First Marriage Pet: Black-bellied Baby Almighty Wife

Chapter 183 Good-looking men are useless

As soon as the Weibo was about to be posted, Jin Moyu quickly deleted the word Amitabha and added two little hearts.

After looking at it several times, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he nodded, and silently recited Ami Buddha in his heart, and the publication was successful.

That's right, as a master who does good deeds and accumulates virtues, he naturally has all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor. There are too many people in this world who are troubled by love. He has no choice but to use Weibo to guide everyone to the other side of happiness. He is really A kind monk!
It's so kind!

"Master, do you also play Weibo? Let's check each other!"

A woman's voice suddenly appeared behind him, Jin Moyu was startled, the phone fell to the ground, and the screen shattered with a bang.

Meng Ziwen is speechless, this man is quite tall, why is he so weak, he can't even hold his cell phone, as expected, good-looking men are useless, but in an instant, she restrained her expression, smiled obediently, and went to help Jin Moyu pick it up. But when she saw the broken screen, she still couldn't control the pain in her heart.

Let me be good, Jin Moyu's mobile phone is not too expensive, she is now starting a business and just divorced, so she doesn't have any extra money!

Because the screen was broken, Meng Ziwen couldn't see the contents of the phone clearly. Jin Moyu felt bad, and flew forward to pick up the phone before Meng Ziwen. Slam it down on the floor.

"Let's lean, get out of the way!"

Meng Ziwen yelled, but Jin Moyu was just a weak monk, how could he have that kind of skill, he said a word of Buddha's blessing in his heart, and the next second the two of them were stacked together, the posture was not elegant, but Jin Moyu took care of it now No, he just wants to take a breath now, this Meng Ziwen is simply an unbearable weight for his life, he is about to be crushed to death, okay?

"Down, down..."

"Uncle, a female benefactor saw you just now, you..." The little monk standing at the door opened his thick eyebrows and small eyes in surprise, and reached out to touch his bald head, "So, uncle, you have I see, but what are you playing?"

"Save, save..."

"Oh, I see, you guys are playing Arhats, ahhh, I really like to play too, I'm coming too!"

Their young monks especially like to play this kind of game, but they all stack them standing up. It was the first time they saw them lying down, and they immediately became excited.

After running over a few steps, the little monk jumped up and tried to get on his knees. Seeing this, Meng Ziwen saw a carp dodging aside, and then there was a scream, because the little monk sat directly on Jin Moyu's seat because of a problem with his estimation. on the head.

"Master Moyu, are you okay!"

Meng Ziwen hurried forward and pulled the little monk away. Jin Moyu was still breathing, and looked at the big face close at hand: "I...I..."

"You are welcome, I know you want to praise me as a flexible fat man, but I am reserved, I would be embarrassed if you praised me directly."

Meng Ziwen smiled innocently, while Jin Moyu froze, pointing at the door: "Get lost!"

When the little monk heard it, he thought it was over. He sat on the head of the little uncle just now, and the little uncle must be angry, otherwise he would not have said such a thing, so he ran away quickly while the little uncle was not angry. But Meng Ziwen looked at Jin Moyu in complete shock, and said after a long time: "Little uncle, you are from the Buddha, how can you talk like that!"

Jin Moyu was really out of breath. She was hit in the stomach by Meng Ziwen just now, and it still hurts now, and she was sat on the head by the little monk again. She didn't care about Buddha or not, and glared at her: "Are you going to go or not!"

He had to go quickly to see if a certain place had been smashed. Meng Ziwen's seat was like a nuclear bomb, and it was too lethal.

Meng Ziwen curled her lips, wondering what to drag, you stinky monk, but remembering the purpose of coming today, she immediately smiled again: "Oh, Master Moyu, you see that your face is covered with mud, let me help you Wipe it!"

Speaking of which, Meng Ziwen leaned towards Jin Moyu.

Meng Ziwen is wearing a sweater today, a light gray bat shirt with simple leggings, and she doesn’t look as fat as she actually is, but the sweater is very cheating, unscrupulous traders knit the gap between the eye of the needle and the eye of the needle. Loose, so the closer you get, the more you can see something through the gap.

Jin Moyu intended to refuse, but at this moment he felt as if he was in the sea, and he was very depressed. Just when Meng Ziwen wiped the mud off his face and showed him a cute and amiable smile, Jin Moyu took a deep breath. In a low tone, he said slowly: "Benefactor Meng, is there something you want to see the poor monk today?"

"How do you know? The master is worthy of being a master, and he can predict the future."

Fart, what do you ask him to come to the temple for?
Jin Moyu reluctantly sat up, clasped his hands together: "Benefactor Meng, can we discuss this matter after the poor monk washes up?"

My lower abdomen hurts a bit from being smashed.

Meng Ziwen nodded quickly: "Okay, then I'll wait for you outside!"

"Walk slowly, don't send!"

Meng Ziwen waved her hand: "No need to deliver, no need to deliver, I'm right outside the door."

After finishing speaking, he thought about it again, stood up and folded his hands together and bowed to Jin Moyu: "Master, you are truly a bodhisattva, you will definitely fulfill my wish today."

dream!

Jin Moyu thought to himself, but still nodded with a smile, and watched Meng Ziwen open and close the door decently and indifferently, and the next moment he couldn't care about anything else, he quickly opened his clothes and looked, shit, he was green, this Mencius Wen has a grudge with him, did she knock him out last time, and hurt him again this time?
After finishing his stomach, he looked down again, and it was okay, although it hurt a little, but there was no real harm. Although the monk had already seen through the world of mortals, and his soul was already in the same heart as the Buddha, his body, hair and skin were affected by it. Parents, when he dies, the remaining mortal body must be returned to his parents, and of course it must be complete.

When he finished packing and opened the door, Meng Ziwen rushed in immediately, and Jin Moyu asked her when exactly, Meng Ziwei smiled like a chicken thief: "I just started a business, and I set up a cosmetics brand with Mu Xia !"

Jin Moyu hummed: "Congratulations!"

Meng Ziwen took another step closer: "Master, you said that we are so familiar, and such a big thing happened to me. As a master, shouldn't you take some practical actions to congratulate me?"

Jin Moyu raised his eyebrows, glanced at Meng Ziwen's somewhat thick face, and replied calmly: "We don't know each other well!"

Meng Ziwen froze for a moment, her brows tightened a little. Speaking of which, she and Jin Moyu were really not familiar, after all, they only slept for one night, and they hadn't succeeded yet, but she had to fight for it.

"Even if I don't know you well, you are a merciful and merciful master. In fact, I don't need you to give me any valuables, but we have an opening ceremony in summer. I want to invite you to attend. You are not ashamed Will you give it or not?"

(End of this chapter)