Aunt Mei Xiang was furious: "Hey, young man. Don't insult my profession, I used to be a professional matchmaker, young unmarried men and women in our community, divorced people, which one of them is not in my heart, this is called professional, professional, understand? How could I possibly let go of such a beautiful rolling girl. ”

When the person asking for directions heard this, he hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know, I'm sorry......"

He was still a little skeptical at this time, but at this time, he felt that he was thinking too much.

This old aunt said that she used to be a matchmaker, who doesn't know, learn more about single women and men, this is the most basic professional accomplishment of a matchmaker.

So......

She said that people are not here, and it is almost certain that people are probably not here.

Since they are no longer here, they will not waste their time here, presumably because their information is wrong.

"Excuse me, goodbye、"

As soon as they left on their front feet, the team of elderly models quickly gathered.

They asked, "Mei Xiang, what's the matter, I look at the person in the photo, it seems to be ......"

Aunt Mei Xiang said: "Nothing, you look at those people, they are not good things at first glance, who knows what they want to do...... There are too many bad people in this idea. ”

"Yes, you're right...... I can't tell them......"

"You train first, I'll go talk to my sisters and get them to pay attention lately."

"Okay, you can go quickly."

So, Aunt Mei Xiang hurriedly went to Mo Yangyang's house.

……

The person who is looking for Mo Yang Duck, after leaving, goes back to his life.

They stood outside the door, and they did not dare to go in.

The three days that the master said had passed, but they still hadn't found anyone and had not completed the task, and their fate would be miserable......

The door opened, and a person came out, and said sharply: "Don't go in yet, let Mr. wait for you?" ”

A few people couldn't help it, just gritted their teeth and went in.

After entering, none of them dared to raise their heads, and shouted tremblingly: "Sir......"

The people in the room were standing in front of a desk made of wenge.

A sheet of rice paper was spread out on the desk, pressed with paper, and his slender fingers held a brush with ink.

The brush fell steadily on the rice paper, reporting the splash of ink.

In the blink of an eye, several large characters with sharp and strong strokes appeared on the paper.

Then I changed to a small brush and prepared to write the inscription.

He asked, "What about the people, have you found it?" ”

The people trembled and said in a trembling voice, "Yes...... I'm sorry sir, there was already news, and the neighborhood where she lived was also locked, but ...... We went to the community today to inquire, but we learned...... That woman, don't live there......"

The hand that was writing the payment suddenly shook and drew a long black line,

This painting is ruined.

"Sir, I'm ...... We have broadened our search and believe ...... I'm sure we'll be able to find it soon, so please give us another chance......"

The writer slowly put down the pen, picked up the words that had been destroyed on the table, and said, "It's a pity ......"

Then he crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash.

He looked up, his dark eyes cold and gloomy.

"Remember what I said last time?"

The few people in front of them didn't dare to speak, and they trembled like little chickens in the cold wind.

They could already feel the murderous aura in their faces.

He said: "I can't wait, I don't want to ...... a minute more, not a second."