Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Seeing the excitement in Wang Yue's eyes, Wen Jiu said with a wooden face: "If you dare to touch me, I will draw a ghost talisman for you."

Wang Yue suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and quickly took a step back. He was a little far away from this master with a bad temper. God knows that he was really a little excited. He didn't think about hugging the master, okay? Well... In fact, he was so excited that he really wanted to hug the master a few times.

Wang Yue, who retreated to the safe area, asked Wen Jiu with a smile, "Hey, Master, do you have a boyfriend? You must have such a beautiful person, right?"

Wen Jiu closed his eyes on his own, thinking about Jimo preparing breakfast every day while pretending to be proficient in preparing breakfast, the warm current involuntarily slipped through the foundation of his eyes, and the curve of the corners of his mouth rose higher and more realistically.

Wang Yue, who squatted aside and took a sip, looked at the change of Wen Jiu's expression in surprise. After a while, he felt heartbroken. Why didn't he meet such a good master first?

Looking at Wen Jiu's gentle and jade-like side face, Wang Yue couldn't help but tease: "I'm so happy to laugh, I think of my boyfriend? You are so beautiful, your boyfriend must have been blessed for eight lifetimes."

"No." A cold voice came into Wang Yue's ears. Wang Yue, who thought he would not get an answer, was slightly stunned. No? What's not? Isn't the boyfriend you are thinking about? Before Wang Yue could be happy, the warm wine from over there was a slightest voice of nostalgia.

"It's not the blessing he cultivated, it's the blessing I cultivated to meet him." Wen Jiu turned his head with a smile and said seriously to Wang Yue: "If I don't cultivate my blessing, I will not be able to meet him."

After saying that, Wen Jiu looked at the obviously disbelief on the man opposite, and smiled indifferently. How could others know that if he had not been saved by the old man, had not learned this kind of orotropic technique, and had not had the merits accumulated by killing ghosts, and later he could compete with the way of heaven, how could he get the reward of Mother Earth to come to this world...

Maybe one day I will die in a certain assassination, or continue to be a law enforcement elder, everyone will be afraid of it, and it may not be necessary to kill myself one day...

"Master, fortune teller?" Suddenly an old man with a cane came over and asked the stall of Wenjiu, "I think you write here just for someone who is destined to do. Can you calculate one for me?"

He turned his head slightly, and Wen Jiu smiled and looked at the old man in front of him. The blood mist in his eyes suddenly soaked his entire eyes. He turned a cold voice and said, "Of course, you still have to calculate it if you have tens of millions of dollars in one divination?"

The old man with a crutch looked sharp as a hook, and he directly looked at Wen Jiu's dark eyes, the bottomless abyss, without any emotion or emotion, like glass beads. No wonder that person likes it.

Sima Yan, who had secretly looked at him, nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly laughed at Wenjiu, "Hahaha, okay, I like people who like to joke with me!"

"Ha?" Wang Yue, who was squatting beside him, was so scared that he accidentally printed his butt on the ground by the words and devils of warm wine. As soon as he got off the ground, the old man who looked nothing strange to the ordinary old man could still laugh. Wang Yue looked at Sima Yan with some sympathy, for some reason, wondering why he thought this master would never be a joke...

Sure enough, the next second, Wenjiu, who was also smiling, then said, "Sorry, I never tell jokes."

Sima Yan paused suddenly when he heard this voice, his eyes were like a knife, and he looked at Wenjiu with a stern look. When he just hit the dark area of ​​the eyes, Sima Yan, who was covered in blood mist, suddenly felt a cold air rushing directly from the soles of his feet to his whole body, with a biting cold and cold.

Suddenly, he burst into tears and cursed in his heart: "Which turtle grandson is it that the fake news came from? Who said that Miss Wen's family is elegant and calm, gentle and loves to laugh, and never makes evil with others? This is called gentle? Gentle, that's not a bad person! Those eyes can kill people, and they are still gentle. If there is no blood, who has a letter from him... He knows how could he be a good man if he is attracted to that man?'

