After being read, all wealthy families are addicted to being slaves to their daughters.

Obviously, these are irrelevant, so what if you know them?

Lu Xingze squinted his eyes lazily and his hair was messy. He looked like it had nothing to do with him and was about to bend down to help the motorcycle, then sit upright and leave gracefully.

As a result, the little guy's voice sounded unreasonable.

【Don’t ride!This car cannot be ridden after someone has manipulated your hands and feet. In the original article, you were broken both legs and will have to use a wheelchair for the rest of your life! 】

[Check carefully, the tires are all flat!If you ride on it, you will definitely be able to throw everyone and the car away, but be sure...]

Lu Xingze was about to help the car and ride...

Lu Xingze and Li Mu said at the same time:! ! ! !

Lu Xingze's free and undisciplined attitude disappeared without a trace, and there was even a faint gloom on his forehead. It was simply unbearable!

This kid is good at everything, but his voice is the most unpleasant!

Li Mu observed the words and was surprised. He silently stepped forward to see if the tire was real.

You won’t know until you see it, but you will be really shocked when you see it!

I don’t know when the tire has flattened to the thickness of a book. This ride may cause damage to both legs, or even death!

Limu is not the kind of person who will not save others even if they are faced with someone who is a school bully, a criminal, a gangster, etc.

I could only tremble and think about going over and patting him on the shoulder.

I don't know...

【Can’t take pictures! Sister, if you want to get rid of a scumbag and die in childbirth, I'm afraid you can't touch boys again for the time being, otherwise you will lose your money and die! 】

As soon as he said this, Limu put his hands back into his pockets calmly, as if he was shocked, what! ! !

so serious! !Can't you touch a man in this life? ? ?

Li Mu originally wanted to look up to the sky and scream, but he lost his money and his life. Wouldn't it be like losing his wife and losing his troops?

Li Mu shook her head in her heart like a rattle, determined never to touch a man again, let alone a hair on his head! !

Lu Xingze heard vaguely, but he could also vaguely guess.

This kid actually knows destiny?

That's right, he vaguely felt something was wrong when he lifted up the motorcycle. He glanced at the tires and discovered the truth.

It turns out that someone had punctured the tire or deliberately deflated it, just to make him lose his leg?

Lu Xingze instantly became more trusting in the little girl's prediction of fate...

Li Mu quietly observed his expression, and suddenly understood, he stuttered and said with slight excitement:

"Oh, the tire is broken? I, can I help you call the maintenance technician?"

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At this time, the setting sun was holding a grand farewell ceremony, and the sunset dyed the entire sky red.

After Mrs. Sang finished her work, she left and went to Yuelao Temple alone.

On the contrary, Jiang Youbai's scenes were re-filmed and he would not come to pester her, so he could simply leave early.

As for Shen Nianci, did she take the wrong medicine?His eyes were glued to her body, staring at her all day long.

Walking through the willow trees and along the stone road, the mirror water is printed with fragments of the setting sun, sparkling, and there are people coming and going on the wooden bridge, which is particularly peaceful.

Walking into the temple leisurely, I saw that the golden body of the Yuelao God in the temple fell off, the inside of the temple was tilted, and the outer walls of the temple were mottled and covered with moss and wormwood.

There is a peach blossom tree in front, the bare branches are covered with red threads, and the red threads are tied with bells, dancing in the wind, which is very sweet.

Mrs. Sang entered the palace and explored a little.

Where is Yue Lao?

Could it be that he died because of his old age?

Yue Lao: "..."

The old man walked slowly from behind the temple, wearing a red coat with black patterned sleeves, wearing a red silk headband and wiping his forehead, with no emotion in his eyes.

It looks like it has traveled from ancient times, how different it is from modern times!

"What do you want from me?" The old man narrowed his eyes indifferently.

Mrs. Sang turned around slightly. This little old man was always elusive!

Fortunately, she didn't think about it too much. Instead, she talked about how she sought marriage here ten years ago and asked for advice:

"Yue Lao, I followed the instructions and walked in the second row to take away the red thread. Why is it that my marriage is not consummated so far, and instead I got divorced?"

The old man waved his hands without any shame: "Little baby, don't you want to say that there is something wrong with my string? That red string must be the person you are destined for!"

"Stubborn! I'm divorced and have a baby. How can I be happy? If I hadn't believed you, why would I have pursued it for more than ten years and ended up where I am today?"

The old man stared at her and his face turned red with anger. He felt that she was not deliberately looking for trouble. Could it be that there was something wrong with the relationship?

Thinking of this, the old man stopped being persistent and turned around to look for the two old red threads under the marriage tree.

Mrs. Sang finally turned her face slightly and followed.

Soon, the two red threads were found. It was estimated that they had been hung on the treetops for too long and allowed to be destroyed by nature. They were old and turned white.

The writing on it became blurred, which the old man was accustomed to.

However, with his sharp eyes, after just a few glances, he realized that something was wrong. He retracted his hands into his sleeves and made calculations for a moment without knowing it.

Then he frowned, his face wrinkled into a sack in an instant, and he asked:

"Your surname is Sang, and your given name is Ning? Are you the young master of the Shen family?"

Together and separated?

It should be a divorce, right?

Mrs. Sang nodded and said nothing.

Hearing this, he didn't know what he was talking about. The old man's eyes flashed and his lips trembled suddenly.

The dust has stirred up, and destiny must fluctuate!

What is the origin of the little doll, and his fate is so lucky!

He should help the little Fuwa, maybe it will benefit himself?

Mrs. Sang looked at his colorful face and was extremely confused.

After thinking about it for a while, I just heard the old man say nonsense and hate that iron cannot be made into steel:

"You, you! You have lost more than ten years of youth! In fact, someone deliberately tied your red string and forcibly tied you to the Shen family!"

! ! ! !

"What!" Mrs. Sang's eyes widened in anger and shock.

"Don't worry too much. I will untie it for you right now and tie it to the destined person. Now, there will be no mistakes!"

As the old man spoke, he untied the red thread, and personally cut off Shen Nianci's red thread, then picked up the red thread from the many branches and tied it.

Mrs. Sang was speechless. The marriage for more than ten years had no cause and effect, but it was because someone deliberately tied her red line by mistake!

Who is it?

commit a sin! commit a sin!

The old man handed over the red thread and smiled meaningfully: "When you are born, your destiny will come true!"

Mrs. Sang took it tremblingly, not knowing who the other party was and where to look for it.

The old man seemed to see her worries and reassured her: "Let everything take its course. I have already calculated that the other party has a deep love for you, and this marriage will never go wrong."

With eyes full of inquiry, Mrs. Sang stood on tiptoes and tied the red thread to the treetop.

Obviously I believe Yue Lao will not lie to her!

The old man's name is "Yue Lao", and he is admired and admired by many outsiders. He has achieved countless romantic relationships just by relying on Yue Lao's guidance.

It is said that he was once a wealthy young master who neglected his money and status and had to go to the mountains to study. Later he became a folk mystical master who specialized in finding love for the common people.

"Do you have a little baby at home?" The old man leaned over with an inscrutable look on his face.

Hearing this, Mrs. Sang was excited.

"My daughter had a miscarriage, just half a year ago!"

This old man actually knew that she had a little cotton-padded jacket?

The old man never restrained his words and smiled, but now he looked up to the sky and smiled:

"Okay, okay! Fuwa! Wealth cannot be described, and cannot be spied on! Remember, we must fight for the world according to her prophecy, only then can we defeat your desperate attempt!"

"If anything happens in the future, you can come to me and I will do your best. Please consider whether I can accept her as my adopted daughter!"