Gu Qingcheng smiled mysteriously: "To be precise, it's palm reading. Give me your hand."
"left hand right hand?"
"Of course it's the right hand. Haven't you heard that saying, the left hand is innate and the right hand is acquired. That is to say, the palm prints on the right hand determine your destiny in life."
"Then please help Miss Gu to find out whether I am prosperous and prosperous, or whether I am declining and falling into poverty." Xu Siqi smiled and stretched out his right hand.
Holding Xu Siqi's hand, Gu Qingcheng studied it carefully for a long time and said: "Your destiny line is very good. There will be some minor setbacks along the way, but it should not be serious. At most, there will be no near misses and we will continue to move forward steadily.
If the human pattern is very strong, it means you are a smart person...Are you smart?"
Xu Siqi smiled and said: "If I were smart, I wouldn't sit here hungry and let a little girl read my palm for me."
Gu Qingcheng curled her lips: "Don't look down on people, what's wrong with the little girl? Hua Mulan, Fan Lihua, Mu Guiying, these are all little girls, none of them are worse than you men!"
"You are right, those heroines are all admirable."
"Angry?"
"No."
"You're not angry, why are you so serious? Let me tell you, Linglong, I don't like stingy men."
After saying this, Gu Qingcheng thought to himself: Fortunately, he reacted quickly and almost got into trouble.
"I just have feelings...I'm sorry." Xu Siqi sighed.
Gu Qingcheng's curiosity came again and asked: "What do you feel? Tell me and listen."
Xu Siqi was silent for a moment, then said slowly: "My feeling is, as long as the flying generals of Dragon City are here, I won't teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountain!"
"You mean, if those heroes are still there, how can the country be bullied by outsiders... Well, my father often said this too, I think that our huge country actually makes the Japanese pirates dare not fight back. It's simply...
What a shame!" When Gu Qingcheng said these words, he subconsciously squeezed Xu Siqi's hand to express his indignation.
"I agree with your father's statement..." Seeing the hands clasped together on the table, Xu Siqi gently took his hands out.
Gu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment. Although she felt a little embarrassed, she was only shy for a short while. Embarrassment has never been her characteristic.
"Mr. Xu, I just took a look at your sky pattern, and I felt something was a little wrong. Oh, the sky pattern is the emotional line."
"Where is the emotional line?" Xu Siqi raised his right hand and looked at the palm of his hand.
Gu Qingcheng sat over naturally, pointed at the line between Xu Siqi's thumb and index finger, and said, "See it? This line extends straight down, which is the love line. The front of your love line is very good. When you get here,
Suddenly a line is drawn. Although it is very weak, it has a great impact on you. Whether you can overcome it depends on you..."
The two of them were so close that they could hear each other's breathing. Even in the civilized Shanghai, this was a distance that allowed men and women to accept each other without being intimate.
Xu Siqi coughed lightly: "Well, I think it's best to let nature take its course for this kind of thing. Miss Gu, are you right?"
Only then did Gu Qingcheng realize that he and Xu Siqi seemed too close. Even if they were a real couple, they should be restrained in public places.
What's more, this man is my sister's favorite, and the reason why I have contact with him is just to help my sister.
If an acquaintance bumps into this, there is no way to explain it. If Xu Siqi and Gu Linglong become a couple in the future, it will be really embarrassing.
Thinking of this, Miss Gu blushed for the first time in her life.
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Wenjianshi Road.
Room 4, Dazhong Hotel.
Xiaojun reached out and knocked on the door, and Tao Qinghong's voice came from inside the house: "Who is it?"
"Me." Xiaojun replied.
The door creaked open and Xiaojun stepped in.
Behind her, Tao Qinghong locked the door and asked with concern: "Xiaojun, where have you been and why did you come back?"
"I'm confused. Let's go out for a walk." Xiaojun said dullly.
Tao Qinghong said: "You must be very hungry. Brother Zhendong went out to buy food and will be back soon."
A boy complained: "I have been walking for more than two hours, and the bastard can climb faster than Zhendong."
Tao Qinghong walked over, reached out and hit the boy lightly, and pretended to be angry: "Speak well and don't curse!"
The boy laughed and said, "I'm not swearing. It's mainly because I studied Chinese literature well. This is a rhetorical technique, a metaphor, do you understand a metaphor?"
Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
"Zhendong must be back." The boy jumped up from the bed, ran over and opened the door.
As expected, it was Qiao Zhendong outside the door. He was holding two paper bags in his hands, and you could smell the aroma of the meat buns in the paper bags from a distance.
"Improve the food today, the meat buns will be enough!"
Qiao Zhendong put the paper bag on the table with a smile, turned around and said hello: "Xiaojun, wash your hands and eat quickly. This is your favorite Nanxiang Xiaolongbao. I specially took the car to the Chenghuang Temple to buy it. Let me tell you
, if we start too late, we will be gone.”
Another boy was eating steamed buns and said vaguely: "Zhendong, you just said you had enough control, and now you say you have no more. Isn't this contradictory?"
Qiao Zhendongxu kicked him and scolded him with a smile: "You bastard, you talk a lot, even a meat bun can't stop you!"
The boy said seriously: "If there are ladies present, please pay attention to your quality."
"I don't need to tell you about quality... Hey, Xiaojun, why don't you eat it?" Qiao Zhendong asked casually.
Xiaojun said: "I have eaten."
Tao Qinghong brought two steamed buns over, stuffed them into Xiaojun's hand, and said, "Eat it, the fried dumplings on the street are not as delicious as the meat buns."
Xiaojun was hesitant to speak, slowly eating a pocketful of oily meat buns. The Nanxiang meat buns that he had dreamed of eating before, now tasted tasteless.
He didn't mention going to see Xu Siqi and sent letters home himself. He was secretly carrying them behind his back.
Qiao Zhendong glanced at the door and said to Tao Qinghong, "Did you interrupt the door?"
Tao Qinghong nodded.
Qiao Zhendong thought for a while, but still felt a little uneasy, so he walked over and stretched out his hand to try.
Tao Qinghong rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's annoying. I asked you but you don't believe me. Then why are you asking me... Zhendong, where did you get the gun?"
Everyone's attention immediately shifted from Roubaozi to Qiao Zhendong.
Qiao Zhendong was fiddling with a pistol in his hand. He suddenly pointed the gun at a stunned boy and shouted in a low voice: "Don't move, hand over the bun!"
The boy was startled, and quickly avoided the black hole of the muzzle, saying: "Zhendong, there is something wrong with you, the muzzle cannot be pointed at people!"
Qiao Zhendong laughed, took out a magazine from his pocket, and said, "There are no bullets loaded, what are you afraid of?"