help?
Although she didn't feel the hostility that made her defensive from the young man in front of him, Wu Miaomiao naturally resisted because of his identity as a member of the Metaphysical Association. What's more, since she came to the sea market, she has not suffered once or twice. Wu Miaomiao, who has been beaten up by society, is no longer the Wu Miaomiao he once was. She will always remember the Dafa taught to her by Xianggong.
"Msang Gong, how do you look at people to distinguish between good and bad people?" This is the question Wu Miaomiao asked Ji Lang after she was framed by Dean Hong after she came out of the detention center.
"I don't know." Ji Lang replied.
"Then Xiang Gong, how do you think about people?" Wu Miaomiao felt that Ji Lang seemed to be seldom deceived.
"There is no good person in my eyes." Ji Lang replied coldly.
Xianggong is really smart, assuming everyone is a bad person, and then being more alert, naturally he will not be deceived, and Wu Miaomiao feels that he has benefited a lot.
"Don't help." Wu Miaomiao looked at the young man named Sang Wenhao in front of him with caution, and refused mercilessly.
"Why?!" Sang Wenhao was anxious, his thick myopia glasses couldn't stop the eagerness in his eyes.
"If you let me help, I'll help." Wu Miaomiao crossed him to leave.
Sang Wenhao hurried to catch up: "I won't let you help in vain, I can pay you."
"Still not helping." Wu Miaomiao continued to refuse without thinking.
"Why? Don't hesitate to mention what conditions do you have, I will definitely satisfy you." Sang Wenhao said anxiously.
"Please me, I need to take out one-tenth of the total net worth. You are still in elementary school, and I don't want one-tenth of the pocket money." If Wu Miaomiao is in a good mood, he will help. But the people of the Xuan Society must charge high prices, and it may not necessarily help.
"You say a number, I want it from my dad." Sang Wenhao said.
"No, my rule is one-tenth of the person's worth." Wu Miaomiao only collects the money in proportion, not the amount.
"Then...I will give you one-tenth of the money I will earn every year. Do you think this is okay?" Sang Wenhao's mind turned very fast, and he quickly thought of a solution, "I have good qualifications. In two years, I will be able to go out and take on assignments and make money. It will definitely be no problem to earn one hundred thousand a month. When I get older, I might take over my dad's position and become the president of the Profound Society of Licheng."
"Then I have to collect bills from you every year?"
"You don't need to collect it, I will definitely give it to you on time every year." Sang Wenhao promised.
"Of course you said it nicely. Then you let me help and I'll finish helping. The money is not what you like. Although I can also ask for the bill, why should I have such trouble?" She has never been in business. It's all a one-off deal, and she won't do business with a long billing period. These years, it is the uncle who owes the money, so she shouldn't bother to ask for the bill.
"You..." Sang Wenhao didn't expect this to happen. He scratched his head anxiously, paused, and suddenly remembered the description of the Witch Clan’s preferences in the ancient book. Don’t you all like black things? We have a civet in our family. It’s completely dark and full of aura. It has the function of breaking evil and avoiding calamities. It is a rare spiritual pet in the Profound Clan.
This pet was specially found by his father, San Tian, to raise him, so that he can protect him when he goes out hunting ghosts in the future.
"No." They Witch Clan likes black things, but no matter how dark they are, can they be blacker than my family? There is the Xianggong jade in front, and other things are inferior in her eyes.
"The black fox? The black dog? The black weasel..." The young man was anxious and said all the black spiritual things he could think of.
Wu Miao ignored it, and hurried away holding the cursed doll.
Seeing Wu Miaomiao's determination not to help him, the young man stood there in a daze, looking dazed and helpless.
Wu Miaomiao took a circle outside, feeling that the time was almost up, and returned to the studio with the cursed doll. After a while, it was time for get off work, Ji Lang got down from the stairs and called Wu Miaomiao to go back together.
The two came out of the park and were about to walk to the parking lot. A figure suddenly appeared in front of them. Wu Miaomiao looked intently. It was the young man who was blocking her outside in the afternoon.
"Why did you follow here?" Wu Miaomiao frowned irritably, and said in a bad tone.
Ji Lang glanced at the composure boy in front of him, and asked suspiciously, "You know?"
"The members of the Metaphysical Association suddenly appeared in the afternoon and said they wanted me to help." Wu Miaomiao exclaimed, "I won't help them."
"You..." Sang Wenhao looked anxious and pleaded, "How can you help me? Can you help me if I am not a member of the Metaphysics Association? I can withdraw from the Metaphysics Association."
