.

But both Chu Zhongyu and Zhu Zhengjun ignored it and ignored it.

Only the foreign youth with a slightly feminine temperament stared at Jiang Jingya's pink neck, and a look of desire and greed flashed in his eyes.

Although he was young, his appearance revealed a complex expression like the vicissitudes of life.

He has a handsome appearance, but he exudes a hint of inhumanity.

Looking at the protruding veins on Jiang Jingya's neck, his eyes reveal a look of desire and greed.

The obscure performance of the foreign youth just now made Jiang Fengye vaguely guess the other party's true identity, and he had already thought of a way to deal with the other party.

"Brother, sit down!"

The fate of Jiang Jingya being abandoned by Chu Zhongyu on the spot completely eliminated the depression and anger that had been accumulated in Zhu Zhengjun's heart.

At this time, he suddenly felt good. He reached out and picked up the two bottles of beer on the coffee table, threw one to Jiang Fengye, and motioned him to sit next to him.

After all, whether it was eight bodyguards in black suits or two mysterious foreigners, Jiang Fengye would need to deal with them personally next.

"Wait!"

But just as Jiang Fengye walked to Zhu Zhengjun's side and was about to sit down, Chu Zhongyu suddenly stopped him.

"In this box, apart from me, the host, only the most distinguished guests are qualified to sit."

Speaking of this, Chu Zhongyu nodded to the middle-aged man and the feminine young man who always had a kind smile on their faces.

"This is Bishop Jerrel of Liyingji, and this is Viscount Alex of Liyingji. I wonder what your identity is?"