It's really fragrant after the flash marriage with the black-bellied third uncle

"Ye Yunshang, don't dream." Lu Xun's voice was extremely cold, as if it wanted to penetrate her bone marrow.

Ye Yunshang chuckled lightly: "It's okay, I'll wait for you to beg me."

Lu Honglin looked at Ye Yunshang in embarrassment, feeling very anxious inside.

He really wanted to get Lele's blood sample.

As a super scientific researcher, as a brother who has cared about his brother's safety for so many years, the temptation is too great.

However, he also has principles.

I won't hurt my brother's marriage because of this.

After all, one size fits all.

It's a pity that we can't get super blood samples for the time being.

Lu Honglin sighed.

A farce ended like this.

Among them, the most heartbreaking one is Mr. Lu.

He seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, walked up to Lin Qingyu with unsteady steps, and said with embarrassment: "During this time, you have been wronged, it's dad who's sorry for you."

"Dad, it's all over. We are a family." Lin Qingyu said a few words of relief to the old man.

Mr. Lu's old eyes were moist, and he waved his hands: "Don't say it, don't say it, I feel uncomfortable."

Mrs. Lu followed his back and helped him back to his room.

Treating the enemy as a savior and nurturing the enemy's daughter for so many years, why does Mr. Lu not feel hurt?

After so many years of favoritism, and even wronged his own son because of Ye Yunshang, how could he not feel annoyed.

"It's in vain that I've been smart all my life, but I didn't expect to stumble on this matter."

Lu Xun and Lin Qingyu also returned to their room.

When the two lay down, Lin Qingyu was full of emotion in his heart: "At this moment, I really don't know whether I want Lele to be your daughter or not."

"Fool, what are you thinking. Don't worry, the fortune teller said that I can live past 90 years old."

When "fortune-telling" was mentioned, Lin Qingyu's expression changed slightly.

Lu Xun also saw this subtle change in his eyes, and continued to comfort him: "Over the years, my second brother has been constantly developing vaccines. There are almost no virus components in my blood. These are all leaves. Yun Chang doesn't know. You don't have to worry too much."

Lin Qingyu nodded, knowing that Lu Xun was comforting herself.

She closed her eyes, recalling the words of the so-called fortune-teller in Fu temple.

"There are still about eight months. After the child is born, everyone has a destiny. These two children, the Lord and..."

Lin Qingyu's heart seemed to be stung by something.

Could it be that the Lord is separated from the Father?

Could it be that the time left for them is really less than eight months?

Lin Qingyu also remembered what the master said earlier about destiny.At that time, she didn't know that Maomao was Lu Xun, she felt it was absurd, and sneered at it, while Lu Xun looked a little dignified, and wanted to ask more questions.

It turned out that at that time he had already felt that the master had hit something.

Lin Qingyu's heart sank again and again.

At this time, Lu Xun, who was pretending to be asleep, was not much better.

Both of them made the same decision the next day and went to the detention center to visit the former abbot of Raifu Temple.

After Lin Qingyu arrived, everything went smoothly unexpectedly, and he soon met the host.

Through the glass window, the host looked better than before.

Probably because I feel that I have redeemed my sins, and I don't need to suffer from my conscience anymore.

Lin Qingyu sat in front of the viewing window and did not speak for a long time.

She felt it was absurd, so she even asked about the future, about a person who had harmed her.

Seeing that Lin Qingyu hadn't made a sound for a long time, the host saluted.

"Amitabha, the poor monk made a divination last night, so he knows why the benefactor came?"

Lin Qingyu was stunned for a moment: "Then tell me, master, why did I come here?"

"The benefactor wants to ask about the fate of the husband, especially in terms of health."

Lin Qingyu's eyes lit up with joy: "Master, do you still remember my husband?"

"Remember, the third master of Jiangcheng, Lu Xun, has a dignified face and a strong horoscope. The master has a long life, so the benefactor does not have to worry. The benefactor Lu has a very good fortune, and he can easily solve any setbacks."

"Really? Are you sure?" The haze disappeared from Lin Qingyu's face.

"The poor monk is sure. The two benefactors are all blessed people, and they will prolong their lives. Don't worry about what the villain said."

Lin Qingyu was stunned: "Master, can you figure this out?"

The host smiled lightly: "All the confusion in the world comes from the instigation of the villain, and the uncertainty in the heart."

Lin Qingyu nodded, thanked her, and turned to leave.

As soon as she left, Lu Xun appeared.

The host's expression sank: "Almsgiver, the poor monk has already told Mrs. Zun what you said."

"Yeah." Lu Xun nodded lightly, "The eight-month deadline you mentioned earlier...what's going on?"