"Don't help." If you can't make money, don't help the person who bullies the Xianggong. "Shanggong, we go."
Ji Lang glanced at the young man, did not speak, and Wu Miaomiao continued to walk to the parking lot. At this moment, Dong Yongyuan also followed out of the park. He saw the young man standing at the entrance of the park and cried out in surprise: "Xiaohao?!"
"Brother Dongzi?" Sang Wenhao was startled when he saw Dong Yongyuan, then turned around in a hurry and wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand.
"Why are you here, what's wrong with you?" Dong Yongyuan noticed that the boy was in a bad mood.
"I..." Sang Wenhao glanced in Wu Miaomiao's direction.
Dong Yongyuan looked at it, and was shocked. He dragged Sang Wenhao aside and said in fear: "You won't come to trouble our boss and wife boss, you won't be cursed anymore."
Dongyongyuan was eager to check the next one, and he wanted to cry without crying, and he was appointed to be cleaned up by the proprietress.
"Who is your boss?" Sang Wenhao's mood has gradually stabilized at this time, but his eyes are still a little red.
Dong Yongyuan silently glanced at the place Sang Wenhao had just looked at.
"That wizard is your boss?!" Sang Wenhao was suddenly excited.
"No." The young boy Jingliang's eyes gradually dimmed, and he heard Dong Yongyuan add again, "It's the boss."
"Brother Dongzi!" Sang Wenhao grabbed Dong Yongyuan's arm, and the powerful Dong Yongyuan was almost dragged down by him.
"What's wrong? Tell me if you have something, don't drag me."
"You help me, let your boss's wife save my mother." Sang Wenhao said urgently.
"What? Can my boss save my aunt?" Dong Yongyuan was also startled. "My aunt's situation, doesn't it mean that there is no way to save it?"
Sang Wenhao and Dong Yongyuan are cousins, and their mother is a sister. Sang Wenhao’s mother is Dong Yongyuan’s aunt. There were some accidents when she gave birth to Sang Wenhao. The association has tried her best for more than ten years. The method, the conclusion reached is that it is impossible to save, and even after death, the aunt may become a ghost and cannot be reborn.
This was a great tragedy, and no one would dare to say something before Sang Wenhao, but Dong Yongyuan was so surprised that he couldn't help but say it.
"She is a wizard, and the wizard has a way." Sang Wenhao explained anxiously, "I have seen in a book that the wizard has a secret technique that may save my mother. Brother Dongzi, I will talk to you later. You said, can you go and beg her to help me? I asked her for help just now, but she didn't agree to me."
"You... don't panic first, you let me stroke it." Dong Yongyuan was a little confused.
"Brother Dongzi, go and stop them, they are leaving." Sang Wenhao stamped his foot anxiously.
"I..." Dong Yongyuan looked around, his mind was hot, and he dragged his cousin to the parking lot, "Boss, boss, wait a minute."
Wu Miaomiao, who was about to get in the car, heard Dong Yongyuan's voice and turned around in surprise: "What's the matter?"
"Boss, can you go back later, let me tell you something?" Dong Yongyuan flattered.
Wu Miaomiao glanced at the anxious young man standing behind Dong Yongyuan, and guessed: "Do you know each other?"
"Well, this is my cousin, dear." Dong Yongyuan dragged Sang Wenhao over.
Wu Miaomiao suddenly became entangled. He didn't expect this boy to be Dong Yongyuan's cousin, so Dong Yongyuan must have asked himself for help. This is difficult. She can not give face to the Metaphysical Association, but she has to give Dong Yongyuan face, after all, she eats all kinds of snacks bought by others every day.
"Ms. Boss?" Seeing Wu Miaomiao ignored her, Dong Yongyuan couldn't help but yelled again.
"Something? Tell me." Ji Lang got out of the car and glanced at Dong Yongyuan coldly.
Dong Yongyuan suddenly got cold, and pulled his cousin back quickly: "It's okay, don't worry, I will talk to the lady boss tomorrow. Boss, you are busy with you."
"Get in the car." Ji Lang motioned to Wu Miaomiao to get in the car.
After the car left, Sang Wenhao hurriedly broke away from Dong Yongyuan's hand: "Brother Dongzi, why did you let them go."
"What are you anxious for?" Dong Yongyuan was a little hot in his brain just now by his cousin, and now he calmed down. "It's not that you can't see you today. You tell me what's going on first. I figured it out tomorrow I'll ask you questions when you go to work."
Sang Wenhao thought for a while and felt reasonable, and then he quieted down.
"Go, you come home with me first." Dong Yongyuan dragged his cousin into his car.
help?
