Early in the morning, Feng Zhibai got up, took the clothes he bought some time ago and began to gesture in front of the mirror.

Lao Mitou and Chen Xiaodao are also rare to get up early.

Chen Xiaodao nested in the sofa and studied the book that Feng Zhibai gave to Lao Mitou.

Lao Mitou is cleaning.

During this time, the corpse has been lying down, and the house is as dirty as a dog kennel.

I took a towel and took the water, I was in a good mood, and I wiped the stool while humming a little song.

"How? Is the old body very modern and mature woman's temperament? ”

Wringing the water on the towel, Lao Mitou squatted on the tea table, raised his hand and hit Chen Xiaodao's foot on the coffee table: "Put it down!" ”

Shrinking his feet, he put down the book on his side, and raised his eyes to look at Feng Zhibai.

The shock in his eyes was about to come out!

"Oh, you have a beauty in this body that doesn't care about the lives of others."

Lao Mitou also looked over, full of doubts: "Can you explain to me which god who is at the forefront of the fashion trend during this period of time to teach you what to wear?" It's the first time I've seen people in fur and wool pants and sun-protective hats in the summer! What's wrong with your shoes? Asymmetrical beauty? ”

Amused by Lao Mitou's words, Chen Xiaodao sat up from the sofa and looked at Feng Zhibai with a smile: "I'm not embarrassed to say, forty or fifty-year-old aunts don't dare to dress like you, aren't you hot?" ”

Feng Zhibai elegantly reached out and took the sunglasses to bring for himself, and his tone was full of arrogance: "You don't know how to appreciate it, the old body is the standard outfit of the international Madou." ”

"Then you're probably doing a very new kind of show."

Lao Mitou and Chen Xiaodao glanced at each other, smiling and doing their own things.

Taking off the big sunscreen hat, Feng Zhibai raised his hand to arrange his long hair: "I see it so fascinatingly, maybe you can see it clearly?" ”

"What?"

Turning the page of the book, Chen Xiaodao replied nonchalantly.

"What do you say?"

Holding his chin in his hand, Feng Zhibai motioned for him to look at the book in your hand.

"You say a book?"

handed the book to Feng Zhibai: "I can understand part of it, but I don't understand, where did this thing come from?" The humanity in it is too real and concrete. There are also these various religious records and the law of yin and yang, which are obviously carefully compiled. What I don't understand the most is how the hexagram interpretations in this book can apply the law of heaven and earth. ”

Chen Xiaodao is not a hexagram master who specializes in hexagrams, so he is not particularly able to understand many things.

Feng Zhibai didn't reach out to pick up the book, but softened his voice: "Positive is negative, negative is positive, yin is yang, yang is yin." What you see is not true, what you hear is not false, everything starts from a hexagram, and whether you can solve it depends on the sky. All things in the world are mutually reinforcing, the law of heaven and earth is one, and the law of heaven and earth is one, how can this hexagram not be regarded as the law of heaven, earth and man? ”

"I don't really understand."

Tilting his head, Chen Xiaodao was a little confused.

If it's really like what my grandmother said.

So how powerful is this person's divination skills, so that he can achieve the unity of man, earth, and law?

Lao Mitou was also attracted by their conversation.

"If I read this book, will I?"

"I can't."

didn't even look at him, Feng Zhibai directly cut off his beautiful thoughts: "The journey of heaven and earth, the path of the underworld, the law of heaven and earth, the way of the law." It means how much magic power there is, how much work you have, and after you have eaten everything, you must reach a certain level, and then talk about other things. ”

"Then I'm a waster."

Throwing the book to Lao Mitou, Chen Xiaodao hugged the pillow and leaned it over again.

opened the first page, and Lao Mitou sat aside: "Then what is the point of me reading this book?" ”

Twisting his bumpy figure, Feng Zhibai continued to look at his beautiful self in the mirror: "If you don't want to see it, you can go directly to the Book of Changes." That theory doesn't apply to you, just listen to it. ”

The reason why she didn't force Lao Mitou to study this book was because Lao Mitou didn't have much talent.

He can eat hexagrams, but he definitely can't reach the level of supernatural transformation.

Giving him this book was just to let him eat the hexagram of the sixty-four hexagrams alone.

The sixty-four hexagrams in her book have many derivatives and are very long, making it more convenient to eat.

"No, I'll watch this anyway."

"Knock knock—"

Putting the book on the table, just in time for a voice message from the micro-fork of the mobile phone.

Rubbing his hands, Lao Mitou went to get the phone in the drawer.

"Who's calling?"

Throwing the pillow to the other end, Tatsumi Xiaodao asked, leaning his neck.

"Yan Ju's."

walked to the side of the sofa, pushed Chen Xiaodao inside, sat down, and turned on the mobile phone on the speakerphone: "Hey-"

"Hey, Mr. Mi."

On the other end of the phone, it was Yan Kuan who spoke.

Feng Zhibai hummed a small tune, took out his mobile phone and opened the flip treasure, planning to buy a few more sets of amazing clothes!

"Hey, Yan Ju, what's wrong?"

Since the last time to the present, in the past ten days, they have not contacted Yan Kuan.

So he called today, which surprised Lao Mitou.

"Is Miss Wind there?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he looked for Feng Zhibai.

Feng Zhibai flipped through the browsing pages on the treasure and heard Yan Kuan looking for him, and replied in a muffled voice: "She's not here." ”

"Miss Feng, Fu Qiang is looking for you."

The other end of the phone.

