Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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Thinking that he was not capable of taking a picture of the sun drop, Yang Zimei, who had already browsed through all the jewelry, had lost interest in this place.

What's more, she really doesn't like being stared at by that weirdo Antony like a thorn in the side, and Sadako doesn't seem to like being chased by those crazy bees and butterflies who feel good about themselves.

"Young Master An, I'm so sorry, we have something urgent to leave now."

Yang Zimei said to An Dongyang.

"You're leaving so soon? Don't you have any jewelry you like? I'm going to give you one or two pieces as well." An Dongyang said a little surprised.

"I don't have anything I like at the moment. Thank you, Mr. An. If there is something I like, I prefer to buy it myself." Yang Zimei said with a smile, politely rejecting his idea of ​​giving something to her.

The corners of An Dongyang's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

Just now, Murong Yunqing warned him not to offend Yang Zimei, because he was not someone he could offend.

He asked Murong Yunqing who Yang Zimei was.

Murong Yunqing did not answer, but simply said: "Anyway, don't treat her like an ordinary woman. Even I have to respect her very much."

Hearing this, An Dongyang felt heavy.

He didn't know whether he should continue chasing her.

This was the first time that he had such a strong desire to pursue a girl, and even thought about marrying her as his wife in the future.

Unexpectedly, Murong Yunqing continued to say to him, "Also, her man is not someone you can look up to. Don't have too many delusions about her. There is nothing wrong with just being friends with her."

"Who is her man?" An Dongyang asked unwillingly.

"You can't meet a hairless person. Not to mention her men, her disciples alone are scary enough." No matter what, An Dongyang is his cousin and loved by his grandfather.

His grandson, he couldn't just watch him die without overestimating his abilities.

"Disciple? What disciple? Did she become someone else's master at such a young age?" An Dongyang asked confused.

"Her disciple is Jiang Ziliang, the young marshal of the Seventeenth Division, the grandson of the head of state. I won't say much else. Also, shut up your sister. She is in a good mood today and does not care about your sister. She belongs to your sister.

Luck, otherwise, the consequences will be difficult to predict, and it will affect the life and death of your entire Anjia."

Murong Yunqing revealed the powerful relationship.

An Dongyang was stunned when he heard this.

Because Zhou Guangyu's grandfather was from the Guangyuan Military Region, he would often tell him some legendary things about the army, and the one he talked about the most was the 17th Division.

And Jiang Ziliang, the young marshal of the 17th Division, is even more legendary and the idol of the four of them.

He never imagined that this idol would actually be Yang Zimei's disciple.

"Cousin, are you mistaken?" An Dongyang took a breath and asked, "How could she be Marshal Jiang's master at such a young age? What kind of master is she? What's so magical about her?"

"I don't know the reason for this. You also saw the Land Rover she drove. It was specially made for her by Marshal Jiang from the United States."

Murong Yunqing said.

"Oh my god! I thought her elders were from the military region!" An Dongyang felt like he was going to be defeated by the truth Murong Yunqing said.

"That's all I can say. The rest is up to you."

Murong Yunqing patted An Dongyang on the shoulder and went to do her business.

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