Run away from a wealthy family 99 times: President, please divorce!

Chapter 337 Life Should Not Be Boring
This made Yan Xinyi couldn't help but have a new view on the old monk.

However, she will not let go of this opportunity to tease.

"Hey, Master, why don't you pick it up? That's money. If you're lucky, it's enough for you to earn from sitting here for half a day!" Yan Xinyi sat down on the stool and raised her legs.

"Female benefactor, in fact, you can throw less!" The old monk said calmly.

"..." Yan Xinyi twitched the corners of her mouth depressedly.

She shrugged disapprovingly: "Anyway, it's not my money, so it's not for nothing!"

"Okay, please help me untie the sign!"

Having played enough, Yan Xinyi put the lottery in her hand on the table and handed it to the old monk, speaking with a slightly commanding tone.

"May I ask what you want to explain, marriage, career, or..." the old monk asked with a mysterious smile.

Qin Ruoli did not wait for the old monk to ask, and directly answered for Yan Xinyi: "Marriage!"

The old monk gave a 'huh' and nodded his head a few times pretendingly, then picked up the bamboo stick and glanced at it, with a trace of surprise flashing across his eyes.

"Excuse me, benefactor, who did you think of when you were drawing the bamboo sticks?" the old monk asked.

"Does the settlement sign have something to do with it?" Yan Xinyi rested her chin, looking half-believing, and muttered to herself: This damn old monk is really long-winded!

In the temple, the crowd is still running around, just to avoid leaving a red picture of Grandpa Mao,
"Female benefactor, sincerity is true, as the saying goes, it's better to believe what you have than to believe what you don't have..." The old monk could tell at a glance that she didn't believe in these things, so he said eloquently.

Yan Xinyi quickly stretched out her hand to stop him from continuing to talk: "Just say what you want, I know it myself!"

Maybe because I felt that my tone of voice was a bit aggressive, I added another sentence: "I figured it out myself."

"When you were drawing the bamboo sticks, did you think of two men?" The old monk observed Yan Xinyi's expression while speaking, seeing that her face was still expressionless, he continued to smile and said, "The first thing you thought of The first man is your first love, and your childhood sweethearts are like brothers and sisters! And the second man is your favorite man!"

Not far away, Yin Hancheng pricked up his ears to listen carefully to what the old monk said, and when he heard this, his face suddenly became displeased.

Yan Xinyi actually still thought about Lin Siyuan, but after hearing the last sentence, his heart was balanced again, but he was not confident for a moment.

Could it be the second man Yan Xinyi thought of?
Is it him?

Luo Junzhe has been with Yin Hancheng for a long time. He has always heard about Yan Xinyi's deeds, but he has never really seen it with his own eyes. This time it really opened his eyes: "Yin Hancheng, there is someone like Yan Xinyi With his wife by his side, life shouldn't be boring."

"It's really interesting!" Yin Hancheng rubbed his chin, and got to know Yan Xinyi better.

Back then, when his second brother got into a car accident and became mentally handicapped, the woman who was going to be engaged to him blocked the fatal bullet in order to save him.

He has been decadent for several months, and every day in the nightclub, he gathers more than a dozen girls to accompany him, and he will throw money every time. Watching the scene of those women bending over to snatch, he will feel very happy.

I don't know how Yan Xinyi felt when she was throwing money.

Some of her behaviors are really exactly the same as his!
"Keep talking!" Although Yan Xinyi didn't show the surprise in her heart, she signaled the old monk to continue talking, indicating that she began to believe.

(End of this chapter)