Looking at Sima Yan's violently undulating chest, Wang Yue silently took a step back and forth. Well, he was a little scared. This old man is definitely not an ordinary person. Why do you want to ask? Nonsense, have you seen an ordinary person's face not changing. Have you seen an ordinary person's aura so intimidating? Wang Yue, who was thrown by his own father, said seriously that the person in front of him was at least an officer, and he was a relatively large...

Sima Yan, who did not take Wang Yue seriously, quietly took a step back and said to Wenjiu, "Miss Wen, don't you think the price is unreasonable?"

"Improper?" Wen Jiu suddenly smiled and said to Sima Yan with unrest, "Did you do what you did to my uncle back then be reasonable?"

"I'm for the sake of the country, and the country needs talents like Lieutenant Colonel Xing!" Sima Yan knocked on the crutch sharply, and suddenly looked at Wen Jiu in surprise and said, "How do you know this? Wen He tells you?"

"Hehe." Wen Jiu chuckled, then looked back at the blank paper in front of him and said, "Fortune telling is the merits and demerits you have in your lifetime..."

"You!" Sima Yan was shocked. He had never thought that there would be fortune telling in this world. Moreover, this little girl was a famous iron-mouthed magical calculation in the capital. The Qi family was told by that speech. It gradually disappeared into the torrent of history within two months. The Qi family's past glory will never be returned!

He glanced at Sima Yan, who had become much older in an instant. The murderous intent in Wen Jiu flashed through his eyes, and then he was covered up by himself. He said to Sima Yan Qing with a very light and light heart: "You should be glad that you still had a trace of kindness back then, otherwise, do you think you can still stand here and bargain with me intact? I said that if you count, you won't be a little less. If you don't count, sir, please get out of here."

Seeing the old general whom he had always beloved by a yellow-haired girl, the plainclothes guards around him couldn't stand it, so they waved the crowd and walked towards Wenjiu one by one. Of course, they just wanted to intimidate one or two, otherwise Wenjiu's body would not be enough for them to see.

But Wenjiu, who has always been single-line creatures, doesn't think so. You walked towards me one by one. Are you trying to fight? Or do you want to throw the body on this mountain? Wenjiu, who was extremely elegant, stood up from the bench indifferently, and his dark pupils gently threw a look of condolence at the guards as scheduled.

He said to Sima Yan lightly: "I'm afraid that if I can't stop, I'm dead... I'm not responsible."

Sima Yan immediately came to his senses when he heard the warm wine talk and shouted coldly to his guard: "What are you doing? Old man, I'm not dead yet, you don't need your support."

Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, but did not sit down again. He just looked directly at Sima Yan and said, "There must be some destiny, but if you want to force it in your destiny, you will harm others and yourself."

"Don't force it? I'm a good person!" Sima Yan's breath was so loud that his voice was thunderous. His whole body was holding it like this forced breath. When he went down the mountain again, the old general who had been thrusting his back for most of his life was finally a little hunched.

Sima Yan came and went quickly, but he watched the lively trip for a few tourists beside him. What a gentle girl, he looked at her and had a relationship that was not easy to mess with. A fortune teller calculated tens of millions. Is this a proclaimed existence in this industry?

Looking at the tourists who gave up because of the ten million and didn't dare to come over to make a living, Wang Yue suddenly felt strangely as if he had picked up a big advantage. After all, his fortune-telling seemed to only cost 100,000 yuan. Oh my god, that's not a level, okay?

But some people came over without fear of death and looked at Wen Jiu and said flatteringly: "Master, Master, I have money, can you calculate it for me?"

He glanced at the woman wearing gold and silver, and said mercilessly: "If you use too much money, you will get a reward for cause and effect." After that, he ignored the people around him and walked towards the hotel without looking back.

