My past life was a fan of all men

On Saturday, Mo Lang sat in the fruit shop to watch the store. The business of the fruit shop was so-so. If Mo Lang hadn't been hanging pots on the store to help the world, the water expensive place might not have been able to open long ago.The tips of his fingers were rubbed against his lips until they were about to break. Finally, Mo Lang couldn't hold back, wearing an ordinary sky blue t-shirt and a pair of flip flops, striding to the fruit shop on the corner of the street.

He stepped on his hips and stared at the boy selling fruit in the store with a serious face. He was about 16 years old, with short hair combed back, and two big eyes that were as white as green lotus, " Where is your boss?" Mo Lang deliberately lowered his voice, pretending to be an adult and said in a rough voice.

The little boy was frightened by Mo Lang's tone, and hurried into the house and yelled a few times towards the patio and up the stairs, "Father, someone is here to make trouble, come down quickly!" Standing at the door of the fruit shop, Mo Lang's jaw almost It didn't catch and fell to the ground, what and what?How am I like a hooligan?Hasn't he always been a noble tree facing the wind, talented and heroic?

Mo Lang glanced at himself again, a slightly tight black t-shirt, showing all the muscle curves of the whole body, he was wearing a pair of beige boxer shorts, er... the clothes on his feet couldn't be more casual Flip-flops, uh... Isn't this the classic young and Dangerous look?He lowered his voice just now and said with a hideous face, "Well, the little girl's national teacher is dressed a little casually today..."

"Which bastard dared to come to my "Shrimp Bully" site to make trouble, didn't he even ask me about my background?!" The sound of bang bang bang on the stairs sounded rhythmically, and you could feel his footsteps. He's a big fat guy, and he's a somewhat cruel character who's hard to deal with.

Mo Lang was startled, and saw a big fat woman walking out from behind the boy just now, about 50 to [-] years old, just when women tend to gain weight, she raised her right leg and walked around the girl from behind her, Mo Lang stared Looking at the eyeballs, it is inevitable that the muscles are already stiff, this woman is as huge as a giant mammoth, not to mention her weight, just looking at her two thighs, they are several times thicker than Mo Lang.

She stepped towards the direction where Mo Lang was standing, and Mo Lang felt like an elephant was running towards him. He swallowed, and when he was about to turn around to avoid the woman, he was caught by the woman's thick The palm of the hand was pulled on the collar, and the woman's ice-like eyes showed a cold light, and the corners of the mouth were pulled deep into a half-smile and said: "You are so ignorant, you dare to come and smash my 'Xiaba' place?" ? Report your name, which path are you on?"

Mo Lang's neck was rested by the collar and he was uncomfortable. He came back to his senses and patted the woman's hand, choking and said: "I'm not here to mess things up, I'm here to tell you the conscience of heaven and earth, merits and demerits right and wrong of……"

After hearing this, the woman frowned, glanced sideways at Mo Lang, and then let go of her hand. She stepped to the small wooden stool and sat down. The wooden chair creaked, as if it was about to be scrapped.She raised her legs, poked her nostrils with her fingers, and said, "I'm 'Xiaba', the most reasonable, and you want to tell me the conscience of heaven and earth. I haven't killed people, I haven't set fires, and I haven't robbed houses or banks. Little bastard, what do you want to tell my old lady?"

When Mo Lang saw what "Xiaba" said, he looked at the woman's heart with his heavenly eyes. As she said, she is a straightforward, fair and honest person. Maybe it's her husband's job to wax the fruit. idea, and she didn't know it herself.Mo Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and then said calmly, "Madam, is your husband managing this fruit shop?"

The woman rested her chin with her hand, thinking that what you said was not nonsense? "Yes, I am 'Shrimp Ba' in city A. As the name suggests, I sell fish and shrimp in the vegetable market. This fruit shop is managed by my dead ghost."

Mo Lang put his ten fingers together and shook each other, walked to the fruit shelf and picked up a brightly colored apple that looked shiny when the juice was full, pursed his lips and said, "The apples your husband bought are all Waxed ones, if people eat too much, it will be harmful to health."

The woman smiled contemptuously, "Children don't know so much, this is a first-class fruit bought from a special car in the tropics." She reached out and snatched the forehead apple from Mo Lang's hand, wiped it with her clothes, and mouthed it Bite up.

Mo Lang hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, picked up a plate from the side, filled it with boiling hot water, and dropped the apple bitten by the woman into the boiling water. Half a quarter of an hour later, when he picked it up, he saw that the original color was bright and bright. The plump apple crumpled into a ball.

"Xiaba" was so frightened that she dropped the cup in her hand. The corners of her contemptuous eyes were replaced by admiration. Stepping on the low stool that he was sitting on just now, he glared at his eyebrows, the veins on his neck were protruding, and he sprayed reproachfully: "Damn, there is something wrong with the apples you bought in large quantities, you should hurry back and explain to my old lady. Otherwise, you will never come back." After she finished speaking, she gritted her teeth viciously.

