On the river bank. The fortune teller looked Chu Fang up and down, his eyes like a scorching sun, seeing through him, and answered slowly: "Mr. is born with Zi Ping fate, born to be rich and prosperous, career advancement, happy marriage, is the king among people." "The word peace has two meanings, one is to be content with whatever happens, although Mr. is born rich, but he has a pure heart, indifferent to fame and fortune, and will not bow down for wealth; the second is to be safe and sound, Mr. has no worries in his life, and has not been troubled by life." The fortune teller was amazed. He has been fortune-telling for decades, and has countless experience. He has told fortunes for many people, but this is the first time he has met a person born with Zi Ping fate, who is born without worries, can succeed in whatever he does, lives a peaceful life, and lives a life that countless people envy. "No..." Chu Fang frowned, and the fortune teller interrupted: "It's impossible. I've been fortune-telling for decades and have never made a mistake." "You didn't figure out the answer to that math problem just now." The fortune teller's mouth twitched. It seemed that the matter just now was not going to be resolved, right? Chu Fang smiled slightly, "Master, I want to ask you to help me calculate my marriage, not my career." Chu Fang had to admit that the fortune teller in front of him, who looked like a charlatan, was indeed quite capable, and his calculations about wealth and honor were almost accurate. His "external plug-in" was a windfall that fell from the sky and hit him directly on the head.
It should be what he called the Zi Ping fate. But what Chu Fang wanted to ask was marriage, not wealth and honor. This fortune teller misread the question. "..." The fortune teller was silent. He felt that his work was not going well tonight, but adhering to his professional ethics, he still said: "Sir, your marriage is also very smooth. Judging from your handwriting, it is strong and powerful, flowing like clouds and water, which makes people feel comfortable. I guess your marriage is coming soon. This year or next year, you will meet your sweetheart and love each other for a lifetime." As the fortune teller calculated Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue's eyebrows suddenly frowned, forming a "chuan" character, and a strange look appeared between her eyebrows. Chu Fang really looked at the fortune teller in front of him with new eyes. From the moment the two met, except for the math error, the fortune teller had no mistakes at all, and he described his experience very thoroughly, whether it was getting rich or marriage. He and Zhong Tingyue met this year, less than a month. "You have something." Chu Fang gave him a thumbs up and took out his mobile phone to scan the code. Since the other party calculated so accurately, he would not take advantage. "By the way, can you calculate it?" He turned around and said to Zhong Tingyue. "Not interested." Zhong Tingyue crossed her arms, shook her head, and then turned around and walked away. Hmm? Chu Fang tilted his head, a little confused. Just now, she was still talking nicely, how come she suddenly became cold. Why did this woman change so quickly? After paying the money, he nodded to the fortune teller and left immediately. The fortune teller raised his sunglasses, and there was a slight curve at the corner of his mouth under the sunglasses. He crossed his legs and said, "Hmph! Young man, you are still a little naive to fight with me. You are really rich and powerful, but you don't have eyes."
... ... "Hey, why are you walking so fast?" On the way back, Zhong Tingyue's steps were fast, as if there was a devil behind her, Chu Fang asked in confusion. "It's late at night, I want to go home." Zhong Tingyue responded. "It's only eight o'clock. You should not have finished get off work at the company yet." "What do you care about me?" "..." There is an old saying that goes, a woman's heart is as deep as the sea. Sometimes Chu Fang really doesn't understand what a woman is thinking. Soon they arrived at the hotel, and colleagues from the company were standing at the door. "Where did you go?" "Oh, you two are not in a good relationship." "We thought you two eloped." "..." Seeing the two, familiar colleagues teased them, looking happy. No one thought about the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend. After all, Zhong Tingyue was so cold to everyone, how could she be interested in Chu Fang. Everyone chatted for a while at the entrance of the hotel, and then took a taxi to leave, each going home and looking for their mother. "Brother Chu, where did you two go?" Looking at Zhong Tingyue's back, the fat man Cai Guan was thoughtful and felt that something was wrong, so he asked softly. "Little brat, why are you so curious? If you know too many secrets, be careful of being assassinated." Chu Fang patted the little fat boy on the shoulder. Cai Guan started school at an early age and graduated early. He was only 20 years old and had not seen much of the world. His mind was not very mature, so Chu Fang often treated him like a Fang stopped a taxi and left immediately. Minister Ma Junjie frowned, with unspeakable sorrow on his face. He slowly retracted his gaze, looked at the sky, and sighed: "Hey!" ... ... "Where is the handsome guy going?" The driver said when he got in the car. Chu Fang replied: "Zhonghai Mingyuan." The driver was a little lazy at first, and when he heard the answer, he blurted out: "Fuck! Is it that luxurious community worth tens of millions?" "If there is no second Zhonghai Mingyuan in Shanghai, then it should be." The driver understood and started the car to the destination. Along the way, the driver looked at Chu Fang curiously with the help of the camera countless times, and was very surprised. Zhonghai Mingyuan is a famous community in Shanghai, where countless people dream of living in their lives. I didn't expect that the handsome boy in front of him actually lived there. A real rich second generation.
Chu Fang reminded the other party: "Master, drive carefully." "Oh, it's okay. I've been driving for decades. Although the performance and price of my car are not as good as yours, I've never had any accidents. Don't worry." The driver responded. Chu Fang smiled slightly. He felt that the driver had a hundred thousand questions in his heart. Just a request for him to drive carefully was related to Chu Fang's car. He was in a good mood tonight, so he chatted with the driver: "Fortunately, I think the performance of cars is generally the same. As long as you can drive away, it's a good car." "Oh, how can you say it's almost the same." The master retorted, "There is a world of difference between a Honda and a BMW. I hope to have a BMW in my life. How cool it would be." On the way back, Chu Fang talked about cars with the master the whole time. Men always like cars. He talked about his experience of driving a luxury car, which made the driver feel itchy. When they arrived at the destination, the master finally came back to his senses. Seeing Chu Fang walking towards the famous luxury community with his hands in his pockets, he couldn't help but feel envious. At such a young age, he already has things that ordinary people can hardly imagine. What a cool and refreshing life that is. How much he wanted to be one of them, but it was destined to be impossible. "Sorry, driver, taxis can't stay here for too long." The community security knocked on the window and reminded. The driver retracted his gaze, started the car and left. Before leaving, he looked back at the community and couldn't help but sigh: "Why is the gap between people so big?!"