The host, she just wants to lie down and win

Chapter 392 Feng Shui Master Broker (44)

Fang Shitian sat back on the chair, suppressed the horrified aura that he exuded just now, and changed into a pitiful little white rabbit in seconds, "Then...if I don't go to reincarnation, how long can I exist in the form of a ghost?"

For a moment, everyone turned their eyes to Chi Shuang in unison.

Chi Shuang: "Generally speaking, the shelf life is two years. Once the two years pass, you will be out of your wits."

Wen Zhi subconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes.

"Wouldn't that mean I'm going to die soon?" Fang Shitian said in a relaxed tone, even with a smile on his face, "It's good, seeing my son is still alive is also a blessing."

"Zhang Zonghui!"

Without waiting for Fang Shitian to say the following words, Zhang Zonghui understood: "Don't worry, grandma, I will definitely let my brother and uncle recognize their ancestors and return to the family. Don't worry, I will pass on all the property of the Zhang family to my uncle and Ruochen in the future. "

Zhang Ruochen: Dad... thank you for calling out this title.

Zhang Zonghui: It's not easy being a father, it's not easy being a father.

Wen Zhi interjected coldly, "I don't need it."

"Bang!" Fang Shitian put two shudders on his head one after another, "You brat! Remember, Zhang Shiping's power and Fang Shitian's wealth created the current Zhang family. You and them It's your dearest and dearest relative, and I won't allow you to say no."

Wen Zhi began to wonder how his ruffian father who had no chance to meet fell in love with this violent woman?Seduced by beauty?Hmm...it seems like it is.

"Actually..." Every time Ye Tunan started with this word, everyone's eyes were prickly, and their faces were full of anticipation.

This word is very magical. In fact, it carries the truth behind it, with explanations, and with secrets that they don't know.

he came!He came with the truth!

"Since Zhang Shiping can see Wen Zhi more than 100 years ago, he will also think of Mrs. Fang's situation. So many years ago, he still saved his hand and sold his soul to the master. The premise is that you are still there. One day, if you want to become a human, you just need to eat his soul. But you will instantly age and look like an old man."

After Chi Shuang finished speaking, Fang Shitian screamed, shaking his head like a rattle, "Don't! How can a beauty-loving person like me become an old woman! Anyway, the time left is about the same, I choose to disappear."

Zhang Zonghui: "Grandma, maybe..."

Fang Shitian stretched out his hand to signal him to shut up: "There is no possibility. I am such a beautiful person, I don't want to grow old no matter what. Alright! That's the decision."

She floated in front of Wen Zhi, her eyes shone like stars, and her cold voice had the gentleness and coquettishness of Wu Nong, a southern girl: "Go back and pack your luggage, move here and stay with me, okay?"

Looking at this face that was clearly not a few years older than himself, Wen Zhi couldn't refuse her no matter what, and agreed like a ghost, "Okay. I will move here after the recording of the show tomorrow."

Chi Shuang: "Ahem."

At the end, Wen Zhi added, "Bring my agent."

"Grandson." Fang Shitian flickered and floated to Zhang Zonghui's side, "I heard that you are the big director in the circle..."

"Grandma doesn't need to tell you, I have a project recently, and I want Uncle Wen and Uncle to try the role of the male lead." Zhang Zonghui smiled with tears in his eyes.

This is a project that he has been preparing for nearly ten years, if it is smashed... well, the money will be wiped out.

"Destroy the city?" Wen Zhi suddenly turned his head, "Director Zhang, can I do it? I'm afraid I can't..."

Seeing the excitement in his son's eyes, Fang Shitian showed a loving look on his face.The grandson is still on the right track, knowing how to organize the resources for the uncle.

"What's your name, Director Zhang, uncle, please be sure to call me Zong Hui or Xiao Hui."

The four young men (who seemed to have mixed in with an old Taoist priest) silently turned their heads and shook their shoulders to hold back their laughter.

Wen Zhi: "..."

Wen Zhi: "It's still Zong Hui."

"Hey, uncle." Zhang Zonghui smiled slightly, tears in his eyes flowing into his heart.

　good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)