Although she didn't feel the hostility that made her defensive from the young man in front of him, Wu Miaomiao naturally resisted because of his identity as a member of the Metaphysical Association. What's more, since she came to the sea market, she has not suffered once or twice. Wu Miaomiao, who has been beaten up by society, is no longer the Wu Miaomiao he once was. She will always remember the Dafa taught to her by Xianggong.
"Msang Gong, how do you look at people to distinguish between good and bad people?" This is the question Wu Miaomiao asked Ji Lang after she was framed by Dean Hong after she came out of the detention center.
"I don't know." Ji Lang replied.
"Then Xiang Gong, how do you think about people?" Wu Miaomiao felt that Ji Lang seemed to be seldom deceived.
"There is no good person in my eyes." Ji Lang replied coldly.
Xianggong is really smart, assuming everyone is a bad person, and then being more alert, naturally he will not be deceived, and Wu Miaomiao feels that he has benefited a lot.
"Don't help." Wu Miaomiao looked at the young man named Sang Wenhao in front of him with caution, and refused mercilessly.
"Why?!" Sang Wenhao was anxious, his thick myopia glasses couldn't stop the eagerness in his eyes.
"If you let me help, I'll help." Wu Miaomiao crossed him to leave.
Sang Wenhao hurried to catch up: "I won't let you help in vain, I can pay you."
"Still not helping." Wu Miaomiao continued to refuse without thinking.
"Why? Don't hesitate to mention what conditions do you have, I will definitely satisfy you." Sang Wenhao said anxiously.
"Please me, I need to take out one-tenth of the total net worth. You are still in elementary school, and I don't want one-tenth of the pocket money." If Wu Miaomiao is in a good mood, he will help. But the people of the Xuan Society must charge high prices, and it may not necessarily help.
"You say a number, I want it from my dad." Sang Wenhao said.
"No, my rule is one-tenth of the person's worth." Wu Miaomiao only collects the money in proportion, not the amount.
"Then...I will give you one-tenth of the money I will earn every year. Do you think this is okay?" Sang Wenhao's mind turned very fast, and he quickly thought of a solution, "I have good qualifications. In two years, I will be able to go out and take on assignments and make money. It will definitely be no problem to earn one hundred thousand a month. When I get older, I might take over my dad's position and become the president of the Profound Society of Licheng."
"Then I have to collect bills from you every year?"
"You don't need to collect it, I will definitely give it to you on time every year." Sang Wenhao promised.
"Of course you said it nicely. Then you let me help and I'll finish helping. The money is not what you like. Although I can also ask for the bill, why should I have such trouble?" She has never been in business. It's all a one-off deal, and she won't do business with a long billing period. These years, it is the uncle who owes the money, so she shouldn't bother to ask for the bill.
"You..." Sang Wenhao didn't expect this to happen. He scratched his head anxiously, paused, and suddenly remembered the description of the Witch Clan’s preferences in the ancient book. Don’t you all like black things? We have a civet in our family. It’s completely dark and full of aura. It has the function of breaking evil and avoiding calamities. It is a rare spiritual pet in the Profound Clan.
This pet was specially found by his father, San Tian, to raise him, so that he can protect him when he goes out hunting ghosts in the future.
"No." They Witch Clan likes black things, but no matter how dark they are, can they be blacker than my family? There is the Xianggong jade in front, and other things are inferior in her eyes.
"The black fox? The black dog? The black weasel..." The young man was anxious and said all the black spiritual things he could think of.
Wu Miao ignored it, and hurried away holding the cursed doll.
Seeing Wu Miaomiao's determination not to help him, the young man stood there in a daze, looking dazed and helpless.
Wu Miaomiao took a circle outside, feeling that the time was almost up, and returned to the studio with the cursed doll. After a while, it was time for get off work, Ji Lang got down from the stairs and called Wu Miaomiao to go back together.
The two came out of the park and were about to walk to the parking lot. A figure suddenly appeared in front of them. Wu Miaomiao looked intently. It was the young man who was blocking her outside in the afternoon.
"Why did you follow here?" Wu Miaomiao frowned irritably, and said in a bad tone.
Ji Lang glanced at the composure boy in front of him, and asked suspiciously, "You know?"
"The members of the Metaphysical Association suddenly appeared in the afternoon and said they wanted me to help." Wu Miaomiao exclaimed, "I won't help them."
"You..." Sang Wenhao looked anxious and pleaded, "How can you help me? Can you help me if I am not a member of the Metaphysics Association? I can withdraw from the Metaphysics Association."
