If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

Ever since the accident, his relationship with Song Mi has made rapid progress in the past few days. Song Mi no longer mentions divorce, and neither of them has started anything. They are as loving and loving as a real couple.

Love...

Si Qicheng felt that this word was not quite accurate, but he couldn't think of a suitable word.

Si Qicheng always felt uneasy. Now, whenever he was close to Song Mi and missed Song Mi, he could feel a throbbing that he had never felt before.

He now likes Song Mi very much and is always with him, so he feels even more uneasy. That feeling is something he has never had before, yet it feels familiar. He doesn't know if this is what people call love.

But what about Song Mi?

Could it be that she was just suffering from some residual poison? If she cleared the poison, would she still be with him?

Si Qicheng's eyes were filled with complex emotions. "Would you be willing to wear a wedding dress for me, or even a Chinese-style dress? If you are willing to wear the ring, it means that you are willing to truly marry me, Si Qicheng.

I'll give you a perfect wedding when I come back, are you willing?"

Song Mi's eyes were full of smiles, like a black sky dotted with stars. She put on the ring and said softly, "I will wear the ring, and I want it for the wedding too."

"Really?" Si Qicheng was a little unsure. She remembered her saying that she only wanted to marry the person she loved.

"You don't want to?" Seeing that he seemed still hesitant, Song Mi pretended to show some dissatisfaction.

"I do, of course I do." Si Qicheng stood up and hugged her happily, "I want to marry you. I wanted to marry you the first time I saw you."

Although I didn’t understand the feeling of love at that time, I still liked it.

Song Mi let him hold her for a while before reminding her, "Hurry up and eat, or you'll be late for the airport."

Si Qicheng ordered a few dishes, all of which were Song Mi's favorites. After eating, Song Mi sent Si Qicheng to the airport.

When they arrived at the airport, Song Mi took out a piece of jade tied with a black-brown rope.

"Carry this with you. The spiritual power in your body will attract many restless creatures. This is more effective than talisman paper. They won't dare to get close to you."

The Wuyi Sect is already restless, and some other ghosts and monsters must be waiting for an opportunity to strike. If Si Qicheng goes out, it will be no different from Tang Monk breaking into the demon cave with bare hands.

Si Qicheng took the bird-like jade pendant and felt it looked familiar. "It's very similar to the jade on your hairpin."

"It's that piece of jade," Song Mi said, "because it's difficult to carry a hairpin with you, so I took this piece of jade and gave it to you."

Si Qicheng looked at her in surprise, "This isn't..."

Song Mi felt that she had to tell Si Qicheng about his past life, but she also had to wait for him to come back.

Qin Mu finished checking in and waved to Si Qicheng from afar, "Mr. Si, it's almost time."

Song Mi went over and hugged him gently, asking him to put on the jade pendant. She also gave Qin Mu two amulets and asked her to pass them on. "I'll wait for you to come back. When you come back, I'll tell you something."

"Can't you tell me now?" Si Qicheng asked.

The main reason was that the story was too long and it was hard to explain it clearly now. In fact, when Si Qicheng gave her the ring just now, she saw his intentions.

But she couldn't tell him for the time being. She couldn't remember some details, and the cause and effect were too long to explain in a short time.

It’s better to wait until he comes back and tell him slowly.

"Wait for you to come back." Song Mi said.

Seeing this, Si Qicheng didn't insist anymore and asked her to wait for him to come back.

After watching Si Qicheng leave, Song Mi called a flash delivery on the spot, set the arrival time, and called Cheng Tingzhou to ask him to rush over.

It would take Song Mi another hour to get there from the airport, so to be on the safe side, she had to ask Cheng Tingzhou to arrive early.

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Arriving at the entrance of the tavern, Song Mi saw Cheng Tingzhou following a flash delivery boy into the tavern.

Song Mi also followed them. The front desk clerk collected the express delivery, and a young male receptionist took the item and went inside silently.

Cheng Tingzhou, who was pretending to make a phone call to urge a friend at the front desk, exchanged glances with Song Mi, who then walked over to attract another front desk attendant.

"how many?"

"Four of you, please take a booth."

"Ma'am, there are no booths here." The receptionist said apologetically.

"Where's the private room?" Song Mi looked displeased.

"We only have the large private room. The minimum charge is 3,999. Is that acceptable to you?"

