Refuse to spoil!The milk bag is the most curly working child in Xuanmen

Chapter 89

Qi Susu was holding the buttons and fiddling with them, while thinking of ways to solicit business.

Just before I could figure it out, an unexpected event came.

A large group of bodyguards came from the alley, surrounded by a tall man.

The man was wearing a suit, but he had a yellow tulip in his chest pocket.

He has picturesque eyebrows, jade face and red lips, and his smile is very gentle.

The man pointed to the shop of the old Taoist priest.

Immediately, the black bodyguard walked up, swung the iron bar in his hand and it was crackling.

Within a few minutes, the shop was smashed to pieces, and stubble even burst into her side.

Qi Susu's mouth opened into an O shape as she sat by and watched.

This uncle... so... so fierce.

The barrage in the live broadcast room also exploded:
"Damn it, what did I see? Smash the scene!"

"Don't you call the police? This old man is too pitiful."

"I don't know about the upstairs. Fengshui Street is full of fortune-tellers. If you don't cheat for a while, and the opposite is a ruthless person, you will be smashed."

"Yes, this kind of thing is very common in Fengshui Street. It is said that another department is in charge."

"Oh, how pitiful..."

The bodyguards smashed up the entire store, and the compass was broken in two. The old Taoist shivered and said tremblingly, "You...you are?"

The man walked over slowly with his hands in his pockets, and his smile became sweeter:
"The last time I asked you to count, I told you that I don't like liars."

"Look, you don't listen to anything."

When the old Taoist thought of something, his legs were so frightened that his legs went limp, and his body kept shaking: "I'm sorry! Please be generous, my lord! Please spare me this time!"

The man waved his hand, and the bodyguard took the flag behind the old Taoist priest.

"For the sake of the management department on Fengshui Street, please forgive me, the next time I see you, I will..."

The man pinched the flag, and the iron rod broke directly.

"understand……"

The old Taoist's legs gave way and he fell to the ground, completely terrified.

No matter what kind of fairy style, he Gululu got up and ran, but accidentally knocked off his long beard.

The man looked at him with a cold smile.

Feeling the freezing sight above his head, the old Taoist didn't dare to turn around to pick up his beard. He lifted his gray Taoist robe, stooped and ran away in a hurry.

The back is as embarrassed as a big mouse.

Wu Yangyang's bodyguards were still surrounded there, the man did not leave in a hurry, but glanced around with interest, and finally focused on Qi Susu.

He smiled silently and walked over suddenly.

Qi Susu grabbed her little hand, feeling a little nervous.

It's not that he can't beat him, it's that he is afraid that he will lift his white cloth.

If you don't have it, you have to buy it, and if you buy it, you have to spend money.

Their budget was only one hundred.

The live broadcast room also exploded at this time:

"Why is this ruthless man coming towards Qi Susu?"

"Yeah, could it be that Susu is cute and wants to kidnap and sell her?"

"Could it be that you want to blow up Susu's business?"

"But Susu didn't provoke him, did she?"

While everyone was discussing and guessing, the man had already walked to Qi Susu's stall, and his expression was very calm.

He beckoned, and the bodyguard understood, and moved the chair confiscated from the old Taoist priest.

The man sat on the chair and asked calmly, "Little girl, will it count as marriage?"

Qi Susu nodded: "Yes, does uncle count as marriage?"

The man nodded: "My name is Yan Zifeng, help me figure out whether my marriage with her will be successful."

He shook his arms and opened a piece of paper, on which the birthdays of the two people were written.

Barrage scrolled in the live broadcast room:

"Is there really a business? Susu is so young, does it count as a marriage?"

"Is this man sick? There are so many fortune tellers, why do you need a child?"

"The upstairs is the problem, Qi Susu doesn't have that ability, so why go to Fengshui Street to be a little liar?"

"Would you like to talk after reading it? How do you know that Susu won't count? The barrage is a prophet per capita?"

"Sit and wait for marriage."

Qi Susu took the paper and pinched her fingers according to the horoscope on it.

It was quite normal at the beginning, but it became more and more strange.

She glanced at her uncle in front of her.

He is very handsome, but his face can't be seen clearly, as if covered by a layer of fog.

Qi Susu checked carefully and returned the paper.

"Uncle Yan, this marriage cannot be made."

Yan Zifeng raised his eyebrows: "How should I say it?"

Qi Susu said euphemistically, "It's too cloudy."

At first I thought he didn't understand, so he would definitely keep asking, but Yan Zifeng suddenly burst out laughing, laughed for a while, then calmed down and said:
"You are right, that woman is not a normal person."

He stood up, glanced at the photographer who was secretly shooting a few meters away, and gave Qi Susu 100 yuan.

"I'm filming a show, I won't bother you anymore."

It was a little strange for Qi Susu to accept the money.

She always felt that this man had a strange familiarity with her.

No matter just came over suddenly and asked her to count the marriage between man and ghost.

Or now it is suddenly pointed out that she is filming a show.

It was as if he knew who she was.

Yan Zifeng knew what she was thinking just by looking at her expression.

He reminded in a low voice: "Do you still remember the Sophora japonica relics you photographed in the Relics Appreciation Association?"

Qi Susu looked at him: "You are..."

Yan Zifeng smiled slightly: "I am the buyer who wants to meet you."

Qi Susu: "..."

It surprised me that.

But haven't you seen it?How did this uncle recognize him?

Yan Zifeng glanced at the intersection, squinted his eyes, and didn't want to say more.

He took out the tulip in his chest and handed it to Qi Susu:
"Guanzhu Xuanqing is very cute, remember to visit the Heritage Treasures Appreciation Association when you have time."

Qi Susu held the tulip in a daze, but saw the uncle leaving in a grandiose manner with bodyguards.

That is, as soon as they left, a group of people in white clothes and helmets appeared at the intersection.

Qi Susu also knew that it was the uniform of the members of the Xuanguan Bureau.

It turns out that Fengshui Street is under the control of the Xuanguan Bureau.

The staff came to inspect the smashed stall, and Qi Susu continued to set up the stall in another place in order not to be affected.

But it didn't work well, and no one came.

The audience on the barrage is still unsatisfied with the marriage just now, and they are still discussing at this time:
"So is Qi Susu's calculation accurate?"

"The man gave the money, it should be right."

"By the way, do you feel that the ruthless man just now looks familiar?"

"Hey, don't tell me, just now I was shocked by the momentum of his smashing the stall, but now that I think about it, that face looks familiar."

Netizens who realized it later began to search immediately, and quickly typed up the man's information:
"Yan Zifeng, a famous jeweler, collector, and Qin Zhi's online sponsor, specially spent 1000 million for Qin Zhi to participate in this high-end reality show."

"So the marriage is the marriage between him and Qin Zhi?"

"Is Yan Fuhao so infatuated?"

　Today's update, yesterday's workload was too much, I take it easy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)