Wife Please Be Obedient

Without the welfare impact, Qin Guanglin was forced to focus on the hair in front of him, his movements sped up a lot, and he was almost blowing.

Sure enough, no matter what you do, you have to concentrate.

"Well, you can rest early." Why not stand up and smooth your hair twice, somewhat satisfied, blowing much better than yesterday.

"Well, let's rest."

Qin Guanglin put the hair dryer away, leaned over and slapped her, then lay on the bed and closed his eyes, "I'm asleep."

"Go to sleep."

"I really slept." Qin Guanglin repeated.

"Hurry up and sleep with you." Why don't you find a photo with your phone, and say you want to send one to Dad He, and let him see what this boyfriend looks like.

Qin Guanglin closed his eyes and stopped moving, pretending that he was really going to sleep, secretly looking forward to it, so why not come here quickly.

Why didn't he think he didn't know this, but he actually knew it, and he knew why didn't he know it felt a bit cool for Qin Guanglin.

Finally found out her little secret, huh, she said she was upright.

Maybe it was really tired during the day. Qin Guanglin fell asleep without knowing it. When he opened his eyes, it was already dawn. He opened his eyes and raised his body.

Why not lying on her own bed and playing with her mobile phone, she suddenly became a little surprised when she saw Qin Guanglin, "What are you doing? Have a nightmare?"

Qin Guanglin glanced at her unwillingly, and said vaguely: "Well, I had a dream."

Why did you fall asleep? It's a big loss.

Did she come over?

There should be...

Annoyed to lie down again, Qin Guanglin turned his body twice, then suddenly turned his head to look at the pillow, his eyes swept back and forth, quietly looking for something.

Huh, there is...

He happily squeezed a long hair from the side, hummed, and really sneaked over again.

"Wake up and wash up." Why urge him, this idiot doesn't know what he is silly about again, inexplicably.

"Hey, good."

Qin Guanglin agreed and looked at his watch to find that it was past nine o'clock.

After washing up and having breakfast together and filling up the backpack again, the two went to the main peak of Zhongnan together.

The main peak is longer than the trail of Cuihua Mountain, and the two of them have been resting for a night, and they are still a little sweaty when they climb to the top.

The weekend is over. There are fewer tourists on the mountain than when they climbed Cuihua Mountain yesterday, but because it is the main peak, there are still some groups of groups of three or five, and they will climb up after a short walk.

Why not sit on the rock next to it, take a few sips of water and look around, pointing to the front and Qin Guanglin branch and saying, "I'll go to the bathroom. You will wait here for a while."

"Go." Qin Guanglin nodded, took a sip of the water in her hand, and stayed in place to look around.

The gate of the main peak of Zhongnan is different from that of Cuihua Mountain. There are various stalls selling food and drink, and there are rows of old men and women sitting on the ground wearing horse hexagrams.

"Young man, do you want to talk about it?" The old man in a white jacket next to him talked to him. "Tell the lost gentleman, call the hero who has been trapped for a long time, and you can ask me anything. I'll help you talk about it."

Qin Guanglin looked up and saw that the old man with gray beard and gray hair, dressed in a white coat, was quite stylish.

"I see you have a ruddy complexion with peach patterns blooming in the corners of your eyes. Have you had a peachy happy event recently?" Seeing that he was silent, the old man continued to flicker.

"My girlfriend just walked away, as long as you see it here you know." Qin Guanglin pouted.

I still think you are old and weak, and you are struggling to climb up. Is this thing considered?

"Cough cough." The old man coughed awkwardly. "Come and try, and wait and wait. I will recite a few words to you. If you feel reliable, let's talk seriously, how about?"

"I have to pay for a serious talk, right?" Qin Guanglin smiled, and waited for a while. He simply stood up from the stone and squatted in front of his stall to see what he would say, "You read it."

"Report the time of birth." The uncle lifted his spirits and took a perpetual calendar from the side after he straightened his posture, and was about to start work.