When he turned around to look at Mo Lang, his face suddenly looked like a blue willow on a clear pool being lifted up by the breeze, or like moonlight at midnight, sprinkled handfuls of silver light on the sea, walking in an extremely gentle and friendly way. Beside Mo Lang,

"Xiaba..." Just when Mo Lang stretched out his hand to say thank you, "Xiaba" stretched out his hand and hugged Mo Lang whole. The newborn little white pig, "Xiaba" hugged Mo Lang tightly, and Mo Lang could feel being pressed by "Xiaba"'s hands, and he was clinging to the choppy chest of "Xiaba", like ten thousand rolls The waves are turbulent and mighty, and there will be several waves after one wave.The thundering voice of "Xiaba" echoed in my ears, "Thank you for reminding me, the most unbearable thing for me, "Xiaba" is to be cheated."

Mo Lang was a little out of breath from being hugged, he stretched out his hands with all his strength to push the "Xiaba" away, took a deep breath and said, "You don't need to thank me..." Then puffed up his cheeks Breathing out, he walked out of the store door, and returned to his fruit stand. Not long after he sat down, the sweat on his forehead was still dripping out one by one.

A brand-name car stopped at the gate of Guoguodian. The driver hurried to the car door and opened it, helping an old woman with gray hair. He frowned.

Uncle Liu hurriedly said: "Boss, the water ghosts here are all the freshest. I don't know what you want?"

The old lady didn't even look at Uncle Liu from the corner of her eyes. With the support of the driver, she walked to Mo Lang's wooden table and sat down. The old lady said with trembling hands, "Master, I'm here..."

Mo Lang tugged at the shorts on his body with his hands, and then wrote: "Madam, there is nothing wrong with your health, and your Yintang is full. It is the time to enjoy blessings, so there shouldn't be any difficulties."

The old woman hastily stretched out her hand to grab Mo Lang's hand and said: "The national teacher is really powerful. You know that I didn't come for myself before I even said a word." She paused, and then said: "A few days ago Every day I hear my servants talk about you, saying that your fortune-telling is like a banished fairy in the sky, that your fortune-telling is very accurate, and that you can also solve difficult and miscellaneous diseases for those who have doubts.

The old lady wiped the hot sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, and the driver beside her kept fanning the old lady with a bamboo fan, "I came here for my daughter-in-law who was nearly 40 years old..."

Mo Lang glanced at the old woman's chin again, it was still full, she should have a harmonious family, a prosperous family, and a lucky face, no matter how big the disaster was, he would not find her in the past 20 years, Mo Lang frowned , pursing his lips slightly, "Then why is the old lady old me?"

"I'm doing it for my daughter-in-law. She is almost 40 years old, but she hasn't given birth to a child with a handle for my Xing'er to carry on the family." The old woman shook her head, "They are all called Xing'er." My son divorced her and remarried her, but he refused to live or die, hey... My daughter-in-law is also miserable, and even gave birth to 10 births, all of them lost money. Tell me, how can there be such miserable people in this world? It’s so hard that I still haven’t hugged my little golden grandson!”

After hearing this, Mo Lang looked at the old woman's ears. There is nothing perfect in the world. If you are given beauty, wealth, and food and clothing, they will surely take away some things from you, but I didn't expect you to be short It is the blessing of holding a grandson.

"Report the birthdays of your son and daughter-in-law."

The old woman took out a pre-written red note from her handbag and handed it to Mo Lang, on which were written the birthdays of his son Gui Xinghe and daughter-in-law Cui Yan.Open it up and look, ah, these two people are a perfect match, the sky is overcast and the earth is overcast, this fate is destined to only give birth to a girl child, if you want to give birth to a boy child, you really need to pair up again to make it possible.

Mo Lang frowned tightly, his mouth stopped talking, and he stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, seemingly distressed. "What's wrong with the national teacher?" The old woman's trembling hands seemed to be sifting chaff at the moment, and she looked at Mo Lang without blinking with her eyes that were no longer bright and vicissitudes of life, and said, "However, it doesn't matter how much money you have." I beg the teacher of the state to welcome my son into a son, I can't let him have no son in his life, and no son to wear sackcloth and mourning for him!"

Mo Lang flicked his fingertips back and forth like playing a piano, closed his eyes for a while, opened his clear and bright eyes the moment his thumb and middle finger touched lightly, nodded slightly and said: "This matter is simple and easy. It's too difficult and troublesome, not only does it require me to cast the spell, but also the cooperation of your son and daughter-in-law!"

"Master, let's go!"

Mo Lang stretched out his palm and pushed it out, saying, "Slow!" He took out his phone, "I'll call someone first."