This lack of sincerity is a blasphemy to physiognomy!
As a professional fortune teller with integrity, Ding Fan certainly couldn't let her have her wish!
"Okay, let's take a closer look. It's a long night anyway, and I don't want to sleep." Ding Fan agreed, and then said: "Don't look at your left hand, look at your right hand."
"Men are on the left and women are on the right?" Wu Yahuan naturally understood this.
"Of course not. The left hand represents innate and innate characteristics, such as being born with a golden key in your mouth, being domineering, stubborn, conceited, cunning, and lacking in compassion..." Ding Fan tugged at his fingers.
"Stop it, why don't you say something nice?" Wu Yahuan frowned dissatisfied.
"Hehe, to put it another way, be independent, stick to principles, be flexible, pursue freedom, and be open-minded." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"I think you are a slippery man and a big liar."
Wu Yahuan retracted his left hand and stretched out his right hand. Ding Fan grabbed it and pinched it, over and over again, closing his eyes as if intoxicated.
"Hey, you are so shameless, you are blatantly taking advantage of someone." Wu Yahuan yelled, his hand was being held, and he was ready to take action at this moment.
"If you don't understand by touching the bones, just treat me as a blind person and don't speak in layman's terms." Ding Fan did not let go.
"Would you like to touch other areas where there are no bones?"
"If you don't object, I actually don't mind."
"To be serious, if it had been anyone else, their mouth would have been crooked and their nose bones would have been broken." Wu Yahuan laughed.
"So scary." Ding Fan quickly let go of his hand, opened his eyes, and stepped back.
"Tell me the results of touching the bones." Wu Yahuan's eyes felt like a cat teasing a mouse with a sense of accomplishment.
Ding Fan coughed twice, put on an enigmatic look, and said seriously: "Sister Huan, your hands are not simple, you hide many secrets."
"Say it quickly, you are trying to be mysterious."
"There is a saying that if you have a big hand to grab grass and a small hand to grab treasure, if you compare your body shape, your hand is too small. This is a symbol of suffering without effort." Ding Fan said.
"Say something interesting."
Wu Yahuan felt that these were all nonsense. With the power of her family, of course she didn't have to work hard, and practicing martial arts to strengthen her body was just a hobby.
"You like to grab something when you have nothing to do, and your hands are always busy. This problem has only been corrected recently." Ding Fan said.
Depend on!
Wu Yahuan raised his voice and said in surprise: "This is accurate, how can you tell?"
"It's not from looking at it, it's from feeling it." Ding Fan corrected and added: "Since it is a habit, it will always leave some characteristics. The index finger is slightly curved. It should be formed over a long period of time like wearing a belt."
Wu Yahuan put his index finger under his eyelids, and it was really obvious that it was a little bent out. He didn't hide it and said: "I used to like to wrap this finger with a towel. I would wrap it until it turned white and the finger was numb. It felt very satisfying."
"It's nothing. Everyone has some little quirks, which are harmless. Most of them are related to seeking psychological safety."
"Then what are your hobbies?" Wu Yahuan asked.
"I like to see beautiful women."
"Haha, then look at me more." Wu Yahuan said with a smile.
You have to watch it while you are happy, unless you are prepared to go blind. Ding Fan did not take it seriously and said: "Sister Huan, your hand bones and flesh are even, soft and elastic. These represent blessings, but under the knuckle of your thumb
He's thin and likes to gamble. I don't think it's a good habit."
"Life is a gamble." Wu Yahuan disagreed.
"There is another saying, if you gamble for a long time, you will lose."
"Okay, I'll try my best to exercise restraint. From now on, you can check it for me and make predictions in advance. If you win, you'll be rewarded." Wu Yahuan suggested.
"The way of a warlock must not serve gambling, otherwise there will be serious consequences."
Ding Fan's words were not a rejection. If he used fortune telling predictions for gambling, he wouldn't have to do anything. He could just buy lottery tickets every day and become a billionaire in no time.
Ding Fan then lowered his head and carefully examined Wu Yahuan's palm prints. Because of the use of Qiming Cream, his eyesight was now better than before. Even the smallest lines could be seen clearly under the light.
The skin color is reddish and the palms are plump, which means that the body is very healthy. The three main lines of heaven, earth and man are particularly clear and do not have many branches. This means that Wu Yahuan does not have rich emotions and is very calm in doing things.
Overall, the palm prints are perfect, but as a physiognomist, you have to be able to see something out of the ordinary.
Seeing that Ding Fan didn't speak for a long time, Wu Yahuan looked proud and gloated, "Xiao Fan, tell me quickly. It doesn't matter. I'm not afraid of exposing my fault."
"This line, the ground pattern, is also called the lifeline. It bifurcates and curls back at the beginning, which means that you had poor physical health when you were a child, similar to me, like the kind of child who couldn't feed you." Ding Fan pointed out.
"Well, when I was born, I weighed just over three kilograms. With this weight, it almost caused dystocia, and my feet came out first. It is said that when I was a child, I would get sick every three days and I would always go to the hospital. No problem could be found, so it was just because I was weak.
"Wu Yahuan didn't hide it.
"Then you were sent away and lived elsewhere." Ding Fan confirmed.
"Yes, that's the situation. My grandmother was in the country and refused to go to the city. My father listened to a Taoist priest and gave me to my grandmother to raise me. After I was eight years old, he gave me to a foreign country.
My aunt. So, I have no feelings for my father." Wu Yahuan nodded.
"The situation is special. He actually loves you very much." Ding Fan said.
"Don't say such useless things. As a father, he is just not qualified. His brothers also say so behind his back." Wu Yahuan snorted.
"Sister Huan, can you get something to eat? I'm hungry." Ding Fan discussed and had fast food with Gu Qiang in the evening. He was very full at the time, but now he is already hungry.
"What to eat?"
"Roast chicken, the kind with oily mouth." Ding Fan said.
Wu Yahuan got up, found his mobile phone and made a call. He took the opportunity to go to the toilet, changed into a set of home clothes that did not expose his legs, lit a cigarette and waited.
The eldest daughter of the Wu family wanted to have a midnight snack and had to be satisfied, so the cooks immediately got busy.
Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door outside. Wu Yahuan ran downstairs. When he came back, he was holding an oversized box and placed it on the coffee table.
Immediately smelling the aroma of chicken, Ding Fan twitched his nose and hurriedly opened the box. He was dumbfounded.
"Such a big one, roast chicken?"
Ding Fan was astonished. There was a fat and oily roast chicken lying in the box. It was very big. It looked like it weighed more than ten kilograms.
"Haha, a turkey is also a chicken. Let you eat as much as you want and give me a good look at your face." Wu Yahuan said with a smile.
"I'm afraid I'll vomit after eating."
"Don't be burdened, I'll take the rest back tomorrow morning and feed the dogs!"
"I envy your dog."
Ding Fan couldn't help but sigh. Not only did the pets of wealthy families eat well, but they also had people to play with and even take baths and massages. They had already led a life that ordinary people could not envy.
As long as they learn to act coquettishly and cutely, they can have everything at their fingertips. There is no fairness in this.
"If you are willing, you can also live the life of my dog. How about giving it a try? Come on and bark twice?" Wu Yahuan said with a smile.
"You are swearing." Ding Fan frowned.
"All living beings are equal. Your state of mind is far from adequate and you have a discriminating mind."