Chapter 92

Shen Chengjing asked for an autograph, which was "a blessing to send his son back."

She did not understand, holding up the sign: "master, what does this sign mean?"

The master sitting on the stage, who was writing scriptures, heard her voice. He put down his writing brush, got up and took over the signature with both hands. He looked at it carefully: "Miss, it's a good signature. It's a double happiness to send the children back. Is there a happy event recently?"

"There seems to be." I picked up a husband on the way, she thought.

"Finally, there will be a big joy. Seeing the red light of Miss Yin hall is just a sign of good luck." The master pressed the signature aside and continued, "Miss, please show me your right hand."

Shen Cheng sat there, stretched out her right hand, and the fingertips of the master crossed her palmprint, shaking her head.

"Master, isn't it bad?" Her heart was raised.

"Good, not good! "Happiness brings disaster, and luck is also a peach blossom disaster. It also appears with the same shoulder. In recent days, there must be hand and foot disturbances, but it's a blessing, and it will be resolved naturally." Said the master.

There was something strange in her heart, as if everything had been said.

"Master, I also want to ask for a peace talisman."

Half an hour later, she just tossed over and walked out with the amulet. Mo Yanchen stood outside, looking down at the plum blossom, a little absorbed.

"Uncle, you are so lucky! In this temple, there are only two runes in a month, one on the first day of junior high school and the other on the fifteenth day of junior high school. They have been asked for one each She raised the talisman in her hand as if she were selling: "this is for you. No matter when, you are not allowed to leave."

Mo Yanchen looked at the Ping'an talisman in his palm. It was actually a piece of cloth with chicken blood. It was folded into three strips. It was a bit strange. But at this time, he had a different feeling.

"Good."

She reached for his arm and strode out.

"I brought all the props today." With a mysterious smile, she took the shooting stick from her bag and put it in front of him, with a narcissistic look on her face: "it's rare to see plum blossom bud so beautiful. Take a group photo."

She ran to him and put on an OK pose. Mo Yanchen looked at the camera without expression. He really didn't have the habit of taking pictures.

Looking at her taking a picture, Zhang Fu can be very satisfied, his eyes become more gentle.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir." At this time, a man in a black suit came forward.

"What's the matter?" His voice was slightly cold.

"My young lady has something to ask. Please move." The bodyguard said respectfully, but looked in another direction.

Following his line of sight, Shen Chengjing saw a girl who was dressed in fashion, beautiful, and full of ladylike temperament. She stood there, but her eyes passed through her, looking at Mo Yanchen.

"Uncle, I'm lucky!" She accentuated the word "peach blossom luck".

Mo Yanchen lowered his head, reached out and pinched the tip of her nose: "it's so ugly."

"Who do you think is ugly?" She put out her hand and patted him on the arm.

"Ugly women need to be accosted." He said solemnly, reaching for her to leave.

"Sir." The bodyguard stopped him. So far, no one dares to refuse his miss's invitation. The man was obviously born in bliss.

"Answer for me. I dare to ask your young lady, what does it mean to invite a married man so graciously?" He said in a deep voice, leading her towards the gallop.

Jiang Yuanyuan heard the bodyguard convey, some can't believe that such an excellent man, obviously a dragon in the crowd, married?

"Did you find out who he was?"

"The information from the intelligence network can't find this person."

"That's interesting." Jiang Yuanyuan took up the lipstick and applied it. His eyes twinkled with the light of conquest.

Even she can not find people, it is really fun to the extreme.