If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

Qi Huan clinked glasses with him and took a sip, "That's what I mean. Among those of us who grew up together, how many of us decided our own marriages?

Look at the Gu family. They have been doing their own things since they got married. Pei Lao San quarrels with his wife every day and now he has a mistress outside.

Ming Laoer is fine. They didn’t know each other before they got married, but now they are in love.

But generally speaking, whether they love their wives or not, they have all gone through some kind of adjustment. What about you? You two have been roommates who treat each other with respect from the beginning to the end. It's boring."

Qi Huan looked at Si Qicheng's empty cup and refilled it for him. "Have you two never slept together before..."

Before Qi Huan could finish his words, Si Qicheng glared at him and he shut up with a wry smile.

Si Qicheng had stared at his phone dozens of times that night. His eyes, after drinking, were no longer as distant as usual. "She doesn't like to reply to my messages."

"What did you send her?" Qi Huan asked him curiously. Si Qicheng didn't want to tell him, so Qi Huan kept prodding him, "I'm a seasoned chatterbox. I can teach you some simple chatting skills."

Si Qicheng was too lazy to pay attention to him, so Qi Huan could only drink and chat with him. "I suddenly remembered that I saw a video yesterday, but then I got into a meeting and forgot to show it to you."

He took out his cell phone, opened a video app, and found a video.

Si Qicheng looked at the content of the video. It was the video of him and Song Mi encountering a domestic violence man at a barbecue stall that day. In the video, Song Mi's movements of driving the formation were recorded.

The focus in the video is on Song Mi, with only half of his back shown.

The audience couldn't see the little ghost either, they could only see the formation suddenly emitting golden light, so the comments below were mixed.

Some of the words were harsh:

A psychopath is saving a woman who has lost her moral integrity.

[Woohoo! The Black Demon transforms! Hahahaha, does she think she's a little demon fairy?]

[Sister's special effects are much better than Sanmao's in the TV series.]

[Don't be too harsh on the first floor, or you might get a ghost knocking on your door in the middle of the night.]

[It is better to believe it than not to believe it. What if this family really did something evil and was being retaliated against?]

[This guy seems pretty impressive. Could he tell my fortune or something?]

[What era is this? There are still people who believe in feudal superstition. What a psychopath! I've already tagged the police.]

……

While Si Qicheng was reading through the offensive comments, he called his assistant Qin Mu and said, "Contact the video blogger Psychic Detective and ask him to manage the comment section. Otherwise, I will sue him at any time."

Qi Huan was surprised after hearing what he said. "You don't want him to delete it? You want to keep it?"

"This is for Song Mi to decide."

Qi Huan's expression was a mixture of surprise, confusion, curiosity, and even complexity.

"Does Song Mi really know these things?" Qi Huan asked curiously.

The blue and white of the dawn sky has turned into gold, dividing the sky and the mountains.

"I have to take Liu Na away." Wang Xiaoxiao said. They stood up and she picked up the soul-calling banner.

When Wang Xiaoxiao arrived at Liu Na's house, Qinzhou was still asleep. Liu Na had already come out of Wang Xueyun's body and was sitting by the bed looking at her child.

Liu Na said that Wang Xueyun had returned to the hospital.

"Have you said goodbye?" Wang Xiaoxiao asked her.

"Well, I've already said it, let's go." Liu Na didn't see Song Mi, "Has that gentleman left?"

"If you have something to say, I can help you with it."

Liu Na smiled gently. "It's nothing, actually. I just wanted to thank her. She didn't let the security bureau take me away last night, and she let me spend a night alone with the child. I have no regrets. I'm very grateful."

Wang Xiaoxiao said she would help convey, "I'll bring you news when the result of Qin Yu's handling comes out."

"thank you all."

Wang Xiaoxiao waved the spirit-calling flag in her hand, and a small path suddenly appeared in the house. "Follow this path to the end, and someone will pick you up."

Liu Na stepped onto the road and looked back at her child before continuing on her way. Her figure quickly disappeared in the fog.

Wang Xiaoxiao put away the soul-calling banner, chanted a spell in a low voice, and disappeared into the house.