I'm not afraid of people asking, I'm afraid that people will go straight away, as long as he can say a few words, he is 80% sure to let this young man stay here and pay.

Qin Guanglin hesitated and reported his birth date, waiting to see what flowers the old man could say.

"Wait for me to see..." The old man swept his finger across the perpetual calendar, mumbling something in his mouth.

"Do you want to look up books?" Qin Guanglin suddenly felt even more unreliable, thinking that when Teacher He pinched, Barabala would tell him a big deal. This is the gap.

"Of course it has to be checked. Meteor and the moon must be used by a blind man." The old man explained to him without looking up. "It's reliable to find out this way. You don't care how I check it. The important thing is how I look at it. Just come out and be reliable."

These laymen just have a lot of farts, so they can do the calculations accurately, and they also care about how they calculate, "There are a few over there who need to use mobile phones to arrange them. This is a tool."

"All right." Qin Guanglin looked back at the direction of the toilet indifferently, why not he was still queuing there. It was troublesome for women to go to the toilet, and he couldn't understand.

"Cough." The old man finally checked it out, and scribbled on the paper for a while, cleared his throat and slowly said, "You are good."

"Nonsense!" Qin Guanglin felt that this person was just a fool, so he kept talking about this for a long time. Who doesn't know his life is good?

Can you meet a girlfriend like Teacher He if you have a bad life?

"I haven't finished it yet." The old man was dissatisfied. "You have a horrible character. It is expensive to take the clean up, and the wounded official is the core. It is prosperous to make money. You are an art artist and rely on a pen to eat."

Say some professional words to bluff the layman, and then add a real sentence, this method is a hundred spirits.

"Hey, it's interesting." Qin Guanglin raised an eyebrow to look at him, "Go on."

"This eight-character head is smart. It’s good to learn from a young age. It’s okay to get a bachelor’s degree. It’s one of the best in ancient times. It’s the number one winner in ancient times." After blowing the rainbow fart, the old man lowered his voice and asked, "In addition, is your father? ..."

This line pays attention to three passes. In the past, it was parents, marriage, and children. First of all, you got the **** right, and then you asked for money. Now some changes, the customer base has become young people, and the three passes have also changed. Become a parent, education, affection.

No matter how it changes, the situation of parents is a tough one. There is nothing to taboo about. Let's just say that generally no one is angry because of this kind of thing. This is the rule.

Qin Guanglin didn't think there was anything in this, but nodded in surprise, "Well, I left early, you have something."

He paused, "Can you tell where I was hurt?"

The old man looked at the things written on the paper for a moment, and raised his head confidently, "No, you have not been seriously injured before."

"That's not right." Qin Guanglin smiled and raised his trouser legs and said, "Did you see this scar? It was cut when I was a child."

Sure enough, Teacher He is still good.

The old man was choked and looked at him with an idiotic look, "I am not a god. Only a serious illness such as a hospitalization can be shown in the characters, and you, a scared ghost with a big fingernail can see it." He curled his lips, "Do you still want me to count how many times you hurt your hand when you sharpened a pencil?

"Uh..." Qin Guanglin was inexplicably justified by him. "Then can you tell where there is a mole on my body?"

"Everyone said that I am not a god." The old man was a little angry, "Who can figure this out?"

"I've seen someone who can figure it out." Qin Guanglin's image in his heart became a bit taller.

"Who?!" The old man was sure that he was lifting the bar. "You call him over and show me, if you can figure out when my finger was cut by a kitchen knife, and figure out how many moles I have, I kneel down and give it to me. He kowtows!" After a pause, he continued to add: "The kind with noise!"

"Forget it." Qin Guanglin looked at him for a long time, and was too lazy to fight with him, stood up and said, "Just treat it as not."

The old man became even more angry, "You look for it, find out! I have not seen such a fairy for most of my life."