The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

"It can be guided, it depends on whether the object being guided is easy to accept or not easy to accept. Everyone's brain has the function of self-protection. Some people have strong willpower and can't help it."

These words alone were enough to please her.

"The doctor, can I hire you alone?"

"Sorry, our doctors here do not accept individual hires. If you need hypnosis, you can come here."

Xu Baizhen said slightly, then said, "I can pay a lot more."

"Sorry lady, from what you just said, I feel that you want to use hypnosis to get secrets that others don't want to say. I won't take this job."

"Three hundred thousand, all right? What about half a million?"

The hypnotist turned a deaf ear and didn't even hear it.

Xu Baizhen did not expect this hypnotist to have such professional ethics, so he had to come out.

This one has professional ethics, does not mean that the hypnotists all over the world have professional ethics?

There is always money to see.

She didn't worry about finding such a hypnotist.

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An Xiaomen returned to Gu's house for a short nap, and while it was still early, he chatted with Lin Mingxi for a while.

After drinking a cup of coffee, Pan Zhenghui's phone came again.

"I just got the news. The archeological team took the priest to the barren hill. The priest said that he did not see the dead or anything, and someone boldly went in. There was nothing in the coffin."

"It goes without saying that after the turmoil of yesterday, I definitely left."

"I think so too." Pan Zhenghui continued, "Xiao Ning, look at Yuan Mingzhu's position is still vacant. If you don't come back, can you introduce someone like you?"

"Secretary, I don't really know anyone like me. You should find it yourself, I believe you will find it."

Director Pan sighed, "That's it, then, Xiao Ning, when do you want to come back, there will always be your place here."

"Ok."

Hanging up the phone, she is not going to go out today, she wants to sleep in bed and watch a movie.

Helpless, staring at the screen of the phone, my mind has long gone away.

What happened today is not actually fully digested.

After thinking so carefully, An Xiaomen wondered that fate was the most elusive.

"Little lemon." Gu mother opened the door and called softly, "A female star came to see you at home."

"Female star?" An Xiaomen put on slippers and followed Gu mother downstairs.

As expected, the actress who came to her was Song Yan.

I haven't seen her for a while.

"Please sit down." She took a seat. "Miss Song is looking for me?"

Song Yan sat opposite her, and the servant brought a cup of tea. She said thank you and held the tea cup with a smile and said, "I'm here to ask Miss An to look at my career again."

"Ms. Song is afraid to come for nothing." She was straightforward. "I can't see it for you."

"I can add one million if it's too small."

"This is not a matter of money." There was a touch of lightness in my eyes. "I don't make a living from it. I naturally look at my mood. I want to see it and I don't want to see how much money I give."

The smile on Song Yan's face narrowed slightly. "Ms. An, we haven't known each other for a day or two. Is it necessary to give a face?"

"What kind of face do we need?" An Xiaomen said lightly. "I have no friendship with Miss Song, please go back to nothing else."

After hearing this, Song Yan's face became futile and she went out without saying anything in person.

After getting in the nanny car, the agent Huahua turned over and asked, "Is that all right soon?"

"What's the matter, she doesn't even count for me." She sat down, closed her eyes, and leaned against her.

"Why do you think you have less money?"

"No, it depends on the mood. I don't want to see how much money I give."

"I think it's too little money," Hua Hua sighed. "If you have a ten million, you can't see her."

"It's not that she is the only one who can tell fortunes by herself, and find another one." Song Yan was angry, and his voice could not help but raise his voice.

"That is, shameless, a broken shoe for a bad marriage, what's so good about."

The driver turned his head. "Two sisters, stop talking."

"Why, you still want to control my right to speak?" Song Yan cursed with closed eyes, "Do you want to die?"

"No, look outside."

Song Yan opened his eyes and looked at the agent. I saw An Xiaomen not knowing when to stand in front of the car window. Obviously she had just heard their conversation.

This feeling is embarrassing to die.

Song Yan's feet were stepping behind the driver's chair, and she stomped her feet to signal the driver to drive.

The car hasn't left yet, and the door has cracked open.

An Xiaojing smiled and looked at the two people inside. "Give shame to your face? What's so good about a broken shoe that doesn't work well in marriage?"

Huahua wanted to cry without tears, and only scolded herself in her heart. She quickly said, "Miss An, I'm not talking about you."

"Who said that?"

"Speak my own, say my own ..."

"Did I hear that?" An Xiaomen still laughed happily. The more she smiled, the more frightened Huahua was.

It was Song Yan, thinking that they didn't have any friendship with each other anyway. Seeing their agent scared like this, he said, "What's the matter with you? We dare to admit it, you are like Jin Qingyue ... ... "

"Xiaoyan ..." Huahua stretched her hands and motioned her to stop talking.

"It's no wonder Ling Ling Ye Ning wants to pour the moon and don't want you." An Xiaomen's sentence was worth a hundred words, especially the smile that she said utterly. The damage to Song Yan can be imagined.

Song Yan's face turned blue, looking at the shadow of the person who had left, so angry that old blood was about to spit out.

"Huahua, did you hear me? What did she say about me!"

"Xiao Yan, we said that she was wrong behind her and was heard by her. She has the power and strength. Let's calm down and don't share her general knowledge."

Song Yan could not bear it anymore. He pulled the door of the car and chased after An Xiaomen. When he saw the situation, he jumped out of the car and stopped her.

"An Xiaomeng, why do you say that to me! You are so good, why do your husbands divorce you, and the dilapidated three divorces dare to ridicule me, what do you only rely on men to be ...

Huahua covered her mouth and dragged her into the car.

"My aunt, don't say anything more!"

An Xiaolim stood still, turned her head, her eyes were cold and clear.

By man?

I didn't want to care about her any more, but it struck the string in her heart.

Walking back, Huahua saw that An Xiaomen was back again, and her heart tightened, dragging Song Yan to the car.