Wang Yue followed Wen Jiu happily, and pointed to the white paper on the ground with a smile and said to everyone: "See, do you count three times a day? I counted it. The old man just calculated it, and now the aunt calculated it, it was full." As he finished speaking, he looked at the woman. He knew this person, a real wife of a coal boss, and his family made him rich by digging coal. It was a few years ago, so these two people were so rich that they were too rich. No wonder they had to be lucky enough to make a fortune if they had ten million.

I heard that my family has been having trouble recently. First, my son died of rape and a classmate was detained, and then because my husband found out that he had cancer. This woman was so anxious that she should think that the next one was herself? Blood-stained money, the cause and effect, there are quite a lot of people who died in this coal mine. Isn’t it just blood-stained money?

What are the most feared by rich people? They are most afraid of old age, illness, and especially death. This noble lady is no exception. She directly pushed Wang Yue away and twisted her waist and took her bag to the hotel on the top of the mountain.

"Hello, Miss, I want to ask, what time is the very beautiful master who just entered?" Zhou Juan looked at the front desk of the hotel arrogantly, with disdain on her face.

The girl who has been at the front desk of this hotel has never seen any of her face. Her face has not changed at all. She still smiled and said to Zhou Juan: "Hello, ma'am, we are not allowed to disclose customer information here."

"Is that true?" Zhou Juan glanced at the front desk indifferently, took out her business card and said, "Go, let me tell you that Zhou Juan wants to invest in this hotel."

The front desk that took Zhou Juan's business card still looked unchanged. After taking Zhou Juan's business card with both hands, he moved it back to Zhou Juan's face and said, "Sorry, ma'am, I think I can reject you for my father." Lin Yin replied to Zhou Juan with a faint smile.

Wang Yue, who was following Zhou Juan, burst out laughing, then put the card in the front desk, laughing with a smile: "Hello, Miss, I need a regular guest room."

"Okay, sir, please wait." Lin Yin took Wang Yue's card with a standard smile at the front desk. After typing his white fingers on the computer a few times, he handed the card to Wang Yue and smiled: "Sir, your room is 3o1, please."

"Okay, thank you." Wang Yue, who took the door card, waved at Lin Yin leisurely, looked at Zhou Juan sarcastically, and ran to the place where he rested without looking back. I wonder if I could have a good sleep tonight, probably, I have lived so far...

Zhou Juan, who was still in the same place, gritted her teeth secretly, and with a "bang", she directly patted the card on the counter, looked to the side and said, "Open a luxurious suite for me, and then deliver dinner to my room for me."

"Okay." Lin Yin was stunned for a moment, and his hands were paused. Then he looked up and twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Okay, ma'am, please put it away."

"Hmph!" Zhou Juan, who didn't even look at Lin Yin, slapped her on the card, then picked it up, and walked towards the corridor with a discomfort.

Lin Yin, who was playing with the room card in her hand, counting the numbers slowly in her mouth. As expected, before the tenth sound was counted, Zhou Juan, who had just been wearing high heels, twisting her to the corridor, immediately walked towards Lin Yin with anger, and pointed her bright red finger at Lin Yin and said unhappily: "Where is my room?"

"Here." Lin Yin smiled and handed the door card in her hand to Zhou Juan and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, please go there again. It's all my fault for the hotel, otherwise I will definitely deliver it to you in person."

"You are the only one in such a big hotel?" Zhou Juan suddenly screamed, then took her room card and ran to her room. She said why this hotel is so cunning, but thinking that the master also lives here, Zhou Juan still gritted her teeth and stayed there.

The top of the mountain is always quieter than other places. When Xu Wen brought Liu Yan back, no one was wandering around the hotel lobby, and only Lin Yin at the front desk was still typing on the computer and checking today's accounts. After settlement, Lin Yin always felt something was wrong. Why did the hotel earn 150,000 more than the hotel today? When did the 3o1 room be opened? Why didn't he have any impression of it?

Liu Yan, wearing a sun hat, casually held his sunscreen and greeted Lin Yin, "Hello, Miss Lin."

