"Open the door." Xie Yansheng's deep voice was already a little impatient.

She let out a long sigh, "I'm not in the apartment."

"Where?" The sound of the elevator door opening was already heard over the side of Xie Yan.

She didn't answer, her voice was cold, "Wait until I meet after work?"

"We can meet now, where are you, tt?" When Xie Yansheng heard the 'meeting, the joy in his heart could not be hidden.

"I don't have time right now, you wait for my call in the evening." Wen Lan saw that Zhou Qiao had walked down the stairs and hurriedly ended the call.

Xie Yansheng was quite interesting, and he didn't call again.

Wen Lan got into the car with the support of Zhou Qiao, and the car quickly drove out of the city and got on a provincial road leading to Linxian.

"It's so far away, I thought that the gods were the great immortals in Jiangcheng." Wen Lan sighed.

"If Daxian lives in a city full of lights, after a long time, the aura on his body will be gone." Zhou Qiaoshen said mysteriously, "My mother said that this Li Daxian is a god, and her relationship and marriage with several girlfriends have been said to be thieves."

"Have you seen Li Daxian?" Wen Lan's interest also soared.

Zhou Qiao shook his head, "I didn't believe it at all when I brought my mother here last time, and when my mother came out of the Daxian family and was about to go to calculate a hexagram, the Daxian family was already closed."

"Isn't it good to make money, and you still have to close your doors to thank customers?" Wen Lan asked incredulously.

"In order to maintain his long-term psychic ability, as long as he is a little overwhelmed, he will immediately ask his family to close the door, and he will not see how much money you pay."

Zhou Qiao said abruptly, "No matter who goes to find Li Daxian, it's all luck. If you're lucky, you'll hear him say a few words, and if you're unlucky, you'll treat it as a half-day trip to the countryside!"

Wen Lan remembered that when she was in Beijing a year ago, Xie Yansheng took her to the City God Temple to ask for a signature, and the signature was a swallow's clay.

The old man who unsigned said that it was a marriage sign.

Because of the wind and rain, the swallow's mud nest is tantamount to hard work, and in the end it can only be empty.

Before seeing Li Daxian, Wen Lan had a bad premonition.

She couldn't understand it, she had never believed in these things before, but how could she suddenly believe them?

She subconsciously put a hand on her lower abdomen, and her gaze was gentle that she didn't even notice.

When the call rang, it turned out to be a call from the landline at the TT front desk.

Wen Lan quickly clicked on, and the pleasant voice of the young lady at the front desk came, "Designer Wen, Mr. Xie wants to see you, saying that he has made an appointment with you on the phone."

Wen Lan bit her lip.

made an appointment on the phone after work, what did Xie Yansheng do with her at this time?

"Designer Wen, Mr. Xie—" Before the front desk could finish speaking, a deep voice came from the mobile phone, "Lan Lan, I rushed to TT when I heard that you were going to meet."

"Because of something, I've come out of TT." Wen Lan pressed the swollen bag on his forehead that had not completely dissipated, "I'll call you when I'm done."

"Send me a location, and I'll see you now." Xie Yansheng's tone was strong.

Wen Lan didn't expect him to be so aggressive, and frowned: "I'm busy, let's not talk about it yet."

She took the initiative to end the call, but she didn't expect Xie Yansheng to dial her mobile phone again.

Hurriedly put her phone on silent, and her world quieted down.

"I heard you right, you actually asked Xie Scumbag to meet at night?" Zhou Qiao laughed in disbelief, "Is there a physical need?"

"There's serious business to discuss." Wen Lan's face was rarely dignified.

"Seriously, let's hear it." No matter how rich Zhou Qiao's imagination was, he couldn't imagine that Wen Lan was pregnant.

Wen Lan shook his head, "Confidential."

"Xie scum, your good ex-husband is getting engaged again next month." Zhou Qiao began to gossip, "An Zhen is favored by Old Man Xie and Mrs. Xie, in order to marry her, Mrs. Xie gave her a lake-view villa. The matter between you and Xie Scum's car shock was turned over at An Zhen."

Wen Lan's heart seemed to be poked by something.

That's a lot of money!

What you like and what you don't like is so clear in Mrs. Xie's place.

"The marriage between the Xie family and the An family is nothing more than the complementarity of officials and businessmen. In the future, I really have to tie it together, but it will be both glory and loss. When the time comes, Xie Yansheng and An Zhen's marriage will be stronger than the Eiffel Tower!"

Zhou Qiao shook his head puzzled, "I don't understand, Xie Yansheng is uninhibited, how can he obey his parents' orders to marry An Zhen?"

Wen Lan did not comment, but his heart was overturned.

An hour later, Zhou Qiao drove around and came to a town surrounded by mountains and rivers.

The door of Li Daxian's house was closed, and Zhou Qiao sighed in disappointment.

Knowing that Li Daxian was closed again, she still got out of the car and asked a neighbor before she gave up.

Wen Lan didn't give up, looked at his watch, it was only half past one in the afternoon, and he was busy persuading Zhou Qiao to wait.

Zhou Qiao returned to the car, adjusted the seat, and lay down, "I didn't sleep well last night, I'll take a nap."

"Sleep in peace, I'll take a look." Wen Lan cheered up, looked at his phone for a while, and then glanced at the door of the Great Immortal Family.

Xie Yansheng sent several WeChat messages asking where she was.

She didn't reply.

When her mobile phone was only ten batteries left, the door of Li Daxian's house suddenly opened!

"Warp! Wake up!" She tugged at Zhou Qiao's hand and pushed the car door.

Zhou Qiao got up and helped her, "Hurry up!"

The two walked into a dilapidated farmhouse courtyard, and under the guidance of Li Daxian's wife, they came to a smoky west wing.

Wen Lan imagined that the Great Immortal should have a completely white beard and a fairy style, but Li Daxian sitting on a dilapidated wooden chair completely subverted her cognition.

Li Daxian looked like he was forty or fifty years old, his face was pale, and his whole person was thin.

He was dressed in a white-washed blue tunic and a hat of the same color, with several holes of various sizes.

What's even more terrifying is that Li Daxian's right eyeball is turned outward, and there is no vitality at all!

Wen Lan and Zhou Qiao looked at each other!

"What do you want to ask?" Li Daxian spoke slowly, his voice shrivelled.

"Of course, it's about marriage and love!" Zhou Qiao had already recovered from the discomfort just now and rushed to say.

"Sit down and tell me about your birthday." Li Daxian's voice was very small.

As soon as Zhou Qiao sat down, there was a "crunch" sound from the chair, which frightened her and immediately stood up and said the eight characters of her birthday.

Li Daxian whispered a few times, and said quietly, "There is a lot of gold and water, and the life of a real widow—"

Zhou Qiao was furious when he heard this, and immediately sank his face, "I haven't been married for two months, and you are talking nonsense!"

"I'm only talking about the life that comes with birth." Li Banxian's expression was as calm as ever, "Within three years, my words will be fulfilled, and if there is a mistake, you can come and smash my signboard."

"I took the wrong medicine today, so I came to this hellish place to listen to you curse me!" Zhou Qiao pulled Wen Lan up angrily and was about to leave.

Wen Lan shook his head at her.

Now that you're here, let's listen to it.

Zhou Qiao ran out of the West Wing with a cold face.

Wen Lan took a deep breath and said his birthday.