Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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When she returned home, her parents immediately greeted her when they saw her, and asked with concern: "Niuniu, Yang Hong didn't make things difficult for you, right?"

"He dares?"

Yang Zimei raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Then how much money did he give you? You really won't donate all the 30 million, will you?" Grandpa asked anxiously.

Yang Zimei glanced at his grandfather and said, "I won't take any of it. If they can donate the money, that's their blessing. If they can't, it will be a disaster."

When Yang Bai heard this, he became anxious and poked his crutch and scolded, "What a stupid fool. Why are you so stupid that you don't even want money?"

"Grandpa, not all money in this world can be obtained. It should not be your money. If you take it, you will get into trouble."

"Dad, Niuniu is right. Which of the Yang Hong family's money is clean? We don't care." Yang Qing patted his daughter on the shoulder and said encouragingly, "Dad supports you!"

"Thank you, dad. I'm going into the room to take a shower."

After a busy day today, coupled with the perverted hesitation that constantly absorbed the evil spirit, she felt a little tired both physically and mentally, and just wanted to be alone as soon as possible.

She entered the room and put the ginseng box she was holding on the table. Thinking of the wooden sign she saw at Min Yulin's place, she took out her mahogany sign from the drawer and used a magnifying glass to carefully examine the strange sign on it.

But I can't understand the pattern. I don't know what era it comes from and what its significance is.

At this time, the curtains moved slightly——

Her heart was filled with joy, and she turned to look over, only to see a red rose swaying on the windowsill, reflecting her expectant smile.

She locked the door, walked over, reached out and took out the rose, raised it to her nose, closed her eyes and smelled it.

This is the first flower she has received in her life!

Happiness filled her heart, sweet...

Long Zhutian jumped up from under the window, stretched out his arms and hugged her directly from behind, resting his chin on the top of her hair, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you like it?"

"Um."

"From now on, I will give you something different every day." Long Zhutian lowered his head and kissed her hair.

A softness spreads directly from the top of the hair to the whole body. Breathing tightens, and the lake in the heart is rippling like a tide...

"Go to sleep!" Long Zhutian said to her, sounding like an old married couple.

Hearing this, Yang Zimei's face turned red again and said shyly: "You go to bed first, I haven't taken a shower yet."

"Oh, then I'll wait for you!"

Long Zhutian released his hold on her waist, took off his shoes, and lay lazily on the bed, resting his head on his hands.

Yang Zimei saw that he was wearing a black shirt and jeans, and hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you not comfortable sleeping dressed like this?"

"Well, it's indeed uncomfortable. How about I sleep completely naked?"

Long Zhutian's eyebrows were raised, and an evil smile appeared on the corners of his lips...

When he is not smiling, he is as cold and serious as an unsheathed ancient sword. When he smiles, he is like a spring flower blooming, confounding all living beings and confusing people's minds.

The roots of Yang Zimei's ears burned red, and she hurriedly turned her face away and said in a hasty tone, "I mean, let you wear pajamas."

"Pajamas? Are you ready for me?" Long Zhutian smiled happily.

"No...no...this is your own thing, prepare it yourself." Yang Zimei fled into the bathroom in the room, her face so red that it almost felt like it was burning.