After rebirth, I rely on metaphysics to become the favorite of the wealthy group

Chapter 10 He is confused!

Wei Xingzhe was a little curious about how graceful the man of influence sixty years ago was.

Feng Cheng ignored him, sat on the leather sofa, crossed his legs, and said in a cold voice, "You'll know later!"

At first, he was not sure whether it was her or not. Until just now, the girl kicked the person away with one kick. This move made him convinced.

she……

She has come back!

Zhou Yi!

We are going to meet again...

Is it time to fulfill the promises made in this life?

Here, Zhou Mo and Fang Shiji went shopping in the mall and bought a pair of glasses.

"Grandmaster, my brother helped me transfer to another school. After the National Day holiday, I can go to school with you." Fang Shiji rambled on.

Zhou Mo didn't know what he wanted to express, so he glanced at him and raised his eyebrows, "Get to the point!"

Fang Shiji squinted his eyes and smiled, with a pleasant look, "That's right, I have no relatives in T city. Can you take me in? I can be your bodyguard."

He could actually buy a villa, but then he wouldn't be able to go to school with his ancestor.

The most important thing is that he wants to be the first person beside his ancestor.

But he heard from the housekeeper that Zhuohua's CEO personally came to deliver clothes to the Patriarch.

Not even the famous ladies in Sijiu City have enjoyed this kind of treatment.

The reason why Meng Qin came to visit him was definitely because he was interested in the strength of the Patriarch.

So he had a flash of inspiration and guessed that Meng Qin must want to curry favor with the Patriarch so that he could inherit the Patriarch's mantle!

There was no way he could let Meng Qin succeed in his evil plan!

Zhou Mo thought it was something, "I didn't ask you to move out either."

The two of them walked towards the elevator entrance, and Fang Shiji happily pressed the switch button first.

"But... you are weak. Tomorrow, you will be responsible for planting the land in the back garden."

"ah?"

"Any questions?"

"without……"

How dare he have any questions? It is his honor to plant flowers and grass for his ancestor.

His grandfather didn’t receive this treatment yet!

When Fang Shiji thought about it, he felt much better.

There is also a triumphant smile on his face, the kind of arrogance that exudes in his bones.

Zhou Mo looked at him like that and laughed softly!

Xiaofang’s grandson is really... cute and silly!

"How is your grandpa's health?" Zhou Mo asked as he walked in as soon as the elevator door opened.

Fang Shiji followed and pressed the 12th floor, "Grandpa is in good health, but he keeps coughing!"

"cold?"

"Well, grandpa is old and always catches a cold, but nothing else happens!"

In Fang Shiji's opinion, these are normal, but for Zhou Mo, it is not an ordinary thing.

She is a Talisman Master. Although she cannot control everyone's life and death, her descendants are not in such bad health that they often catch colds!

Moreover, during her lifetime, she always used pharmacology to regulate the bodies of her disciples. Logically speaking, unless the end was approaching, they would not suffer from colds all year round.

Could it be caused by the scarcity of spiritual power?

Obviously, this statement is not true, but it is not impossible. Zhou Mo sighed and had to quickly find a place with abundant spiritual power to restore her skills, otherwise she would not even be able to explore the soul-killing talisman.

***

Qinyuan Tea House, inside the private room.

Wei Xingzhe was a little restless. He looked at the expensive watch on his wrist from time to time and said, "It's a quarter past ten. Master, will something happen on the way?"

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps came from the door. Wei Xingzhe tightened his body and looked at the door, and heard the thumping of his heartbeat in his chest.

grass

He was more nervous than the first time he fell in love. As for why he was nervous, it might be because of the retrograde nine needles!

When Zhou Mo's figure appeared at the door, Feng Cheng's hand holding the tea cup tightened, his dark pupils tightened, his expression was slightly panicked, and his heart was confused!

Wei Xingzhe, who was full of expectations, looked at it and his smile froze. He was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She was very beautiful and showed a certain amount of heroism. She was wearing a white waistcoat sweater and a beige pink knee-length shorts.

skirt, a pair of slender skirts wrapped with white mid-calf socks, and white canvas shoes on her feet.

Her French-style natural curls accentuated her incomparable beauty, and she was dressed in vintage style, as if she were an aristocratic daughter who came out of the last century.

But Wei Xingzhe could tell that this outfit was from Zhuohua Couture!

Those who can afford Zhuohua custom-made clothes are either rich or noble!

After taking a closer look, isn't she the cool girl who kicked someone downstairs just now?

What is she doing here? Wei Xingzhe had a wasted expression on his face, "Two children, you are in the wrong room."

Zhou Mo ignored Wei Xingzhe, his eyes fell on Feng Cheng, and his figure flashed in his mind.

It's him!

A walking black car!

Is he a bird?

Seeing Wei Xingzhe, Fang Shiji was startled, "Young Master Wei?"

Why did he come to T city?

Is there anyone in the imperial capital to treat him?

Zhou Mo looked away from the man and glanced at Wei Xingzhe, "You're right, I tell fortunes every day and I won't tell you!"

Wei Xingzhe sneered, "Are you kidding? How can the master be a high school student?" Children nowadays don't even draft a lie.

Wei Xingzhe jerked, his mouth not keeping up with his brain, he was unsure, "What? You said you tell your fortune every day but not you?"

Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows and nodded, his expression cold and slow, as if he was joking.

"Are you kidding? The master is at least eighty years old. If you don't learn a lesson at a young age, you will learn to lie." Wei Xingzhe said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

He had just seen Zhou Mo beating someone, and he thought that Zhou Mo was a bad girl.

Fang Shiji's face darkened, his tone was strong, and he wanted to hit someone, "Young Master Wei, please speak with respect, our ancestor is not a liar."

In the past, Fang Shiji would be afraid of a direct conflict with the Wei family, but since Wei Xingzhe was rude to his ancestor, don't blame him for being rude.

Even the Wei family, the Fang family can afford to offend.

Hearing the young man beside the girl speak, Wei Xingzhe noticed him and was stunned for a moment, "Fang Shiji?"

Why did the young master of the Fang family come to T city?

Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows and said in a cold tone, "Who is a bird?" But he kept looking at Feng Cheng.

At this time, Feng Cheng, who was sitting on the sofa, met her gaze and smiled, "I am!" His tone was cool and cool, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

Of course, this is just Zhou Mo's personal opinion.

When Fang Shiji saw Feng Cheng, his eyes were as wide as copper bells. He swallowed subconsciously and reached out to grab Zhou Mo's arm, but his hand missed.

Zhou Mo walked straight to the man and sat down on a chair beside him. His uninvited style of sitting was in line with the laid-back style of his ancestor!

However, that is the ninth master of the Feng family, who is nicknamed the Living King of Hell and can live longer than a hundred years.

As for how he got this title, Fang Shiji still hasn't figured it out yet.

But the definition he gave in his heart was that he never went out all year round and never saw the sun, so he was called the Living King of Hell.

His grandfather often warned him that in the world, except for the Feng family in Sijiu City, other aristocratic families could offend him at will.

Fang Shiji always kept this sentence in mind!

I originally wanted to remind the Grandmaster, but their Grandmaster was not afraid at all. Thinking of the Grandmaster's deeds during his lifetime, he suddenly became hardened.

Because, his ancestor is the number one magic talisman master. How can a mere Feng Shui master compare to him?

Thinking of this, Fang Shiji ran up behind Zhou Mo, even looking at Feng Cheng with a little arrogance.

Wei Xingzhe stepped forward in stunned silence, "Brother Cheng, is she really a fortune teller every day?"

(End of chapter)