After marrying Pluto, she was pampered every day

Pei Yuezu, why is he here?

Did he come here to find a part-time job?

This is very possible.

His family is in a difficult situation, even more difficult than mine.

But I seem to have guessed wrong.

He walked to a stall, picked up a small porcelain bottle, and played with it in his palm.

It looks like I want to buy it.

"Boss, how much is it?"

The stall owner was not a good person either. Seeing that Pei Yuezu was young and inexperienced at first glance, he said loudly, "One hundred thousand."

I chuckled and looked carefully at the small porcelain bottle.

There was something strange going on around him, and there was thick smoke billowing inside.

"Look at him."

I motioned to the old ghost to look at the porcelain vase.

The old ghost directly told its origin, "The snuff bottle came from a private kiln in the late Qing Dynasty. It was rough-fired and had bumps on the bottom. The market price is no more than [-]. But this thing is ominous because there is a spirit attached to it."

Yeah!

"Not bad! Do you know this?"

The old ghost smiled slightly and said, "My wife asked, how dare you, your husband, not know?"

Even if he didn't know, he would immediately check it out.

I don't want to laugh.

It seemed like I was giving him face.

But I just couldn't help it, it felt so good to be taken into consideration.

"Damn it," I cursed in a low voice.

A hint of resentment flashed through the old ghost's dark eyes, "Madam, the name Death Ghost is too unpleasant. Don't call it that again in the future."

Just call him an old ghost.

Why do you still call him a dead ghost?

The old ghost said he couldn't understand.

I'm embarrassed!

While I was talking to the old ghost, Pei Yuezu had already bought the snuff bottle.

I didn't see how much the deal was.

After leaving the stall, I walked a few steps quickly to catch up with Pei Yuezu, "Classmate Pei."

Pei Yuezu turned around, between me and the old ghost, his eyes fell on the old ghost.

His eyes flashed with surprise, "This dress suits you very well."

The old ghost looked away expressionlessly.

His clothes certainly fit him, as he put it!

"Classmate Pei, I just saw that you bought that snuff bottle. This thing is very sinister and not suitable for collection. Can you resell it to me?"

No matter what Pei Yuezu thought of me before.

My thought is, it's for his own good.

However, he seemed to have misunderstood what I meant, and said with a straight face: "Classmate Wushuang, this is a treasure I found. If you want, you can go find it yourself, why bother eyeing my stuff."

What the hell!

What kind of brain circuit is this person?

"I'm doing it for your own good..."

"No need, we have a normal relationship."

Me: Okay! I was abrupt.

Old Ghost Danfeng's eyes shot out a cold light, "Give me the thing."

When Pei Yuezu heard this, he looked at the old ghost in disbelief, and then said in disappointment: "Classmate Zixian, I didn't expect you to be such a person."

This kind of people?

what?

He had said the same thing about me and the old ghost before.

"Pei Yuezu..."

"You all come to insult me ​​and look down on the poor because of your good family background. Why do you have that? Isn't it just that I was born into a good child? Apart from this, what do you have?"

He gritted his teeth and finished.

Eye sockets instantly turned red.

"What are you thinking? We just want to buy the snuff bottle in your hand, and the price will not be at a loss for you. Why are you so sensitive? No one bullies you, and no one looks down on you."

I want to say: He has always looked down on himself.

She has low self-esteem and is sensitive, but she also has strong self-esteem.

This man is really... speechless.

"I still want to deny it. I am short of money, but I am not short of your charity. Even if you give me 100 million, I won't sell anything."

He seems to hate me.

There was hatred in his eyes that shocked me.

madman!

No, it's mental illness.

Forget it if I don’t want to sell it, I turned around and left with the old ghost.

It's not that I don't want to help him, it's that he is seeking death.

"Yo! Such a coincidence"

Xie An.

He was sitting on the Taishi chair in front of the antique shop, holding a teacup in his hand.

I don’t know how long I watched the show.

"Ha ha!"

I sneered perfunctorily.

He stood up, and the waiter behind him moved away the Taishi chair.

He walked up to me, glanced at Pei Yuezu who had left, and said with a smile: "The thing in his hand is worthless, tell me about the thing in your hand!"

"What do I have in my hand?"

I asked back.

I didn't tell him that I had a bowl.

"Really not?"

"Really not" I still want to keep it and sell it at a high price.

"Forget it, I was thinking of buying the thing you sold at a higher price than the market price! Forget it."

He waved his hands indifferently.

Did he deliberately hang me when I couldn't tell?

I lifted my legs and left.

Xie An:? ?

Why doesn't she follow the rules?

"wait"

Xie An quickly took a few steps to catch up with me, stretched out his hand to block my way, "If you have good things, take them out. No one will bid higher than mine for this piece of land."

I lowered my eyes and glanced at his intercepting hand.

There is a red line on the wrist.

The red thread is haunted by death.

He won't survive three days?

I was instantly startled and kindly reminded me: "You'd better stop looking at the things and ask someone to take a look at your hands!"

Wait until the red line spreads from his wrist to his middle finger.

I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to save it.

"What's wrong with my hand?" Xie An raised his hand and looked at it, but didn't see anything.

He raised his eyebrows and asked me, "What did you see?"

"Rouge Line, you are going to have good luck."

The old ghost stepped forward, separated me from Xie An, and blocked me behind him with a stern face.

It's really annoying for this man to be so close to his wife.

Hearing this, Xie An seemed to have thought of something, and the smile on his face gradually faded, "Then do I want to thank you for reminding me."

"No, it's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

I bared my teeth in amusement.

I just like to see other people being miserable.

"Go home." The old ghost pulled me away.

"Fu Wushuang, can we still talk about business?"

I'm almost dying, but I still want to talk about business.

Should I say he is big-hearted or big-hearted?

"We'll talk about it if you're still alive in three days." I waved to him without looking back.

The next second, he hugged the old ghost's arm tightly and whispered: "Can he survive for three days?"

"He's not a short-lived guy."

"How do you think this rouge line was formed?"

I can only tell that Xie An is going to die within three days, but I can't see what's going on with the rouge line.

"The romantic debt he owed has come to the door. Madam, please don't interfere in this matter. It will not be beneficial to your practice. It will be responsible for the cause and effect, and it is more likely to implicate Liu Xian."

The old ghost said it seriously.

The seriousness made me feel scared.

"Since he can't die, I don't care about his troubles."

All I care about is how to sell my bowls.

problem occurs.

After I missed school for a day, I came to school and heard everyone talking about someone committing suicide.

"Who committed suicide?"

I asked among a few gossiping girls.

"Tian Miaomiao! From the Department of Archeology, I heard that Pei Yuezu even chased her."

"That's right, when I was a freshman, Pei Yuezu worked several jobs every day to chase Tian Miaomiao to earn money to buy her gifts! But we were so envious."

"What's so enviable about this? Your boyfriend doesn't give you loving breakfast every day, picks you up from get out of class in the evening, takes you out to play on weekends, and gives you chocolates every holiday..."

The girl blushed, "It's not as good as you say. He is always angry with me."

"It's okay to be angry with you! He's so handsome. If you don't like it, you can give it to me."

The more they talked about the building, the more crooked it became.

I tried to interrupt several times to straighten the building, but I couldn't get in the conversation.

"gone"

Since I couldn't hear any useful news, I tugged at the old ghost.

But he didn't move him.

The old ghost listened to them talking about their boyfriends with great interest.

"Stop listening and leave."

An antique ghost, can you understand what they are talking about?