The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

"The second wife said this was bad. When I was in elementary school, the tuition was tens of dollars, and my grandma asked you to borrow it. You did n’t lend it to her. She also said something that made her feel uncomfortable and made her sick for several days. You also stopped the second uncle from helping his grandmother in the grandmother's field. There are too many things like this. I will take 20,000 yuan if I want it, and return if you do n’t.

Fang Eryi suddenly burst into tears, sitting on the ground with a fart / stock, "What about my uncle and your uncle before, did your grandma still raise you up? You have grown up now, and your grandma hasn't Now, I ’m looking for your help. You do n’t want to help. Your grandma knows it underground. Can you feel relieved? Your cousin is also her grandson. Watching her grandson go to jail, she ’s afraid she blame you for having money. No help. "

Father Fang urged, "Erland, just help your second uncle and second uncle's family once. They are really helpless."

"Erland, it's easy for you to make money. You and I can earn one or two years of hard work. Now is the time to use the money in a hurry. You don't have to be afraid to not give it back. We will give you an IOU and wait. My second uncle will give it back to you after earning money. "

Fang Erlan said, "Well, I will give you 100,000 yuan, but the IOU must be written on it. If it is not within five years, you must transfer one acre of your family to me."

"What ?!" Fang Erzhen, who was still crying on the ground, immediately jumped up. "Do you know how much the land is worth now? Now it is at least 170,000 and transferred to you?"

"I mean that when five years have not passed, 100,000 yuan is not a small amount. There is nothing to mortgage, and I will not lend it to you. There is also an interest of 100,000 yuan in the bank for five years. More than ten thousand, you have returned in five years, and the land is still yours. I'm doing a big favor for you. Look at your attitude. Are you here to borrow money? Are you here to collect debts? "

After waiting for Fang Erji to speak, Fang Ershu said, "Erland is right, then mortgage it to you. If it is not within five years, the land is yours."

"Well then, go back to the village branch and open a letter of certification to me. I'll draw up an agreement here and come tomorrow to get the money." Fang Erlan signaled that they could go.

"Then let's go back first." Uncle Fang said, "Brother and aunt want to go back together? Or stay here with Erlan for a few days?"

The purpose of Fang's mother is to get along with her daughter, but she missed the best opportunity.

Mother and daughter haven't lived together since childhood. For so many years, when motherly love is most needed, once this process has passed, it will no longer be necessary to grow up.

However, Fang's mother just wanted to answer, Fang Erlan said, "The play is about to kill the youth, these are more busy and have no time to accompany you, parents do not need to stay."

Fang Fang's mother felt that her face was dull, but she couldn't say anything, so the family went out.

Shut the door, and before she knocked on the bathroom door, Yan Ge came out.

"When you come in from your house, no one cares how the injury on your face was made."

He didn't say that she didn't pay attention to it deliberately. After all, from a young age, only her grandma cared about her the most. As for her biological parents, she always ignored her.

After he said that, she was inexplicably sad, and her voice fell with her own emotions. "It hurts very little, nothing."

He glanced at her and said nothing else, "Let Xiaoyue buy you medicine, I'll go back to the room."

"Ok."

Fang Erlan watched the door closed, walked straight to the bed, lay there directly, and closed her eyes heavily.

After calming down her emotions, she called Xiaoyue and asked her to buy the ointment back.

——

963 ashes were collectively buried in a large cemetery, all buried together.

For archeologists who lost their lives at ancient sites, Jin Qingyan paid compensation to their families, because other than that, he didn't know how to make up for it.

For those love letters taken out of the iron pear wood door, An Xiaomen asked professional staff to translate them.

I have to say that Jin Qingyan from the previous life is really talented.

There are so many love letters without duplicates.

Those words, just a glance, felt that the heart had melted, and the feelings of words and sentences were softening her soul.

An Xiaomen cherishes these things extraordinarily, making them framed into small frames, hanging on the wall in his master bedroom, so that they can be seen every day.

After staying quiet for a few days in the Pooh neighbourhood, Jin Qingyan put a stack of thick materials in front of her.

"What's this?" She got puzzled.

"The information I asked people to investigate, about the thousands of years of seal of the entire Yin's family's house, Xiao Lemon, I want to know one thing."

"what's up?"

"I want to know if the emperor who killed my entire palace at that time is still in the same world as us? It is also like to know whether the ambassador of the Yin family who sealed me at that time is also in the same world as us?"

An Xiaomen raised his eyes and gazed at him, "What then? If they are all in the same world as us, would you kill them?"

He did not speak, and this silence often manifested tacit acquiescence.

"Talk, the past is over, love and hatred ..."

Before she finished speaking, he Gang told her powerfully, "If it really passed, then why does this world let us remember the past? Where is the root cause? I want to know why the emperor treated me hard then Hand, how did I die, how did you die, what kind of situation was that year, the truth ... if we do n’t explore it, we may be buried forever, and I do n’t want to be buried by time. ”

"Actually, I want to know, but if you are not afraid of danger, why don't I dare to follow?" An Xiaomen smiled and held his hand. "We were not together in the previous life, even in this life. I'll hold you tightly in my hand as well as heaven. "

"It's up to me to say this." He clasped his backhands, his eyes darkened, "I'm conceiving a possibility. If they were in this life, would they be like us, and their memories of the previous life would be one by one. A little wake up? "

As he said this, An Xiaomen's spirit was shocked, "This is not impossible, and no one is sure."

"Which person is that surnamed Xiao? Sooner or later we have to figure out, but it seems that he is not like a person who hates us, otherwise he would have stumped us. If we can know something from his mouth, What we don't know is not a shortcut, I'm afraid he is not such a good speaker. "