If the woman refuses to admit it, Hua Qing can do nothing.

He could only keep using tricks in his words, trying to make the woman reveal more useful information.

But before he could speak, he heard a crisp voice interjecting: "Destined one, I really met you here."

I don't know if it was Hua Qing's illusion, but he felt that there was something too heartless and cold in it.

Lifting his eyes, Qu Xiaojue saw at a glance that Short Winter Melon had changed into a small skirt and was standing not far away with a rather playful attitude.

To be honest, Liu Zhenying is not his type at all, and he doesn't like her spying on his whereabouts and stalking her.

His eyes were cold and deep, like a bottomless ancient well. He stared at her and sneered: "What? You figured out that you met me here?"

"Yes." She nodded, not hiding anything: "I calculated that you would eat here, so I came over."

She said something similar to stalking too openly and honestly, which made Hua Qing smile in an interesting way, and his tone was slightly lowered, with a bit of confusion: "Little sister, you said you figured it out.

?You know how to tell fortunes?"

"yes."

"Then can you count me out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qu Xiaojue lightly bumped Hua Qing with his elbow.

Hua Qing looked sideways and heard the sound of a lighter, and the flames flickered on Qu Xiaojue's unruly handsome face. He took a breath regardless of the occasion, and his tone was unclear: "Is it possible that you believe everything she says? Do you have any more?

Discrimination ability?”

"It's not just idleness, it's idleness." In fact, Hua Qing knew very well that Qu Xiaojue had no intention of stopping him, so he continued with a gentle and polite smile: "How about it? Can you figure it out?"

"Yes."

When he saw Liu Zhenying, who was wearing a goose-yellow skirt in front of him, he nodded stupidly, and then he spread out his hands as a matter of course, with his palms facing up. They were white and soft.

Hua Qing was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"Give me money." Liu Zhenying curled his fingers and looked at Hua Qing's face that couldn't hide his surprise. He curled his lips in disgust: "You have to pay for fortune telling, otherwise I will be easily punished by God. Don't you?

Don’t you know?”

Isn’t this all the deceptive talk on the street?

Hua Qing suppressed his speechlessness: "How much does it cost for you to predict?"

This really asked Liu Zhenying.

Before she went down the mountain, she had never had her fortune told, and she didn't know exactly how much she would be charged.

After thinking about it, he imitated the master's tone and casually said a number.

One hundred thousand.

Not much but really not much.

Hua Qing felt that he had been taken advantage of, and there was a hint of indifference and hidden sarcasm in his eyes.

But his tone remained the same: "Then if the calculation is not accurate, then we don't need the money."

"Of course."

It's natural to tell fortunes and pay, and she's not the kind of profiteer.

"Okay." Hua Qing slowly stretched out his fingers and pointed at the woman who had just been entangled with him. He squinted his eyes and said calmly, "Let's do this. I'll give you one hundred thousand, and you can help me figure out her past.

?”

"sure."

Turning her palm upward again, she looked directly at him: "Give me the money first."

To be honest, Hua Qing has seen a lot of women. Either they are sincere or they are pretending to be money, but they all wear the purest disguise in the world. No one has ever shown their desire for money so vividly.

He chuckled in an unclear way: "Don't worry, I'll definitely take care of you. Maybe you won't be able to charge me for it even if you don't calculate it correctly."

"How could it be possible? I must have calculated it accurately."

Maybe because money was involved, Liu Zhenying rolled up his sleeves very hard and looked at the woman with a cold expression: "Tell me your date of birth."

The woman didn't react at first, but when Liu Zhenying patiently asked again, she reacted, and hesitantly told her date of birth.

Then I saw Liu Zhenying, like a goddess playing tricks in a TV series, starting to pinch her fingers, her red lips twitching, as if she was still mumbling something.

Within a few seconds, I heard her talking to herself: "The body hexagram is the Dui hexagram, the Yong hexagram is the Gen hexagram, the upper reciprocal hexagram is the Li hexagram, the lower reciprocal hexagram is the Kun hexagram, and the change hexagram is the Kan hexagram."

What is this all about?

Everyone's faces were full of doubts.

"Based on the hexagrams, I judge that you had a smooth childhood. You were the only daughter in the family. Although your mother was injured when she gave birth to you and could not be pregnant again, your parents loved each other and there was no discord. This incident happened when you were ten years old.

When you were three years old, your mother fell ill, and your father worked three jobs to earn money for medicine. Overwork caused him to become ill and unable to get out of bed. Later, in order not to drag you down, he once wanted to take your mother to die with him. "

Liu Zhenying's voice is slow and clear, with a coldness that is close to gentleness.

If the woman was still in a dismissive state at first, then she would cover her mouth now and take two steps back in surprise.

But Liu Zhenying seemed to be invisible. He lowered his eyes and looked at the stop hexagram held by his fingers. His tone was clean and cool: "The reason why you are here now is because of a man named Zheng. He gave

Money brings you closer to Huaqing, trying to trick him out of the fact that the Qu family and the Hua family are ready to cooperate, and about the lowest price for the construction of the central commercial street in Nancheng District. The other party even packaged your life experience. As for how you have the same surname.

I got in touch with Zheng’s man because..."

Before Liu Zhenying finished speaking, he saw the woman's face change as if she had been tortured. She turned around and ran away in a hurry without even saying hello.

The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the marble floor is quite hasty.

"Don't leave." Liu Zhenying stopped him and frowned: "You haven't said whether my calculation is right or not."

Otherwise, what should I do if Huaqing defaults on its debt?
Chapter completed!