"Don't help." If you can't make money, don't help the person who bullies the Xianggong. "Shanggong, we go."
Ji Lang glanced at the young man, did not speak, and Wu Miaomiao continued to walk to the parking lot. At this moment, Dong Yongyuan also followed out of the park. He saw the young man standing at the entrance of the park and cried out in surprise: "Xiaohao?!"
"Brother Dongzi?" Sang Wenhao was startled when he saw Dong Yongyuan, then turned around in a hurry and wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand.
"Why are you here, what's wrong with you?" Dong Yongyuan noticed that the boy was in a bad mood.
"I..." Sang Wenhao glanced in Wu Miaomiao's direction.
Dong Yongyuan looked at it, and was shocked. He dragged Sang Wenhao aside and said in fear: "You won't come to trouble our boss and wife boss, you won't be cursed anymore."
Dongyongyuan was eager to check the next one, and he wanted to cry without crying, and he was appointed to be cleaned up by the proprietress.
"Who is your boss?" Sang Wenhao's mood has gradually stabilized at this time, but his eyes are still a little red.
Dong Yongyuan silently glanced at the place Sang Wenhao had just looked at.
"That wizard is your boss?!" Sang Wenhao was suddenly excited.
"No." The young boy Jingliang's eyes gradually dimmed, and he heard Dong Yongyuan add again, "It's the boss."
"Brother Dongzi!" Sang Wenhao grabbed Dong Yongyuan's arm, and the powerful Dong Yongyuan was almost dragged down by him.
"What's wrong? Tell me if you have something, don't drag me."
"You help me, let your boss's wife save my mother." Sang Wenhao said urgently.
"What? Can my boss save my aunt?" Dong Yongyuan was also startled. "My aunt's situation, doesn't it mean that there is no way to save it?"
Sang Wenhao and Dong Yongyuan are cousins, and their mother is a sister. Sang Wenhao’s mother is Dong Yongyuan’s aunt. There were some accidents when she gave birth to Sang Wenhao. The association has tried her best for more than ten years. The method, the conclusion reached is that it is impossible to save, and even after death, the aunt may become a ghost and cannot be reborn.
This was a great tragedy, and no one would dare to say something before Sang Wenhao, but Dong Yongyuan was so surprised that he couldn't help but say it.
"She is a wizard, and the wizard has a way." Sang Wenhao explained anxiously, "I have seen in a book that the wizard has a secret technique that may save my mother. Brother Dongzi, I will talk to you later. You said, can you go and beg her to help me? I asked her for help just now, but she didn't agree to me."
"You... don't panic first, you let me stroke it." Dong Yongyuan was a little confused.
"Brother Dongzi, go and stop them, they are leaving." Sang Wenhao stamped his foot anxiously.
"I..." Dong Yongyuan looked around, his mind was hot, and he dragged his cousin to the parking lot, "Boss, boss, wait a minute."
Wu Miaomiao, who was about to get in the car, heard Dong Yongyuan's voice and turned around in surprise: "What's the matter?"
"Boss, can you go back later, let me tell you something?" Dong Yongyuan flattered.
Wu Miaomiao glanced at the anxious young man standing behind Dong Yongyuan, and guessed: "Do you know each other?"
"Well, this is my cousin, dear." Dong Yongyuan dragged Sang Wenhao over.
Wu Miaomiao suddenly became entangled. He didn't expect this boy to be Dong Yongyuan's cousin, so Dong Yongyuan must have asked himself for help. This is difficult. She can not give face to the Metaphysical Association, but she has to give Dong Yongyuan face, after all, she eats all kinds of snacks bought by others every day.
"Ms. Boss?" Seeing Wu Miaomiao ignored her, Dong Yongyuan couldn't help but yelled again.
"Something? Tell me." Ji Lang got out of the car and glanced at Dong Yongyuan coldly.
Dong Yongyuan suddenly got cold, and pulled his cousin back quickly: "It's okay, don't worry, I will talk to the lady boss tomorrow. Boss, you are busy with you."
"Get in the car." Ji Lang motioned to Wu Miaomiao to get in the car.
After the car left, Sang Wenhao hurriedly broke away from Dong Yongyuan's hand: "Brother Dongzi, why did you let them go."
"What are you anxious for?" Dong Yongyuan was a little hot in his brain just now by his cousin, and now he calmed down. "It's not that you can't see you today. You tell me what's going on first. I figured it out tomorrow I'll ask you questions when you go to work."
Sang Wenhao thought for a while and felt reasonable, and then he quieted down.
"Go, you come home with me first." Dong Yongyuan dragged his cousin into his car.
