Chapter 2 One hexagram is five hundred, does love count?
"Ahem, three things? Simple, listen up. The first thing is, she is a woman, twenty-one years old, right?"
Poof! Zhang Yiran almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
"Am I not a woman or a man? I will call you a liar! Xiaoling, let's go."
Zhang Yiran took Ge Ling's arm and was about to leave, but Ge Ling held her back.
"Don't worry, go on, Zhang Yiran's actual age is indeed twenty-one."
Ge Ling's big eyes suddenly flashed with great interest.
"Xiaoling, he must be deceived and definitely a liar!" Zhang was still very determined.
Yang Haoran shook his head and glanced at Zhang Yiran.
"The second thing is that this young lady is ill. To put it simply, she is sick."
"You are the only one who is sick. If you don't tell me a reason, I will complain to the scenic spot management committee!" Zhang Yiran was furious.
"It's not a good thing to hide a disease and avoid medical treatment. Do you really want me to say it?"
Ge Ling nodded: "How do you know if it's accurate if you don't tell me? If you can't tell me, you're just talking nonsense."
"Ahem, she has a gynecological disease. That... ah, it's a bit abnormal. And she will feel very cold in those days, especially at night, and her body will feel very heavy."
Yang Haoran coughed a few times, obviously having some difficulty describing Zhang Yiran's condition.
"You, how do you know?" Zhang Yiran, who had been clamoring to leave, opened her mouth wide.
What Yang Haoran said is absolutely correct, and Zhang Yiran has never mentioned it to anyone. Can this really be calculated?
Ge Ling's eyes suddenly lit up: "So he is right? Go on, the third item." 69 school bag
Yang Haoran looked at Zhang Yiran again; "You are having a bad time. There will definitely be bad news coming today, and it should be related to your future."
Ge Ling looked disdainful: "This hasn't happened yet, who knows whether it's true or not?"
Zhang Yiran's phone rang at this moment.
"Hey, Manager Liu, what? Do I have to take the assessment again? Okay, I understand!"
Zhang Yiran looked dejected and said to Ge Ling: "It's really unlucky. The company I applied for last time had already decided to admit me. Who knew their boss would reorganize the assessment? It's really not credible."
Ge Ling was not in a hurry to comfort Zhang Yiran, but instead smiled excitedly.
"Master, your calculation is really accurate. Isn't it just five hundred yuan? This is one thousand yuan. Calculate it for both of us."
As expected, it was a young rich woman, and Yang Haoran took over one thousand yuan in cash without any ceremony.
Ge Ling jumped in front of Yang Haoran: "Let me calculate it first. I want to calculate the marriage, when to get married, how many children, please tell me in detail."
Customers are God. Yang Haoran looked at Ge Ling conscientiously and then said "Oh."
"Don't be angry if I tell you the truth!"
Ge Ling looked indifferent: "Of course you have to listen to the truth. If you want to be happy, you might as well listen to cross talk."
"Your family is in a good situation, and can even be said to be rich. However, things have changed. In the second half of this year, your family will encounter changes. It is certain that your family will be in trouble, and it may even threaten your life.
So your marriage will not be very good, and you will marry someone you don't like. Although it is also your destiny to be wealthy, you will be depressed for the rest of your life."
"Is it really that bad? You won't lie to me, right?"
Ge Ling exclaimed and looked Yang Haoran up and down.
Isn't it the trick of charlatans to deliberately make things miserable, and then use excuses to crack them and make the lion open his mouth?