"No, okay?" Wang Baoyu said angrily, with his face tilted and his eyes slanted. The style of the "second-rate man" in the past was undoubtedly exposed. As he spoke, he retreated again. Meifeng said with some displeasure: "Are you afraid of my brother or me? You'll be far away from me now."

"Distance produces beauty." Wang Baoyu said.

"Nonsense! I'll be ugly when I get close to you? See if it's ugly? Is it ugly?" Meifeng said with a smile and put her face over. Wang Baoyu pushed her away and complained: "You're so full, you'll run to my house to find fault in the middle of the night!"

"Hehe, let's talk about serious matters, hurry up, show me your palmaria, don't let me go for a waste!" Meifeng said, reaching out her white right hand.

Wang Baoyu frowned and didn't move forward. Qian Meifeng rolled her eyes and said, "Look at you like that, male and female, don't think I don't know anything."

Wang Baoyu sighed inwardly. Why can't this silly sister understand the silly girl? Wang Baoyu looked at the light bulb on the roof and said, "The light is too dark and I can't see clearly. Let's look at it tomorrow!"

Qian Meifeng smiled and said, "Don't fool me, look, I'm carrying a flashlight!" As she said that, she took out the flashlight from behind and opened it with a bang. A dazzling strong light shone on Wang Baoyu's face, making Wang Baoyu unable to open his eyes.

Wang Baoyu covered his eyes with his hands and said, "It's almost shut down, I'll show you."

"This is almost the same, stinky boy." Qian Meifeng turned off the flashlight coquettishly and moved her body from the edge of the kang. Seeing this, Wang Bao quickly moved her body over. He was unwilling to let Meifeng get on the kang.

To be honest, Wang Baoyu was really uninspired at this moment. After all, he drank a lot of wine at night, and the content of the conversation tonight made him even more unhappy.

But Qian Meifeng in front of him was full of pestering her and refused to give up until she achieved her goal. Wang Baoyu could only force herself to cheer up and had to pretend to give Qian Meifeng palm.

After all, it is a girl's hand, delicate and smooth, with her fingers as slender as onion leaves, and her nails are healthy and rosy. In contrast, Liu Xiaojuan's hand that I saw a few days ago seemed much worse.

Wang Baoyu symbolically held Qian Meifeng's hand, first looked at the back of his hand, then turned over to look at the palm surface. Qian Meifeng's palm lines were few, only a few lines, which were very clear. Through reading, Wang Baoyu knew that the stripe close to his thumb was called the ground pattern, and the one that was horizontally across the middle of his palm was called the human pattern; the pattern that came from below the little finger to the under the index finger was called the sky pattern.

Qian Meifeng's palm lines were nothing special. Wang Baoyu felt a little sleepy and couldn't help but burp. The strong smell of alcohol made Qian Meifeng cover her nose and said, "Stinky Baoyu, it's so smelly, you are not allowed to drink when you are with me in the future."

Wang Baoyu didn't look at Qian Meifeng, and said, "Your hand patterns are very good in all aspects, nothing looks good, everything goes well." As he said that, he yawned again, fell back and wanted to go to bed.

"Don't fool me, just say it carefully, do I have good fortune? Can I marry a good man? Can I have a son?" Qian Meifeng quickly pulled him up, and refused to give up, and several questions were asked one after another.

Wang Baoyu knew that if Qian Meifeng was not happy today, the matter would definitely not be over, so he rubbed his red eyes, sat up straight, and began to talk endlessly.

"Your ground pattern is straight and long, and it is also very delicate. Without forks, it proves that your body is great and everything you eat is delicious." Wang Baoyu said while gesturing on Qian Meifeng's hand.

Qian Meifeng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and said, "Yes, I can eat and sleep."

"Well! Human patterns, that is, wealth patterns are also good, but they are broken in the middle. Although there is often small wealth, the big fortune will only be able to get up after thirty." Wang Baoyu continued.

Qian Meifeng nodded again and said, "Actually, there is no money. My brother always gave me ten or eight yuan, which is considered a small fortune."

Wang Baoyu used his hand to scratch Qian Meifeng's "Heaven Pattern" and said, "The Heaven Pattern has many forks. Sometimes he has a bad temper and is nervous. But the ends of the lines are pretty good, so he can marry a good man."

Qian Meifeng pouted and said, "There is a good temper. Except for losing his temper with my brother, he doesn't quarrel with others. However, when I get angry, my brother gives in to me."

"Hey! Be more energetic. Does the good man I want to marry look exactly like you?" Qian Meifeng shouted to Wang Baoyu, who had closed his eyes.

Wang Baoyu shuddered and said vaguely: "Well! Where did you say just now?"

"Hmph! Look at you, it's like you haven't slept in eight lifetimes. I ask you, is the good man I want to marry look the same as you?" Qian Meifeng said with a snorted nose.

Wang Baoyu quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, there is a small mole on your eyes. You are going to marry a faraway place."

Qian Meifeng asked blankly: "How far is it? Where are you going in the future?"

Wang Baoyu threw down Qian Meifeng's hand, frowned and said, "This has nothing to do with me, it was brought on your mole."

Qian Meifeng seemed a little unhappy and said with a lip, "I also said that I was misunderstanding and cautious. I can see the small shortcomings on my face clearly. If you don't like this little mole, it is said that there is a beauty salon in the city, which can be removed."

Wang Baoyu held his eyelids and said, "Meifeng, I'm so sleepy, let's get here today!"

"No, haven't you said whether I can have a son?" Meifeng flatly rejected Wang Baoyu's request. Wang Baoyu was speechless. There were people who looked at him like this. However, no matter what, he didn't want to offend Meifeng. He didn't want to be the bastard of the Gangdan and he would never stop him from going to the end.

Wang Baoyu could only stare at Qian Meifeng's jade hand again. The hand in front of him was a little blurred. Wang Baoyu's hand slid from the hand tattoo to gently stroke. Qian Meifeng did not pull away his hand, but instead squinted her eyes, as if feeling Wang Baoyu's tenderness.

Under the influence of alcohol, although Wang Baoyu squinted his eyes, he was actually half asleep and half awake. He seemed to see the girl he liked in junior high school in front of him, looking at him with bright big eyes. These eyes were clear and magical, with a high and upright nose, and his rosy lips opened slightly, as if he was saying: "Baoyu, I actually like you very much."

Wang Baoyu felt excited and couldn't help but pout his lips and pressed it to the girl's red lips, saying, "I love you!" He hugged the girl and kissed her wildly.
Chapter completed!