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Fortune telling! ?

Everyone was shocked by the unexpected wave of rhythm.

What kind of metaphysics is this?

You know, Feng Shui is based on ancient times, and everyone has studied it from ancient times to the present, and it is indeed a profound and recognized knowledge.

Just... this fortune teller?

This is too nonsense, right?

The group's expression changed, but thinking that she had such a realm in Feng Shui, it was hard to deny her directly.

At this moment, Rosie had already planted a seed in everyone's hearts. As long as Tang Yaoyao's fortune-telling failed, this seed would surely take root.

At that time, where did the Feng Shui master come from? Clearly a liar who knows a little feng shui?

When she thought of this, she couldn't help feeling excited.

Looking at Xiang Xu Qiusheng, a respected elder in the Feng Shui world, he smiled and said, "Master Xu, do you have any opinions on fortune-telling?"

Xu Qiusheng frowned, and she had just asked Tang Yaoyao two questions in a row and got a satisfactory explanation. From experience, she did have real talent and knowledge.

If she uses this knowledge to slander her, it would be a shame in the Feng Shui world.

Thinking of this, I have to ask exactly: "Master Tang Xiao, what Miss Luo said is true?"

Tang Yaoyao was holding a tea cup with a light smile, polite and elegant, and said slowly: "I really didn't come to find the cemetery for Mr. Huo."

When the words fell, the old man's complexion suddenly changed, as if he had dirty his eyes at a glance.

Everyone was shocked, and the audience was in an uproar.

"Why should a good Feng Shui master be a **** stick?"

"She is tarnishing our Feng Shui."

"I really thought of her as a master, but I didn't expect her character to be problematic."

"Fortune-telling is a liar, no one will believe it, but if you use your identity as a Feng Shui master, I am afraid that a group of brainless people will believe it."

Tang Yaoyao listened to all these broken words, but did not change his expression. The smile on the corner of his mouth remained the original unpredictable. A pair of fox eyes slightly narrowed, and his eyes moved slightly.

Rosie sneered in her heart, thinking that Tang Yaoyao looked calm, but she was already suffering incomparably in her heart, right?

Thinking of this, her smile was more dignified and generous, her lips gently pressed, and politely urged: "I don't know how Miss Tang plans to tell my uncle?"

"Miss Luo believes that I can tell my fortune, is it my fan?"

This sentence contains too much meaning.

She may not be able to tell fortunes, but Rosie made it up.

But it may also be that Rosie has been targeting her by name.

Huo Yu frowned and understood the meaning now. He glanced at Rosie, she was indeed different from the past.

This banquet was very successful. He didn't want to be disturbed by Rosie, so he said, "Since Miss Tang can tell fortune-telling, Huo is willing to let Miss Tang count."

Huo Yu didn't think that fortune-telling was a lie. Perhaps he would think so before he indulged in Feng Shui. After all, at that time, he even thought Feng Shui was ridiculous.

The past and the present are different from the past, after experiencing all this, I believe it.

Rosie looked gloomy, and she was happy in her heart.

She wanted to keep her eyes open and watch how Tang Yaoyao was embarrassed and ruined.

"Mr. Huo, how can you still be made irresponsible for your identity? These fortune-tellers can only say good things. Compared to fortune-telling, it is better to explore Feng Shui."

Suddenly, a middle-aged man stopped him, his eyes full of disgust.

"Yes, the fortune-tellers are all magic sticks, they can only deceive people."

Tang Yaoyao didn't seem to hear everyone say that to her.

Suddenly, the phone rang, the sound of WeChat.

She took out her mobile phone, turned it around in her fingertips, and then clicked on WeChat. It was all text messages sent by Su Mei.

"Beauty, you are on the hot search! On the hot search!"

"God, you are still a Feng Shui master!"

"When you come back, help me see where my house should be built."

"It's so shocking, the whole network is begging you to see Feng Shui."

"Mom, do you have a fortune-telling? Are you fortune-telling? Me and the hundreds of thousands of cuties in the live broadcast room are waiting."

"Forget it! Doomsday fortune! It takes them dumbfounded."

It seemed that no amount of information could interpret the excitement in Su Mei's heart. She did not expect that Brother Yao was still a Feng Shui master.

If her unique stunt fortune-telling can be recognized by netizens, she will surely hit the entertainment circle! ! !

Tang Yaoyao turned off the phone.

You can't disappoint hundreds of thousands of viewers.

She curled her lips lazily and smiled, looking at the middle-aged man who finally denied her, leaning back, closing her eyes, and opening them again, the fox's eyes had an unignorable charm.

She lowered her voice, giving people a sense of mystery, and pursed her lips: "Zhang Jian, thirty-eight years old, his wife is the same age as you, count the time, the due date is over, and there is a sign of dystocia, as long as you get through the difficulties, The child will be blessed, depending on his fortune, he is a boy."

It is not easy for Zhang Jianhao to have a child. After three months, the child went to see the relationship for a checkup, and it was confirmed that it was a boy.

Suddenly he said he was going to have a difficult childbirth, and he was angry: "I said you are a **** stick, you are a **** stick, curse others to get money, the next moment, is it going to talk about the solution?"

This is not believed yet.

Tang Yaoyao didn't get angry either, her pupils darkened a bit, and said each word: "It's a woman's fate to give birth to a child, and it can't be solved."

This answer caused Zhang Jian to panic suddenly.

Don't want money, don't understand.

Could it be...

Suddenly, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and he hurriedly answered the call: "Mom, what's the matter?"

On the other side of the phone, his mother said anxiously: "Zhang Jian, come back soon, Xiuying suddenly had a lot of blood. Your dad and I took her to the hospital. Come directly to the hospital, hurry!"

"I, I, I will be back soon." Zhang Jian's face was pale, his expression was no longer angry, only anxiousness and anxiety remained.

After hanging up the phone, his gaze at Tang Yaoyao suddenly changed, and tears filled his eyes: "Master, master, help, since you are a fortune teller, you can definitely resolve the catastrophe of my wife and children."

"This is a dystocia. The newborn represents hope. If you have a relationship with you, you will naturally be safe. You beg me to resolve it. It's better to hurry to the hospital to accompany your wife. Maybe you are sincerely moved to send the son Guanyin and you can get through the difficulties."

"thanks, thanks."

Zhang Jian touched a tear and rushed away.

He walked for about ten seconds, and the audience was quiet and silent.

Everyone saw that her gaze had changed, which was incredible and excited.

Rosie looked at her in shock, her lips moved and trembling: "How is this possible? Maybe it's just a coincidence?"

Thinking of this, she forced herself to calm down, showing a pale smile: "Since Miss Tang is so powerful, can you count it again?"