After being transformed into Bai Yueguang, she was spoiled by the boss

Chapter 117 Can I Become a Rich Man?

Fu Jianzhi held her shoulders helplessly.

He sighed.

Maybe it was because when Muruo kissed him, he didn't make any progress at all, he was still awkward and ignorant, just like a kitten licking someone.

He wanted to take the initiative and occupy the other person, but Mu Ruo rubbed the corner of his lips lightly twice and buried her face in his shoulder.

It seems a bit embarrassing.

Fu Jianzhi took her from his arms and put her back on the bed.

He really couldn't bear to be teased by Muruo any longer.

If he continued to tease her, Fu Jianzhi was really unsure what he would do to Muruo.

Mu Ruo, a love novice, has not thought of anything else for the time being.

For her, kissing and hugging the big guy is enough to stimulate the taboo.

After being put on the bed this time, she finally felt sleepy and soon fell asleep leaning against the pillow.

But the situation of the Fu family was far more insane than Muruo had imagined. Mr. Fu was already very old, and it stood to reason that an old man of this age could not withstand any hardship.

Unfortunately, he usually didn't like to be idle. He fell on the way to fishing and was sent to the hospital, where he remained unconscious.

The doctor knew that Mr. Fu didn't have many days left to live, and even with the best medicines and equipment, they still couldn't save him from the clutches of death.

But Zhou Yanhui and the brothers Fu Quan and Fu Zheng were afraid that after Grandpa Fu left, they would be kicked out of the house by Fu Jianzhi, so they tried every means to kill Grandpa Fu, and even invited some so-called masters from abroad to perform rituals for Grandpa Fu.

When Mu Ruo and Fu Jianzhi arrived there, the entire private hospital was filled with mysterious sounds, with all kinds of talismans and many magic circles everywhere.

Mu Ruozhen opened his eyes: "Do you rich people also believe in feudal superstition?"

Fu Jianzhi said with some sarcasm: "They believe it more than anyone else."

Especially Zhou Yanhui, who became a superior person overnight, and was reduced to her original state overnight.

She believes in fate more than anyone else, and is even more afraid of certain illusory things.

In fact, even though this happened to Mr. Fu, Fu Jianzhi was not sad or upset at all.

Perhaps he was born with a cold heart, or perhaps it was retribution for what happened many years ago that finally came upon him today.

Mu Ruo not only saw monks and Taoists, but also some men wearing sunglasses and Tang suits who looked like fortune tellers.

Some relatives and friends who have close ties with the Fu family were also here to visit Grandpa Fu. Fu Jianzhi went to entertain them and talk to them.

Muruo was quite interested in these supernatural things. In the past, in their circle, there were famous stars who would ask for Buddha amulets to raise ghosts or something like that.

She approached a fortune teller with some curiosity: "Master, how much do you charge for coming here?"

Muruo was dressed very simply today. Mr. Fu was dying, so she couldn't wear anything too bright. She wore a new Chinese-style moon-white top with small buttons and a black long skirt. She had her black hair tied up, which inexplicably gave her a fairy-like ancient charm.

Seeing her asking curiously, the master guessed that she was definitely not from the Fu family.

This master was actually not from the mainland. Zhou Yanhui was desperate and tried every possible means to find a cure. She met this master through an introduction and spent a large sum of money to invite him over.

He also didn't expect that the introducer would give him such a lucrative order.

Finally flew over to take a look.

Oh no, monks and Taoists from all kinds of sects are crowded together, and Mrs. Fu is not afraid that they will fight because of their different beliefs.

Since medicines and instruments cannot cure people, Zhou Yanhui can only seek help from these superstitious places.

Then again, when the master saw Muruo wearing a plain top and with her black hair tied up, looking antique, he treated this little sister as a colleague.

He lowered his voice: "Five hundred thousand, what about you?"

Mu Ruo: "I'm here to have my fortune told. Master, can you tell my fortune for me? How much will you charge me?"

Master: “…”

Muruo had no idea that a master who couldn't even figure out her identity couldn't be a great master.

She only thought that these masters who served the wealthy must have great supernatural powers.

Maybe he can even call the wind and rain and cause flooding in Rongcheng for a month.

The master looked at Muruo carefully. He was from Southeast Asia, not a native of this country. He was introduced here by powerful connections when he was a mediocre fighter. Therefore, he didn't know the female celebrities here. This was the first time he saw Muruo.

"Ten thousand yuan per time."

Mu Ruo thought it was a bit expensive: "One thousand."

The master didn't expect that this girl could bargain so well.

How can you haggle over the price for fortune telling?

But he has been ostracized by the local monks and Taoists these days, and is afraid that he will not be able to get the final payment of 500,000 yuan, so he tries to get as much as he can now.

The master raised his eyes and said: "One thousand is one thousand, come on, swipe the card, I have a POS machine."

Muruo was curious: "Can I make a fortune and become a millionaire?"

No matter how love-minded she is, when she encounters something that requires calculations about the future, she will always ask herself whether she will suddenly become rich.

The master was speechless: "Girl, that's definitely not possible. Not everyone in this world is destined to become rich. Most people live an ordinary life."

He had never seen any rich man bargaining for a 10% discount when having his fortune told.

Muruo's smile froze instantly.

眼看着顾客的脸都绿了，下一秒就要举着拳头揍自己，师父赶紧找补：“不过，你长得真好看，鼻子是鼻子眼睛是眼睛的，肯定能嫁贵夫。”

Muruo still didn't give up.

After all, I just paid a sky-high price of one thousand dollars.

"Then let me ask about marriage."

The master proudly raised his POS machine: "One thousand yuan."

After swiping the card, Mu Ruo pointed at Fu Jianzhi who was walking towards them from a distance and said, "Do you think he loves me to death?"

The master took a closer look and found that the man was very handsome and he and the girl were indeed a perfect match.

He was just about to say a few nice words when he saw that the middle-aged man whom Zhou Yanhui respected very much after meeting him yesterday was actually nodding and bowing to the young man.

The master also guessed that the man should be the legendary Fu family's powerful young master Fu Jianzhi, the one who didn't touch beautiful women and had a very upright style.

"It's unlikely," the master adjusted his sunglasses. "I can tell at a glance that he is Fu Jianzhi, the young master of the Fu family. He appears gentle on the surface, but is actually cold-blooded and ruthless. He doesn't like beauty, and doesn't love anyone. He has endless wealth and glory in his life, but he is very lonely in terms of emotions. But you, your beauty attracts peach blossoms. There are no less than ten men who like you since childhood. You have no fate with him."

Mu Ruo: "Sir, you are not a local?"

The master was very arrogant: "I am from country x. Mrs. Fu invited me ten times before inviting me here. I charge one thousand dollars for each fortune-telling in my local area."

At this time, Fu Jianzhi also walked in front of Mu Ruo. In front of the guests, he walked to Mu Ruo's side gracefully: "Seventh Uncle, this is my wife Mu Ruo."

Mu Ruo called out, "Seventh Uncle."

The middle-aged man next to Fu Jianzhi smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits: "Hello, hello."

Fortune teller: “…”

He wanted to pull the slit of Uncle Qi's eyes to the ground and crawl into it himself.