A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

The monk snorted loudly, then squinted his eyes again, and hummed an out-of-key pop song.

The man in a famous brand who followed Meng Lulu seemed particularly displeased with Monk's appearance.

Not only because he felt ashamed, but because of other reasons, he opened his mouth and accused: "What kind of attitude is this!"

"Attitude? My temple is small and I can't accommodate your noble attitude. Please, turn left when you go out and go down the mountain to find attitude. I won't give you away!"

This monk is quite individual!

Bao Jinghan raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the monk with a slightly probing look.

The man seemed to be leaving, but Meng Lulu stopped him: "Where are we going? We came all the way here. Didn't we just hear about this spirit! Shake him as he pleases!"

After saying that, Meng Lulu picked up the stick and was about to stuff it into the hand of the man beside her.

But the bearded monk suddenly jumped up!

"No man is allowed to touch!"

This voice was extremely loud.

Lu Yan was so surprised that she cast a fixed gaze on him.

Meng Lulu, who was startled, shook her hand, and the stick shook, and only one sign fell out.

The old monk didn't explain much, and took the extremely delicate stick from her hand, but it should have been touched many times, and carefully put it back on the table.

And picked up the signature from the ground, squinted his eyes, sat back in the sunken sofa chair, and asked feebly: "What do you want?"

"I begged for my boyfriend, ask about our marriage!"

Meng Lulu held the man's arm delicately, but her intimacy did not attract the bearded monk's eyes.

"Marriage... Do you want to hear the truth, or lie?"

"You monk is really strange. To ask about marriage, of course you must listen to the truth!"

With a coquettish sound, Meng Lulu leaned towards her male companion again.

But the monk sneered, weighed the bamboo stick in his hand and said: "Yes, this stick is cheaper for you, so let's take two hundred and five meanings!"

As he said that, he yelled at the children playing outside the door: "Xiao Taohua, come and collect the money, both of them are two hundred and fifty!"

The words came out.

Bao Jinghan couldn't help biting his lips, pinched Lu Yan's arm, and suppressed a smile.

It's not because the little boy's name is Xiao Taohua, but because of that sentence - both of them are two hundred and five!

Meng Lulu's face turned dark, but the man beside her didn't seem to notice it, and thought it was just the price, so she hurriedly paid the little boy.

Seeing that the money was in hand, the bearded monk turned over the lottery and stared at it, shaking his head for a while and said: "The 49th lottery, this is the lottery, so that Meng Jiangnu will cry down the Great Wall..."

Lala chattered miscellaneously, and the bearded monk slapped the bamboo stick on the table and gave a conclusion.

"Hey, 'I've heard others say that I'm crazy, wild flowers are like chrysanthemums, and they have a good relationship to match, don't recognize crows as phoenixes', young man, you have to be sure when looking for marriage. I will deliver it, and the lottery will be released Whether you understand it or not is up to you!"

As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look at Meng Lulu, and shook his head with his mouth curled up.

Then he waved his hand with disgust and asked the little boy to see off the guests.

But Meng Lulu was unwilling to leave, pointing to Bao Jinghan and said, "We came together, we will leave after they finish their begging!"

The old monk clicked his lips, and his eyes lingered on Meng Lulu and Bao Jinghan.

He handed the stick in his hand to Bao Jinghan, his originally chaotic eyes lit up in the smoky temple.

"This benefactor, please!"