After the house returned to calm, sobbing sounds came from the bedroom...

When Song Mi rode his motorcycle home, Si Qicheng had not left yet.

Si Qicheng was a little surprised when he saw her walking in with a helmet in her arms. He had never seen her riding a motorcycle like this before.

"You haven't been home all night."

"Why, is there a curfew at your house?" Song Mi glanced at the breakfast made by the nanny, "Auntie, make me a bowl of noodles and two eggs."

Song Mi was already hungry after a night of tossing and turning. He put down his helmet and went back to his room to wash up. When he came out, the noodles were already cooked.

"What did you do last night?" Si Qicheng asked her.

"Catch ghosts."

"Do you need help?"

"unnecessary."

"..."

The silent atmosphere at this moment seemed a little subtle. Song Mi raised her head and met Si Qicheng's gaze, which felt very strange.

"what happened?"

“Why didn’t you return my call?”

"I was busy at the time."

"No reply to the message."

"I asked you what you wanted, and you asked me where I was. I didn't think there was any need to reply."

"You went to Taiqing Temple before, and you didn't reply to my message."

"..." Song Mi put down his chopsticks and opened the sparse chat history between the two of them. "Look at what you asked, are you there? You keep asking this. Mr. Si, when did I leave? Are you ready for dinner?"

Si Qicheng: "...I just..."

Si Qicheng just wanted to talk to Song Mi about something, but he didn't know how to start.

"Boss Si, I think you're crossing the line and prying into my life."

When Song Mi came back this time, she could clearly notice that Si Qicheng spent too much time with her.

Although the two of them had lived in peace before, Si Qicheng never took the initiative to talk to her, let alone ask such inexplicable questions, and he certainly would not do what he did yesterday, where he got a hair dryer for her in front of everyone.

Song Mi doesn't like this kind of inexplicable and unclear thing.

Si Qicheng took a sip of the soy milk. There was no sugar in it, so it tasted a bit bitter.

"Sorry." Si Qicheng lowered his eyes and put down the cup.

He took out the video Qi Huan showed him yesterday and placed it in front of Song Mi. "You want to watch it. After you watch it, decide whether to contact the blogger to delete it."

The comments section of the video that Song Mi saw had already been deleted. Most of the comments were about finding it amazing and cursing the domestic violence man, and there were also some people who flattered him.

"Don't delete it, I'll contact him later." If someone is willing to ask her for fortune-telling, she can take the order through video software.

"Qin Mu has been contacted. I asked Qin Mu to send you his contact information."

Song Mi paused. Si Qicheng had already done it for her?

"Thank you." Song Mi rubbed the joints of his index finger with his left thumb unconsciously. "Remember to catch up on some sleep. I'll take you to the ghost village tonight."

Si Qicheng looked at her little movements and secretly curled his lips, "Okay."

Si Qicheng took his phone and went to the terrace in the living room. Song Mi was stunned for a few seconds, then came to his senses, finished his noodles, and prepared to go back to his room.

The nanny called Song Mi, "Madam, this soy milk was made by Mr. Si himself this morning. Would you like to try it?"

Song Mi was already full and wanted to say no, but after glancing at Mr. Si who was sitting not far away looking at his phone, he took a sip and said, "It's quite delicious."

Si Qicheng sat in the sun and felt that today's sun was particularly comfortable.

As soon as Cheng Tingzhou arrived at the police station in the morning, he immediately reported to his superiors what happened to Qin Yu last night. His superiors asked him to investigate the matter together with the criminal investigation team.

However, Cheng Tingzhou did not report some specific details, such as: Song Mi did not care about Qin Yu's life or death, and Liu Na was not sent away immediately after being controlled.

"Qin Yu's case must be handled as quickly as possible. Have a public trial. Also, send a notice to the higher-ups, formally inviting her to join the Security Bureau. I'll leave this to you."

"Ah? Me?" Cheng Tingzhou recalled Song Mi's expression last night and felt a chill in his spine. "I'm just an ordinary specialist. Personnel matters aren't my responsibility, right?"