Chapter 3: A Brick Mover Raised Me

Ji Jiu never thought that he would be pinched in the palm of his hand by a mortal.

But she can't beat him!

It's too much!

Ji Jiujiu's breath was suffocated, and at a glance, the dazzling white light fell on the little girl's beautiful and broken ink pupils, she looked at Fu Qi again, and suddenly felt a sour nose.

Woo woo woo she is a fairy, is it easy to go to the next mortal!

She still wants to take this destined poor cub on the road to riches, but this cub doesn't even dare to spend money!

After a lot of hardships, she finally went through all the messy procedures and appeared in front of Fu Qi to help him change the fate of being poor all his life.

But he actually didn't lend a hand to a good-looking little god of wealth who had no money, no power and no house!

He also tried to throw her alone on this broken ground.

The little girl sniffed.

Are modern human beings in the 21st century so unkind?

The more Ji Jiu thought about it, the more sad she felt, and she even wanted to go back and let Yue Lao look at the red thread on her hand again, in case the old man was dazzled and made a mistake.

She is a little god of wealth, how can she meet such a slamming door and scolding her for being a fool if she doesn't agree?

She's going home, she's not playing!

She's going to change the red line!

But before changing the red line, there is a very real problem.

The little girl thought about it, and her face was a little tangled and dazed.

How should she fly up now?

The child who was still active looked up at the sky a little melancholy, the young man's movements froze, and his slender and beautiful lips pursed lightly, and he suddenly began to feel that his tone was too heavy.

"Fu Qi," Ji Jiu thought for a while, and decided to go back to Yue Lao first and then carefully check her marriage line, after all, she really couldn't accept that her destined lover was a fierce poor ghost!

"You generally ...... How to get to heaven? ā€

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Fu Qi's light and good-looking eyebrows suddenly twitched faintly.

This guy was silent for a long time, and he thought that this little fortune teller was angry.

I didn't expect to be thinking about the problem of this spoon-headed day.

Fu Thin Affection Big Guy Qi didn't persuade anyone much, but he vaguely felt that her tone seemed to be really sad, his wanton eyebrows frowned, and he was silent for half a minute before he turned his eyes sideways, and his always cold look was slightly complicated.

Even if she's a fool, that's—" Don't think about it. ā€

Ji Jiu: "......"???

Not only did I crack, I wanted to your turnip's cactus board.

Didn't he let her go home, why can't she think about it!

Ji Jiu had a "wow, you don't seem to be very smart" expression, looked at him strangely, and walked a few steps forward with the hem of his clothes in his small hand.

Suddenly seeing a car speeding on the road, her attention was diverted, and the little girl pointed in the direction of the road with a little novelty: "...... That, can you send me to heaven? ā€

Fu Qi copied his pocket with one hand, and his tired eyes followed the direction of Ji Jiu's fingers, his pupils narrowed, and his smooth and beautiful Adam's apple suddenly rolled.

"That's the one that can kill you."

Ji Jiu: "......"

Don't stop me.

I'm going to smash the carrots in your face today!

What kind of rabbit thing did the old man lead her!

The little girl was thin and small, but her face was white and delicate, like a porcelain doll of heaven, and her cheeks were mixed with a little soft baby fat.

The whole body was clean, and even the hair ornament on the head was fluffy - except for the obvious unnatural tear mark on the hem of the skirt.

Fu Qi lowered his eyes nonchalantly, and looked at the fabric that wrapped the wound in his palm.

Tut.

Isn't it just a meal?

Big deal, he was there to brush the dishes for two days.

…… Little girl is a obstruction.

Ji Jiu has always been disgusted and still irritable in the same place, thinking that this overly long skirt is in the way, and the small hand slips the skirt so that it will not drag around on this dirty ground, and the next moment, she was grabbed by the back collar.

Ji Jiu glanced at him: "......"

"Let's go," Fu Qi ignored her, and put the tip of his tongue against his cheeks, "You will go back to your house after eating, Lao Tzu has no money to give you money." ā€

This little fortune teller is white and clean, his eyes are full of clarity that he doesn't know about the world, he hasn't suffered anything at first glance, and he is a pampered little kid who grew up in a sugar pot.

He can't afford it.

Fu Qi's well-defined fingertips curled up, thinking of his terrible dwelling, his jaw was tight, and the lines were smooth and slightly sharp.

Half a second later, he suddenly sank again, and lifted his eyelids a little irritably.

Exercise.

He actually had the idea of raising her.

But in some ways, Fu Qi was right.

Ji Jiu Jiu relied on this face, mixed in the whole sky, eating and drinking everywhere, causing trouble everywhere, she is the youngest fairy so far, she has not suffered any grievances since she was a child, food, clothing, housing and transportation are only second to the wind and pray to the gods, she could have continued to do evil in the sky leisurely, but ......

Fu Qi's words made her suddenly remember her two big tasks.

The little girl's expression was stunned for a moment.

Happiness is theirs, and I, the rabbit fairy, have only one poor object to be determined except for sadness!

The sudden grievance propped up Ji Jiujiu's stomach, she touched her head, and then between the choice of striking and eating more, she firmly chose the latter.

Lose a carrot!

Ji Jiujiu patted his face, followed behind Fu Qi with a serious face, and pushed the door in.

The young man had just fought in the alley next to Huayi High School, his palms were bloody, his body was dirty, his clear eyes were half-squinted, his eyes were dark, and there was a sense of oppression surging in the dark tide.

The cuffs are folded up layer by layer.

This posture is not like a person who has come to eat, but it is like a person who has come to smash the field.

Ji Jiujiu felt that if he was the manager of this restaurant, he would definitely turn him away.

In fact, the waiter at this restaurant thought so too.

The waiter stopped the boy at the door, and told him apologetically and tactfully that this was not the place he should come from, and let him go where he should go.

But it is clear in his eyes that he looks down on people.

Fu Qi didn't have any special feelings, but Ji Jiujiu looked surprised, two seconds later, the surprise turned into anger, the little girl crossed her hands on her waist, stomped her feet angrily, but her face was serious: "What is your service purpose?" ā€

The waiter didn't know why, but looking at Ji Jiu's face that made people want to pull it, he still replied in a good voice: "The customer is God." ā€

"As long as there is a consumption intention, it is a customer," Ji Jiujiu nodded with a serious and serious face, his big eyes blinked, and in the end, he was a little aggrieved, sniffed, and said as if it was true, "My brother is just a brick-moving person on the construction site next door to raise me, you can't refuse him to be a customer because he is dirty!" ā€

Fu Qi: ......

Fu Qi: ???

Wait a rabbit, can you explain when Lao Tzu became a brick mover?