You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

"Hey, hey, hey, Wang Xuan, you're already an adult, and you're still crying. My camera, oh..."

Chen Jun's shout quickly suppressed Wang Xuan's bitter tears.

The latter glared at Chen Jun unhappily, stood up and bowed repeatedly to Su Chen.

"Master Su, thank you so much!"

He had already prepared for surgery to remove the scars, leaving behind scars that might scare the children, but...

It's actually back to normal.

more than.

Wang Xuan even felt that the skin on his chest and abdomen was smoother than before.

Chen Jun, what a fool!

He gritted his teeth!

I knew Taoist Su before, but he didn't say a word, causing me so much torture in vain. When I get back...

I must secretly put his treasured treasures in the living room and embarrass him in front of the whole family!

Chen Jun said disdainfully, "Wang Xuan, don't thank me yet. You're not planning on taking this meat back to steam or braise, are you? Or are you planning on throwing it away somewhere?"

“It’s really disgusting.”

Wang Xuan glared at him and looked at Su Chen with a wry smile: "Master Su, these..."

"I'm showing it to you. There's something the size of a fingernail underneath. It's a tumor."

"Oh, okay. Can I throw these away now? Or are there any taboos?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the meat floated up.

Su Chen flipped his hand seals, and they were quickly enveloped by a ball of fire. After a while, they turned into a ball of ash and flew out of the window.

When the wind blows, the ash will disappear.

Chen Jun sniffed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally it's clean!"

Wang Xuan nodded and touched his chest and abdomen lovingly again, with the corners of his mouth rising unconsciously.

"Hey, hey, hey, there's something wrong with your expression. Be more restrained!" Chen Jun reminded.

Wang Xuan finally came back to his senses, coughed lightly, turned around and winked at Chen Jun.

"Oh oh oh, wait a minute."

Chen Jun hurried out to open the car door and quickly came in holding a red envelope as big as a brick.

"Master Su, the thank-you gift this guy gave you is less than mine, please don't despise it."

Wang Xuan: “!!!”

"How much did you give?"

"What? You want to compete with this too?"

Wang Xuan snorted lightly: "At least I have been married and had children in these years, so my pocket money is at least a little more than yours."

Chen Jun: "Then you pay one million."

Wang Xuan glared: "You gave me one million? Why am I so unconvinced?"

"Then ask Master Su..."

"No, no, it's just one million. I'll call my brothers and sisters."

Yao Wentao's mouth opened slightly, his face full of disbelief.

The rich people in Shanghai are really rich.

One million!

Can you really get it?

Chen Jun crouched down and sneaked over to listen for a while, then came back and whispered to Su Chen and the others, "Please ask grandpa to tell grandma, humph, you want to compete with me for pocket money~"

He was proud for a moment, then looked at Yao Wentao carefully and stretched out his right hand: "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Chen Jun. Taoist Su helped me find my long-lost son. What about you?"

"Yao Wentao," Yao Wentao hesitated, "I originally brought my cousin here for treatment, but it turned out there was something wrong with the ancestral grave..."

Chen Jun frowned: "I think I've heard of this. Is your uncle not your biological son?"

"you know?"

"Hey, I'm friends with Brother Song who runs the repair shop up there. He often tells me about Master Su's situation. Oh, and Brother Song said Master Su raises dragons. Have you seen them?"

Yao Wentao glanced at Su Chen secretly and wiped his forehead guiltily.

Is it really okay to ask this in front of Master Su?

He smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Then we're about the same, so I won't be jealous of you."

Yao Wentao: “…”

"Master Su," Chen Jun said, his eyes wandering over the two boxes, "You really don't want these treasures? I worked so hard to collect them."

Su Chen looked at him steadily, then flipped his hand, took out the box and returned it to him.

"Ah~ Give this back to me too!" Chen Jun lay on the table with a hurt expression.

Su Chen couldn't bear to watch.

If it was Xiao Liu'er acting coquettishly, he would still find it cute, but a man in his thirties or forties acting coquettishly...

Aversion to cold!

He stood up and said, "I'm going to buy some cakes to bring back. You guys can do whatever you want."

Seeing Su Chen leaving with his hands behind his back, Chen Jun revived with full health, opened the box quickly, took out two books and stuffed them into Yao Wentao's hands.

"Come on, come on, Master Su, don't do that, brother, you can't be disgusted, right? Look at this girl's face, her figure, and her bikini..."

Yao Wentao smiled and nodded: "It is indeed good."

I wondered if I could go back and sell it to those old perverts?

Can I sell it? Will I get arrested?

While thinking, Xiao Liuer came in from the backyard, wiping her hands. She glanced at Chen Jun and Yao Wentao, then glanced outside: "Uncle, where is Taoist Su?"

"Going to buy a cake."

Chen Jun looked at Xiao Liu'er carefully, then subconsciously looked down at her legs and shook his head.

“Amazing workmanship, amazing workmanship!”

Xiao Liuer took a step back cautiously, waited for the water to boil and refilled their tea, then quickly ran to the next room.

"Grandpa Du, Grandpa Du~"

Xi Meng snorted softly.

"What a heartless greedy cat! Now that he has a girl named Du, he doesn't even want his aunt anymore!"

He turned his gaze and glanced at Chen Jun through the wall.

Chen Jun suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He frowned for a moment and looked back suspiciously. There was nothing there, just the wall.

Could it be possible that there would be evil spirits in this teahouse?

Where do they get the courage to come here?

While I was thinking, a woman outside stopped her bicycle and asked, "Where's the fortune teller? Isn't he here today?"

Yao Wentao quickly stood up and stuck his head out.

"Master Su went to buy a cake. Is there anything wrong?"

"Yeah, I want to ask him for a fortune-telling."

As she spoke, the woman had already parked her bicycle and subconsciously touched her belly: "Can I wait here for Master Su?"

Yao Wentao nodded: "Of course, that's..." He scratched his forehead, "Master Su will pick people when he tells fortunes, you have to be mentally prepared."

"Good~"

After the woman finished speaking, she quickly turned her back and raised her hand to lift her hair.

Chen Jun observed carefully and whistled at Yao Wentao: "Did you see that?"

Yao Wentao: “???”

Chen Jun pointed at the corner of his eyes and ears, then pointed at the woman.

Yao Wentao shook his head blankly.

The afternoon sun was at its brightest, and they were sitting in the store with their backs to the light. If you didn't look carefully, even the outlines of their facial features were blurry, let alone the details.

Chen Jun lowered his voice and said, "She must have been beaten by her husband. It was quite tragic. Look, she deliberately combed her hair over here and tied it up. The hair here must have been pulled out, making her bald."

Yao Wentao: “!!!”

real or fake?

Chen Jun: "Don't you believe me? Wait for Taoist Su to come and we'll go out, then you can take a closer look."

As he said this, he sighed: "I despise men who beat women the most. I don't know what she is here for. If it counts, can we get a divorce... Master Su won't try to reconcile but not completely separate, right?"

Yao Wentao shook his head: "I don't know."

Chen Jun: "If you don't distinguish between men who beat women, should you keep them and drown them in the river for the Dragon Boat Festival?"

Wang Xuan had just finished his call and came in. He was stunned when he heard this: "Chen Jun, who are you going to drown in the river? I'm your grandfather. If you really want to do this, you're betraying your teacher and ancestors, don't you understand?"