The front desk clerk glanced at someone going in from the side, and saw that was the office area, and no one was allowed in.

Just as he was about to turn around, he heard Song Mi's angry voice, "There are only four of us, and you want a minimum spending of 4,000. Are you trying to rob us? I don't believe it."

Song Mi walked around from the front to the opposite corridor of the office area with a gloomy face and turned over the computer.

Song Mi's sudden action made the receptionist quickly protect the computer, fearing that it was another person who was difficult to offend.

The screen just happened to show that a booth had been cleared, and Song Mi pointed at that seat and said angrily, "Isn't there a booth? What do you mean? Forced consumption, huh? Who's your boss? Is this how you run your bar?"

The front desk clerk didn't expect a table to be suddenly cleared out and tried to explain, but Song Mi refused to listen.

"How about we give you a set meal and arrange for you to be seated?" After all, it was a place of entertainment, and the front desk had seen many people like this. After this compensation was offered, Song Mi's temper really subsided.

The front desk clerk quickly called someone over to lead Song Mi away. Only after watching Song Mi go in did the front desk clerk breathe a sigh of relief. At this time, the other person who had delivered the express also came out.

Seeing that his colleagues didn't show any unusual expression, the person at the front desk didn't ask any further questions.

Song Mi arrived at the booth and the waiter soon brought wine, fruit, snacks and the like.

Song Mi is wearing a black windbreaker today, with a black thin fleece sweater and casual trousers underneath.

Thinking about sending Si Qicheng off, she put on some light makeup and specially picked out a red tea-colored lipstick before getting off the car. She looked smart and sharp overall.

From her position, Song Mi could overlook everyone on the dance floor. She leaned back on the sofa and watched the group of people dancing to the music on the dance floor.

These people are more or less haunted by resentment and evil spirits, but nothing serious will happen to them.

Song Mi's phone rang. She saw the picture Cheng Tingzhou sent her, but the other party didn't say anything.

Song Mi clicked on the picture. The picture showed the front desk waiter delivering the express into the office. All he could see was a man opening the door and taking the item.

This can reveal something.

After a while, Cheng Tingzhou entered the dance floor and found Song Mi, who had already opened a bottle of wine and was drinking.

"We are on a mission, it's really inappropriate to drink, right?" Cheng Tingzhou showed a look of disapproval.

Song Mi raised the bottle in his hand and said, "There's no smell of alcohol at all."

The wines in the bar have no alcoholic taste and can be regarded as drinks to quench your thirst.

"That's right, just have a couple of sips." Li Hexuan suddenly rushed out and stretched out his right hand to grab the wine bottle, but was stopped by Cheng Tingzhou with his left hand.

Song Mi found it very funny to see these two people using the same body to stop themselves from drinking.

Cheng Tingzhou narrowly won because he was still the master of the body. He slapped the back of his right hand hard with his left hand. Li Hexuan snorted in dissatisfaction and shrank back.

The bar was noisy, and Cheng Tingzhou was afraid that others would hear him if he spoke too loudly, so he leaned over to Song Mi's ear and spoke.

Cheng Tingzhou said that the man would appear in twenty minutes and he would host the show.

"We can't wait until he comes on stage, right?" Song Mi looked at Cheng Tingzhou in confusion.

"But we still don't know what this guy's background is. If he's as difficult to deal with as Yan Lai, there's no way the two of us can defeat him!"

Cheng Tingzhou has always been cautious.

Song Mi raised his eyes. If Yan Lai didn't use those despicable methods, how could he be his opponent?

Song Mi put down the bottle and prepared to go find the man himself.

Suddenly, a young man came up from the stage. Although he was dressed as a waiter, he had delicate makeup on and his smile was a bit charming and shy.

Song Mi watched him walking towards her and asked, "Sister, are you drinking alone?" As he spoke, he leaned closer to Song Mi.

Cheng Tingzhou, who was sitting next to him, had several big question marks floating on his head. Couldn't he see it from his side?

Song Mi didn't say anything. The waiter took the initiative to pour the wine on her table into two glasses next to her. He brought the wine to Song Mi's lips with one hand and held his own glass with the other.

"Sister, you're bored. Brother, come drink with you."

As he was about to pour the wine into Song Mi's mouth, Song Mi raised his hand to catch the wine glass, put one arm around the boy's shoulders, and smiled softly, "Why don't you let your brother drink this glass of wine?"