Yan Kuan glanced at the prison gate behind him, ignored Feng Zhibai's answer and spoke.

"The man's surname is Fu."

Placed an order for a coat, Feng Zhibai had no doubts.

"Yes. I was busy a few days ago, and I didn't have time to take care of him after throwing him in prison, so I happened to come over today to have a look. He's been awake for days, and he's been clamoring to see you. ”

"What are you doing with your grandmother?"

Chen Xiaodao put his hands on his knees and asked puzzledly.

"I don't know, I didn't ask."

"Did you interrogate?"

"After the trial, I didn't say anything, I just said that I wanted to see Miss Feng."

Lao Mitou and Chen Xiaodao set their eyes on Feng Zhibai at the same time.

Feng Zhibai still didn't put down his phone: "Has the shop found out whose it is?" ”

"Hmm. It was a boss in the shop who had an accident at home and returned to his hometown, and this shop was bought by Fu Qiang. ”

"Tell him that the old body is not easy to meet customers."

Rolling his eyes, Feng Zhibai said intentionally.

On the other end of the phone, Yan Kuan was stunned for a moment.

He finally understood why Feng Zhibai asked him to check the ownership of the shop that night.

She's already eyeing the shop.

The old rice head was also shown by the wind and white.

No wonder she was called to find a shop two days ago, and she said no.

The author already has a plan in his heart.

"Then I'll tell him now, and I'll get you the news later."

Hanging up the phone, Yan Kuan held the phone, his thoughts confused.

This girl played a good hand, and she was directly anti-customer-oriented.

Putting his phone back in his pocket, he walked to the prison, where the prison guards saluted him and opened an interrogation room around the corner.

In the dark interrogation room, there was a man at the interrogation table.

He was wearing a prison uniform, his head was bowed, and his whole person looked extremely gloomy.

Hearing that there was movement, Fu Qiang moved.

Only one pair of eyes were full of emotions written on the decadent face.

"Is she coming to see me?"

The sound was like boiling water in a stove.

Yan Kuan didn't answer, but pulled a stool and sat in front of him: "I won't beat around the bush, let's talk to you directly, she has taken a fancy to your shop." ”

"Shop?"

Fu Qiang's eyes showed doubts, and then he sneered: "Hmph, I don't have a small appetite, just seeing each other is like asking me to give her a place to eat." ”

Yan Kuan also lowered his head a little helplessly.

That's a lot to ask for.

This face is worth hundreds of thousands.

"Let her come, and say that the shop and the house will be given to her."

Seeing that Yan Kuan didn't speak, Fu Qiang raised his head and didn't hesitate at all.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know I'll be responsible for what I say."

"You've figured it out. Your offense is malicious and hurtful, and your property is lawfully obtained and will not be seized. Once you give it up and the legal person changes, you don't have the right to use it. ”

"I know."

Fu Qiang still did not hesitate.

Yan Kuan didn't understand it anymore.

Why do you have to see the wind and know the white.

I agreed to ask for such an excessive.

You know, owning a house and a façade house is something that many people dream of.

And he, gave up.

"Since you have decided so, then I will not persuade it."

Yan Kuan sighed, took out his mobile phone and called Feng Zhibai.

On the other end of the phone, there was the sound of a car honking its horn.

This was followed by the driver asking where several people were going.

Yan Kuan put the phone down and looked at the screen.

He should have known that even if he hadn't told her, she would have known the outcome.

"Hello, little Kuankuan."

The coquettish voice rang from the other end of the phone.

Yan Kuan shouted: "Ang, you have already set off, right?" ”

"Yes, I'll be there in a while, waiting for the old body."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at the prison gate, slow down."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Kuan said a few words to the police guarding the prison and turned around to go outside the prison.

The prison and the general police station are separated.

It takes fifteen minutes to drive here from the General Police Station.

Feng Zhibai came from the city center, and it took more than half an hour to drive.

He was not in a hurry, sitting in front of the prison gate and swiping his mobile phone.

It wasn't until Feng Zhibai and their car came that he put his phone away.

The driver of the car thought they were visiting the prison, and kept asking this and that in the car, and he was curious to death.

Feng Zhibai and Chen Xiaodao ignored him, and Lao Mitou chatted with him without a match.

Before he reached the prison gate, the driver graciously stopped his watch.

"It's here, let's go slowly."

"Thank you."

"It's fine."

Lao Mitou thanked him, got out of the car and opened the door first.

Feng Zhibai and Chen Xiaodao stretched their waists and got out of the car.

When Yan Kuan saw the three of them, he stood in front of the door and greeted them from afar.

"Miss Feng, Mr. Mi, Mr. Chen."

"Hey, Yan Ju, have you been waiting for a long time?"

The old rice head is polite.

Yan Kuan smiled: "No, I just came out." ”

Looking at Feng Zhibai, Feng Zhibai showed a harmless smile on his face: "Hi." ”

The smile made him bristle.

"Heh, Miss Feng, please come inside, Fu Qiang has been waiting for a long time."

"Lead the way."

Smiling, Feng Zhibai started to hold Yan Kuan's arm.

Yan Kuan was frightened, and quickly dodged to the side of Lao Mitou.

"Eh, Mr. Mi, I haven't seen you for a few days, you seem to have changed your spirit again."

"Oh, is it? I also think I've been in good health lately, and I can't breathe anymore when I climb up and down the stairs. ”

Chen Xiaodao stood behind Feng Zhibai and almost didn't laugh out loud.

Feng Zhibai didn't have any emotional changes, anyway, he was just teasing him.