There was only a small old-fashioned wooden window in the west wing, and the latticework was covered with dust and cobwebs.

The afternoon sun shines through and falls on Wen Lan's anxious face.

Li Daxian gently recounted Wen Lan's birth date, and asked rhetorically, "That's right, right?"

"That's right." Wen Lan was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

At this moment, it seems to be waiting for the verdict of "fate".

"The officials are mixed, and the lord's marriage is not smooth and he has multiple marriages." Li Daxian shook his head lightly, "The official in your life is more prosperous than the girl just now, but the official in your life will become stronger and stronger in the past few years, and your marriage in the future will not be much better."

"What is a righteous official?" Wen Lan was confused.

"A formal official is a destined husband, and a partial official is a lover or suitor." Li Daxian's right eyeball turned outward.

Wen Lan let out an "oh" in disappointment and asked eagerly, "Is the official in my life the same man from beginning to end?"

"Officials can become partial, and partials can become officials." Li Daxian said ambiguously, and suddenly yawned and shouted out the window, "I'm tired, I can't say any more, close the door and thank you."

Li Daxian's wife quickly stood at the door and made a gesture of invitation to Wen Lan.

"Mr. Li, please give me a few more words!" Wen Lan felt that he had said everything and said nothing.

Li Daxian let out a long sigh of relief, "Although you have a lot of feelings in your eight characters, you can still have a man to help you grow old. But just now the girl couldn't say anything—"

"Is there a way to crack it, sir?" Wen Lan was more worried about Zhou Qiao than he was at this time.

"Bring her a message for me—"

As soon as Li Daxian opened his mouth slowly, he was interrupted by Zhou Qiao outside with a sharp voice, "Let's go, Lan Lan!"

"Let's go, let's go, the eight characters are predestined, and they can't be changed." Li Daxian shook his head.

Wen Lan still didn't give up, "Please give us some advice!"

Li Daxian was silent.

Wen Lan stood in the room and waited for a while, Zhou Qiao's urging came again, and she had no choice but to walk out of the west wing.

When he saw Li Daxian's wife, Wen Lan remembered that divination was paid for, and hurriedly asked, "Sister-in-law, how much do we need to pay?"

"If you are not good hexagrams, the money will be free." Li Daxian's wife was expressionless.

Wen Lan's spine was cold.

I've heard people say before, "The dying don't charge money", can her and Zhou Qiao's emotional marriage be compared with the "dying man"? .

When Zhou Qiao heard this, he didn't even pick up Wen Lan, he walked out of the yard with a white face so angry that he started the engine as soon as he got into the car.

When Wen Lan limped into the car, Zhou Qiao stepped on the accelerator hard, and the car was like an arrow off the string, quickly driving out of the town and onto the national highway.

"I got my brain in water today, so I came to listen to this half-blind man's nonsense!" Zhou Qiao scolded indignantly, "Say I'm a widow? I think her wife is a widow!"

Wen Lan also wished that what Li Daxian said was made up out of thin air, but faintly she was convinced.

Because she was in Shangjing City God's Temple a year ago, she also drew a marriage lottery.

Thinking about her own emotional and marital experience, she has become more and more sure of the fact that "emotional marriage is not going well" in the future.

Since it's not smooth, then don't touch it!

Li Daxian said that Zhou Qiao was a "widow's life", but Wen Lan didn't believe it at all.

"After driving for more than an hour, I came to this hellish place to listen to his white teeth curse us! It's stupid!" Zhou Qiao hatefully slammed the horn on the steering wheel.

The car let out a screeching whistle.

"If this thing says it, believe it, and don't believe it if it doesn't say it well." Wen Lan persuaded Zhou Qiao with what Xie Yansheng had said.

"I know that the blind man is talking nonsense, but I still have a diaphragm in my heart!" Zhou Qiao scolded, "My Zhao Huan is living well, the blind man has to say that I am a widow!" I really regret that I didn't marry the blind man!"

Zhou Qiao was amused by her, "Li Daxian is forty or fifty years old, and his father may be buried in the ground, just."

Even if you want to marry, you don't have to marry!"

"My mother also said that the blind man is accurate, and he is accurate!" Zhou Qiao couldn't hide the anger in his heart, "If it weren't for the fact that he was disabled, I would have found someone to demolish his West Wing!"

"Calm down, Qiaoqiao, he said his, we don't believe it." Wen Lan was relieved to Zhou Qiao, but he was very weak-hearted.

Because of Li Daxian's words, she believed it.

Returning to the city is no longer like when you come with the mentality of touring the mountains and rivers, Zhou Qiao is angry, an hour and a half by car, and an hour and a half to TT.

There are a few customers looking at clothes in the exhibition hall on the first floor, and the shopping guides in the two studios next door are busy.

Zhou Qiao was in a bad mood and went upstairs to talk to Zhao Huan on the phone.

As a partner of men's haute couture, Wen Lan put down his handbag and came to the men's studio to help.

Several customers took advantage of the opening of the discount to apply for membership, Wen Lan stood for a while and felt that he couldn't intervene, so he returned to his workstation.

Closing the door, Li Daxian's words repeatedly appeared in her ears, and the entanglement of "Zhengguan" and "Partial Official" made her head hurt.

Her hand involuntarily landed on her lower abdomen, holding her breath to feel the little thing.

Maybe it was too small for her to feel any movement.

I don't know how long it took, but the call rang.

It's the sound of thanks.

She took a deep breath and clicked away.

"Didn't you say to meet, it's inconvenient for you to walk on your right foot, send me an address, and I'll go over right away." Xie Yansheng's deep voice was full of earnestness.

"Wait until after work—" she said, glancing at her watch, and seeing that it was time to get off work, she hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, but it's already a little late." If you can, come to the café across the street from TT."

"Right now." Xie Yansheng didn't hang up the phone in a hurry, and his tone suddenly became much gentler, "You finally remembered me."

"I'm—I have something to discuss with you." Wen Lan bit her lip, "Let's talk about it when we meet."

"What can't you tell you about on the phone?" Xie Yansheng asked curiously.

Wen Lan was stunned, thought about it and said, "It's better to say it in person."

"Then say it to your face. Actually, I can go to your apartment with your permission." Xie Yan laughed under his breath.

"It's serious, don't think about it." After Wen Lan finished speaking, he took the initiative to end the call.

She clutched her phone, and her mood was like the sea water rising and falling back and forth......

In fact, at the moment when she met at the banquet, she already had the idea of giving birth to the child.

When she first learned that she was pregnant, she was deeply resistant to Xie Yansheng.

Even if he was born, he didn't want Xie Yansheng and the Xie family to know any news about the child.

But at noon, she heard the sound of thanksgiving in her mobile phone, and as soon as her mind was hot, she proposed to meet after work.

When the two sat face each other in the café, she hadn't decided whether to tell her about her pregnancy.

Xie Yansheng ordered a cappuccino for her first, but she hurriedly interrupted, saying that she hadn't slept well recently, so she could just have a cup of milk tea.

Xie Yansheng ordered another cup of Blue Mountain for himself, and his smile froze her deeply, "You want to talk to me about something serious—"