Urban Madness

Di Jiang was not welcome, just found a place and sat down.

After busying for a long time, Sun Simiao put down the things in his hands.

A teapot jumped up by itself, poured tea for the two of them, and returned to the original place by themselves. Then, the two cups of tea flew in front of them respectively.

"It seems that the mental power has been improved recently, and it can be controlled to this point."

Di Jiang looked at the cup in his hand quite appreciatively.

"If you study Ye Fan's mentally perverted guy every day, you have to work harder and can't be pulled too far by him, right?"

Sun Simiao blew the tea in his hand.

"Suddenly came to me, what's the matter?"

Di Jiang took a sip of the tea in the cup.

"It's not a big deal, I just want to ask you, when will Ye Fan pay the consultation fee?"

Sun Simiao laughed twice.

"What? He can't take it anymore?"

Di Jiang rolled his eyes.

"They are people with a partner. What do they look like when they don't accompany their partner and just run to you? Besides, what do you make Nan Yu think?"

Sun Simiao was caught off guard and was given a mouthful of dog food. He was full of bitterness. Why didn't he have a partner?

"Okay, okay, then I'll let him go. Anyway, I'm almost done researching."

Now that Ye Fan's matter has been resolved, Di Jiang smiled.

"Ye Fan's story is over, then let's talk about my business."

Di Jiang looked at Sun Simiao with a smile.

Sun Simiao suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

I saw Di Jiang photographed the portrait of the group of nuns in front of him.

"What's your situation recently? I don't want to be a medicine repairer, but I want to be a matchmaker. Two days ago, I just told me that I wanted to find a partner for Jiuyin. I hit my mind again these two days."

Sun Simiao stared blankly at the portraits of the group of female nuns on the table, full of two words in his head.

"I fuck!"

When did Ye Fan stole all the portraits of the female clients from him?

Sun Simiao had a hard time talking now, and seeing Di Jiang questioning his face, he could hardly tell.

After all, when he collected these portraits, he really had the intention of introducing people to Dijiang, but he didn't expect that he would be sold by Ye Fan before he had time to make them.

"Hey, Dijiang, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Di Jiang stood up and began to move his hands and feet.

"Don't be impulsive!"

Sun Simiao's eyes wandered around, trying to find a place where he could escape the catastrophe.

"You said you don't have a partner, so why are you so anxious about other people's affairs?"

Di Jiang smiled and said to Sun Simiao, but his actions were not so friendly.

"In other words, if your age is considered human age, you should be a few years older than me."

Di Jiang cracked his fingers.

"You are not in a hurry, so don't worry about others."

It can be said that Ye Fan's trick was planted and blamed, and Sun Simiao hit Dijiang's muzzle.

If he is usually so angry, he would definitely not be so angry, but in the past two days, because of the matter of Zhu Jiuyin, emotional problems can be said that it has become a taboo for Dijiang.

After a stick of incense, Di Jiang left contentedly.

And in the ninth floor of the Guangming Pavilion, a pig head lay on the ground and looked at the ashes all over the floor, wishing to cry without tears.

"Ye Fan, your uncle, you wait for me!"

Sun Simiao, who was beaten into a pig's head, had already disregarded his own image. He was on the ninth floor, cursing Ye Fan loudly.