After saying goodbye to everyone, Su Baoyu logged off. She had many things to take care of, and most importantly, she wanted to go home and be with her mother.
The comments section was filled with sighs of dismay; who could have imagined that such a happy family harbored such a cruel conspiracy?
[This young lady is so strong! She clarified her thoughts and grasped the key points so quickly.]
If it were me, I would only cry and keep asking why.
Don't get caught up in self-destructive behavior, and don't dwell on it; learn to blame others.
I understand now. The problem isn't with Watashi, it's with the world.
Don't harbor illusions about anyone; acknowledge and accept that others don't truly love you as much as you think.
Mingzhao: "..."
No, isn't this a fortune-telling livestream? How did it turn into a motivational talk show? And these are all bowls of toxic motivational talk.
She tapped her fingers on the desk as a reminder: "The last divination."
Wow, it's time for another thrilling and exciting moment!
I hope it's me, yet I don't want it to be me, but ultimately I still hope it's me!
Although those who draw the winning lottery may experience some bad luck, receiving guidance from a master is also incredibly fortunate.
That's why I said the person who draws the lottery should relax; as long as they don't do anything bad, they won't be unlucky.
Jiangshan Fengyu, who had just successfully tipped Jiangshan Fengyu, paused for a moment upon seeing this message, and then immediately chose to request a live stream connection.
Mingzhuo looked at the man appearing on the split screen, paused for two seconds, and asked, "What do you want to calculate?"
Jiang Shan Fengyu had his own calculations: "Master, please help me calculate when I will be promoted."
He could tell that this master was truly capable, and ten thousand yuan was not a small sum, so naturally he wanted to maximize his profits.
Asking about getting rich is a bit unrealistic. It's better to be more down-to-earth and see if you can help him get a promotion.
Mingzhuo: "Don't you have anything else you want to calculate?"
Jiang Shan Fengyu has been having some other troubles lately, but he doesn't think they're important. "A man should still focus on his career. I just want to know how to get a promotion."
Mingzhuo: "Since you want to know, then I'll tell you, you won't be getting a promotion for the next few years."
"What?" Jiang Shan Feng Yu almost couldn't sit still. "How is that possible? I've been focusing all my energy on my work, and my boss appreciates me. I think I'll be promoted soon!"
Mingzhuo: "Oh."
Jiang Shanfeng calmed down and asked, "Master, have I been targeted by a villain? Is there any way to resolve this?"
He felt that he had always been very respectful to the master.
Why did the other person's tone give him a very cold feeling?
Didn't they say the fortune telling fee of 10,000 yuan included after-sales service? Since you made the request, they should have fulfilled it.
Based on past experience, when a master's attitude is unpleasant... it's usually because the person involved has done something wrong.
[Brother, have you done something wrong?]
Jiang Shan Feng Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly retorted, "I never do anything against my conscience!"
Mingzhuo: "And what about your wife?"
Jiang Shan Fengyu frowned: "Then there's even less to blame. I work hard to earn money to support the family, and she doesn't have to do anything. Isn't that enough?"
His tone was full of complaints and dissatisfaction, after all, his wife had really disappointed him in the past few days.
After a long and tiring day at get off work, all I want to do is lie down and rest, but then a conflict erupts between my mother-in-law and me. It's so frustrating!
They never let anyone have a moment's peace.
Mingzhuo: "You don't have to do anything? That doesn't seem right. Your daughter is only three years old, and your wife recently had a miscarriage."
"I asked my mom to come and take care of her! But she and my mom didn't get along, so I just sent my mom away today." The man said indignantly.
Mingzhuo knew that some people were stubborn and that no amount of talking would make a difference, so he had to find another way.
She drew a "Yellow Millet Dream" talisman, then burned the talisman paper in front of the screen.
Jiang Shangfeng suddenly felt very sleepy. He unconsciously dozed off, and when he woke up, the live broadcast had already ended.
The man was a little unhappy; he had just wasted 10,000 yuan.
Oh well, I can spend my own money however I want.
He thought of the college student who had consulted his fortune teller before, and realized that it wasn't a complete loss; at least he would love his daughter even more.
He carried his suitcase and walked towards the road. When he saw that familiar figure in front of him, he subconsciously frowned.
"Wife, what are you doing here?" He stepped forward and grabbed her. "Where's our daughter? You left her alone at home and ran off like this?"
The woman turned to look at him; under the light, her skin had an unnatural bluish-gray tint, and her eyes bulged out with no whites.
Jiang Shan was terrified. This was no human being; it was clearly a ghost!
Immediately afterwards, the scenery changed rapidly, and he arrived at his doorstep again.
He couldn't care less about being angry now, and hurriedly went forward to open the door, but his whole body passed through the door and he fell to the ground.
The room was a mess, with toys and food scattered all over the floor.
Even though the wife was being difficult, the house was always kept very clean, so something was clearly wrong.
Jiang Shanfeng rushed into the room, then froze.
The wife lay on the bed, looking as peaceful as if she were asleep, with the sleeping pills scattered all over the floor.
"Wife! Wake up, wake up!" He rushed forward like a madman, trying to pick her up, but found it was all in vain; he couldn't even touch her.
His wife died, and the smiling girl he loved was dead.
The thought of it caused him excruciating pain!
The man was filled with remorse and knelt in front of the bed, frantically slapping himself in the face.
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