"Hello, Liu Yan." Lin Yin said hello to Liu Yan weakly without raising her head.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you so depressed?" Liu Yan asked casually at Lin Yin while swaying his sunscreen clothes.

The relationship between the two is neither good nor bad, and both are in business. The Lin family's industry is mainly the tourism and hotel industries. The Liu family also has an industry involved in catering. Both companies have always had some cooperation. Therefore, as two girls of the same age at the annual meeting, they were arranged to talk about something together. After a while, they also recognized this good friend from the bottom of their hearts.

Before Liu Yan said he wanted to relax, Lin Yin directly took the person to his hotel and specially set off a holiday for his front desk to experience life by himself, and by the way, he could see if there were any suitable handsome guys who came to meet him or something.

"I don't want to do it either!" Lin Yin spread her hands and said, "I don't know what's wrong, I always feel something is wrong..." As she said that, she shook her head on her own.

Liu Yan, who didn't take Lin Yin's words to heart, smiled and joked: "Is it a handsome guy that I haven't seen? Are you a little disappointed? Okay, I won't tell you anymore, you should have a rest as soon as possible, I'm almost sunk to death today..."

"Go and go." Lin Yin waved her hand and yawned, turned off the computer, and went to the room she prepared for herself.

The hotel is not high in number, and it is only the fourth floor in total, but the area is large enough. Lin Yin, who changed into a front desk work clothes, wore a red nightgown and casually lifted her wet head behind her head. After thinking about it, she still wore slippers and went downstairs to 3o1 to check it out. Thinking about it, she might see someone, so she remembered it.

Lin Yin, who clearly remembered that she opened a room for a brainless woman named Zhou Juan, never thought that when she opened a 3o1 out, which made Lin Dacai, a graduate of MIT, a business graduate, really incredible.

The fluffy slippers were stepped on the pure wool street stall, and even Lin Yin's height of 2.71 meters did not make any sound on it.

Lin Yin, who was struggling with the profit of 150,000 more today, didn't know that Wang Yue, who was looking at his cell phone in the room for a while, was thinking about his 150,000 yuan in pain. Oh my God, this room is all robbed, right? What I want is an ordinary room, right?

Wang Yue, who took out his nightgown from the cabinet, suddenly heard the doorbell sound outside, frowned in surprise, walked over suspiciously, opened the door and said, "Who?"

"No one?" Wang Yue stretched his head out, frowned and looked into Cheng Liang's corridor outside, touched the back of his head and said to himself, "I'm off-limited?" As he said, he closed the door without thinking.

Soon there was a drizzling sound in the bathroom. Lin Yin, who walked over gently, took a step back with his hands in his chest, lowered his waist slightly and looked at the crack in the door of the 3o1 room. What the hell? Who bought the carpet? What can you do if you buy such a thick one? You can't see anything.

Lin Yin, who shook his head, simply straightened up and reached out to touch the doorbell.

"Don't press!" Suddenly, a cold voice came from Lin Yin's back room 3o2. Lin Yin reflexively withdrew his hand, and suddenly a cold sweat broke out from his whole body, and his feet staggered back and took a sudden step back. Damn, what happened to her just now? Why did she seem to be out of control again in an instant...

Lin Yin, who suppressed the panic in her heart, looked at Wen Jiu who was smiling, and her heart was beating and had no intention of slowing down. She casually pulled the thread behind her ears and explained to Wen Jiu stiffly: "Well, I have nothing else to mean, I just..." Lin Yin, who didn't know what she was talking about, shrugged at Wen Jiu and spread her hands, saying, "Okay, I don't seem to remember the people living here, so I want to come and take a look."

Lin Yin, who was amused by the warm wine explained by Lin Yin, said, "If you knew about me, you would be surprised. If you were not the room you bought, how could you have an impression?"

"What? How is it possible, I've been at the front desk..."

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Who did the room surgery?

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