The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

Lie down and pick up the mobile phone, looking at his phone number, Mei Yangyang found a picture of himself mimicking a goldfish from the mobile phone, sent him a multimedia message, and left a line: look at me when you are unhappy, right? Feeling better.

It didn't take long for the news to arrive and he heard back.

Just five words: pig head, really good.

Mei Yangyang stared at the words on the screen, his face turned red for no reason, such as dry wood was ignited by fire and quickly burned.

Putting down the phone, it still doesn't get better, there are those two words in my mind: really good, really good, really good ...

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Mother Jin had nothing to do at home and stewed the soup in person, and brought it in the morning.

An Xiaomeng felt a warm heart for a while, "Mom, did you stew it for me?"

"Of course, it's yours if you haven't talked." Mother Jin put down and said to Aunt Chen, "Bring a spoon and a bowl."

"Ok."

An Xiaomen sat down, looked at the soup poured from the lunch box, and said with admiration, "It smells good."

Jin Mu said with a smile, "The soup I went to learn is best for women."

An Xiaomen took a sip and said, "It's really delicious. Since it's for me, I want to drink it all."

Jin Qingyan interrupted, "Mom is too eccentric, so I know that my distressed daughter-in-law, why do n’t I want to send it to my son? Xiao Ning, let me tell you, I live outside, my mom never Give me the soup myself. "

"Is that so?" An Xiaomen was reassured by this, "Thank you mom."

Mother Jin looked at their rapport and was very happy. "My own daughter-in-law doesn't feel bad for her. Who does I feel bad for? Now, except your sister makes me feel bad, everything is fine, now it's all night Home, I can't control her. "

"If you don't care, just follow her if you want. She doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back. In order to throw Wang Fangfang, Shi Shaochuan hit people first and then strangled to death. I don't believe Qingyue can change him, to her. Change the matter, and look at the effect later. If it really does not help, she will take her own responsibility in the future. "

Mother Jin nodded. "Okay, I'm going back."

Just after Jin Mu went out, Fan Shixin came in, walked to Jin Qingyan's side, and uttered a few words in his ear. Jin Qingyan's face became cloudy and sunny.

"Got it."

Fan Shixin nodded and turned around.

"What's the matter?" An Xiaomen asked him with a sip of soup.

"Dinner first, I'll take you there after dinner."

She nodded. "Okay."

After a while, An Xiaomen knew why he asked her to eat and then watch, because how could she still have appetite to eat when she saw a bunch of dead mice?

Her face did not look good. She had always been a dead mouse for express delivery. She didn't want to waste time on this matter, but the other party didn't seem to intend to stop it, and she wanted to make it worse.

Then she really wants to know who this person is!

"Give me these things, and I will return them to the mailer in person." An Xiaomen ordered, "There aren't many of them."

Fan Shixin quickly said, "Yes, grandma."

"Also, last time you took the fingerprint on the courier and found only the fingerprint of the courier, didn't you?"

"Yes, I wore gloves when I sent the courier."

"This person's mind is indeed very meticulous. Not only is it necessary to do such a disgusting thing, but also to be seamless and leak-proof. Now I am really curious, who is this person?"

Jin Qingyan looked at her sideways, "No matter who it is, no matter how meticulous it is, there will be a horse's feet exposed, and you must tell who it is."

"I'll check it myself. Don't follow your busy schedule."

"Don't you want me to grow right for your god?" He raised an eyebrow. "Why, now you want to decide for yourself?"

"Let me check it myself. I believe that I will be able to pick up the dead mouse and hand it to her, so that I can have a sense of accomplishment."

An Xiaomen turned around and walked back. She already had a scale in her heart. The person who sent the dead mouse was definitely someone who knew her, and she also knew this person.

She knows a limited number of people, and even if you check one by one, you don't need to waste a long time.

Jin Qingyan didn't think she could find it out quickly. After all, the other party was so secretive, no fingerprints, no face, just relying on the voice of the courier's memory, it was not easy to find out.

I can fully hire someone to do it, there is no need to do it myself.

But An Xiaomen didn't know this truth, but she couldn't let any one who provoked herself again and again.

The mere P mask is not something you can buy casually.

After An Xiaomen came out of the house, she took the initiative to go to the hidden seller's P mask in the city.

If it wasn't for asking Jin Qingyan, she really didn't know that the surface was selling anything else. The actual place to sell masks would be in such a place.

Antique shops, calligraphy and painting everywhere.

Jin Qingyan repeatedly told her that he had Fan Shixin searched the place where it was sold in the city, but nothing was found, and she went again, just as if she were going.

However, she really didn't come here to search for the talent of dead mice.

She also bought it.

It is estimated that Jin Qingyan never thought of it.

A man in her fifties saw her come in and greeted her with a smile, "Is it for calligraphy and painting? Just look at it, we have everything here."

An Xiaomen handed him the note in his hand, "I want this."

The man glanced at the note and then stretched out two fingers. "At least this number, if you don't bring so much money, it is best not to look at it."

"Twenty thousand or two hundred thousand? Make it clear."

"Twenty thousand, it is the cheapest. Girl, I bet you have such a risky business. The goods we have here are the best. Other small workshops are not comparable at all, and all the wealthy circles Love to buy. "With that said, the man was a little smug," Do you want to buy? "

"Of course, take the lead."

"Please follow me." He took the lead and walked inside.

An Xiaomen followed closely, and asked, "Boss, do you think our home is the best in our city?"

"This is natural. Let me tell you this. Someone else has a few hundred dollars or a few thousand dollars. It's not as good as ours. We wear them like real people. They can't be more realistic. It's lifelike, you can't see it at all. Cheap goods like theirs are not so realistic at all. "

An Xiaomen nodded. "That's the case. How much is the most expensive?"

"The most expensive, girl, you're afraid you can't afford it," the man laughed. "I didn't disparage the girl. You who bought it here are rich owners, because I never advertise here. According to the social circles, most people who come to buy this are tens of thousands of dollars a piece, the most expensive ones have sold hundreds of thousands of pieces, but no one has bought the top one here. "