Wishful Things

"you--"

Wu Chao raised his hand angrily, as if to point at her.

The girl raised her head and looked at him confidently, but the corners of Yun Li's eyes were slightly raised, as if there was a hint of a faint smile, like the warm wind in early spring is gone, but people can already smell it in the breeze. The fragrance and vitality of spring buds breaking through the ground.

The boy's face froze, he was inexplicably stunned, and his hands froze in mid-air.

Xu Mingyi has calmed down, and now he just thinks that he is so angry that he is about to jump his feet to relieve his anger, so he pretends to be uneasy and said: "Mr. Wu, is it because I said something important, are you guilty?"

Maybe let him experience the weird feeling of being misunderstood as a person who is full of love and love all the time, no matter what he says or does, it seems that he can't escape the strange feeling of falling in love with him and adoring him.

"..." Wu Chao put down his hand in mid-air heavily again.

Well, seeing that he tricked into the sheep pen, he started to have no scruples, right?

Feeling that his ears were burning hot from the other party's anger, the young man frowned, turned around and faced her with his hands behind his back.

He wasn't guilty, and he wasn't stupid enough to say no to her.

...He was worried that if he said something impulsively to hurt someone, she might be the one who ran away crying and covering his face in anger.

"Mr. Wu is angry now? Then I am misunderstood by Mr. Wu all day long, so I will be so angry that I will go to heaven."

The girl's relaxed and casual tone eased the boy's stiff face.

so to speak-

Did he really wrong her?

"Okay, I just don't want to be angry with Mr. Wu, and Mr. Wu doesn't have to be so ashamed and guilty." Xu Ming, who had relieved his anger, said seriously.

Wu Chao let out a soft "tss" when he heard the words.

But for some reason, hearing the other party play tricks on him like this, he inexplicably felt that most of his anger disappeared.

His demeanor has always been good.

But he still didn't look back, he just changed the subject and started talking again: "You and I have talked so much, but I still don't know if this Mr. Fang is willing to go with me—"

Xu Mingyi's posture just now was very much like a seasoned man, he unconsciously regarded himself as the buyer, and even negotiated a 'price' with her just like that.

However, it has been overlooked that this Mr. Fang is a picky person with integrity.

"It's man-made."

Xu Mingyi's tone was casual, and while speaking, he raised his foot and walked towards the medicine shop.

Wu Chao turned to look at her.

Is she really going to the pharmacy?

He wouldn't follow in, he just waited here.

The young man looked up at the dense old locust tree above his head, and heard the faint voice of the girl talking with the shop assistant in the shop.

It sounds like she really took the medicine.

After waiting for half a quarter of an hour, Xu Mingyi walked out of the pharmacy.

Wu Chao glanced at the medicine bag in Ah Zhu's hand, and didn't ask any more questions.

They all returned to the fortune-telling booth together. Mr. Fang put down his chopsticks contentedly, and wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you, thank you very much." Mr. Fang raised his hands again and again.

Wu Chao glanced at the almost clean dishes on the table, but there was no abnormal expression on his face, he just asked, "Sir, you set up a stall here, how is the business on weekdays?"

"That's hard to say..." Mr. Fang laughed and said, "It depends on luck."

There are two types of luck, one is to see if anyone is willing to spend money on fortune-telling;

The other is to see how much he can pick up on the ground.

But either way, it is full of uncertainties.

And the saddest thing is that the latter can be called his main source of income more than the former.

Wu Chao didn't think too much about it, and only said after hearing the words: "Mr. is a great talent, so it should not be condescending to live here, so hard to live—"

"Young Master Wu is overrated. It's just that I'm not just looking for temporary food and clothing, but waiting for someone who is destined."

"I don't know that Mr. Wu is a destined person of Mr.? If Mr. doesn't dislike it, Dingnan Palace is willing to treat Mr. as a guest."

After Wu Chao spoke bluntly, he thought about what other conditions he could say to convince the other party.

Unexpectedly, the other party said with a smile in the front: "After eating the food of the young master and drinking the wine of the young master, he is naturally a man of the young master—although I am a bit more simple, I am not a free-spirited person."

The children of the aristocratic family are all arrogant and arrogant, he can't pretend to refuse, and miss such a good opportunity...

As for whether it is his predestined relationship?

If such a rich and powerful family has no fate, who else would he have fate with?

The other party's joy was beyond Wu Chao's expectation. When he came back to his senses, he raised his hand and saluted the other party, and said, "Since that's the case, Wu will send someone to pick him up after the mister clears up the follow-up trivial matters."

"No need to be so troublesome!"

Mr. Fang quickly waved his hand, put away the compass and other things on the table, and said: "There is nothing to do with the poor, you can go back with you now!"

The family loves the new and dislikes the old, what if he doesn't come to pick him up in a few days?

And nine times out of ten it will rain tonight, so now I don’t have to worry about finding a suitable place to shelter from the rain and sleep!

Seeing that Fang Fang had packed everything up in just a few breaths, Wu Chao was still a little unable to react.

The other party showed such impatience that he couldn't help but wonder if he had been cheated.

Maybe this is the legend... People don't want to cherish things that are too easy to get?

No, once a word is said, it is hard to follow, he must not be that kind of ruthless person.

"Please sir."

"My lord, please first." Mr. Fang smiled and raised his hand in acquiescence.

Wu Chao nodded slightly.

After all, he still has to lead the way...

It's just that in this way, the matter of offering incense and praying for blessings can only be done later. After all, he can't take a Taoist priest to worship Buddha.

Seeing him looking over, Xu Mingyi said: "Young Master Wu, go slowly, I'm going back too."

Wu Chao said "Yes", hesitated for a moment, and said again: "Miss Xu, be careful on the road."

If he really misunderstood the other party, then there is no need to be so defensive. Thinking about it in another place, what he thought before may really be a bit too much.

Xu Mingyi nodded, and took Azhu to leave first.

Miss Xu?

Mr. Fang frowned.

Which Xu family?

It shouldn't be the Xu family of Zhen Guogong's mansion where his senior brother who doesn't do anything about personnel lives!

And at first, that girl seemed to be aiming at him...

Could it be that--

Hey, how could he accept the mercy and help of that insignificant brother? !

No, absolutely not!

Mr. Fang decisively stopped himself from thinking about it any further.

Now his mind is a little messed up, the whole picture of this matter is unknown, so don't jump to conclusions... It won't be too late to think about the ins and outs of this matter after he has gained a firm foothold in front of the descendants of King Dingnan!

The person who thought he was a little confused just followed Wu Chao back to the mansion.

When he came to the study outside the front yard, Mr. Fang looked in surprise at the big bird lying under the old jujube tree with its wings folded.

The big bird was tied by a rope made of fine silk.

Hey, isn't this how dogs are treated?

Big Bird seemed to notice this strange sight, and turned his gaze around.

Looking at it, the eagle's eyes were wide open, and the bird's head was tilted in surprise——

Why did the master bring back someone so similar to it!

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