Chapter 172 : I Feel Terrible!

Lv Feixia frowned and said softly, "This master Yide, but someone who has been a very prestigious master for the past 70 years has said that... He really wants to see someone who is destined to meet him. If fate had it, he wouldn't have asked for a penny and would have shown palmistry to anyone. Others said that the only thing master Yide didn't want to tell anyone was

There is one thing that is extraordinary... "

Ji Hong sneered. "What extraordinary life does she have? He was born so ordinary and wanted to ascend to heaven."

Lv Feixia smiled and said, "Don't you think her paintings are good?" Ji Hong looked at Lv Feixia and sighed. "Actually... I want Han Xiao to marry a woman with a good family, so he doesn't have to work so hard. I only wanted him to have his own ability when I asked him to do that. If I... Wasn't there, he wouldn't be hurt by the money.

It's difficult. "

"He will understand you one day!" Lv Feixia said softly. Ji Hong nodded and held her hand tightly. "It's rare for you to be so understanding."

Lv Feixia smiled, his eyes filled with emotion.

...

Qiao Ran was a little distracted after master Yide read his palm.

Master Yide, but this is a famous divine calculation, but ordinary people can not see him.

Of course, even if he saw him, he might not always show people his mobile phone, because master Yide only showed it to predestined people.

Master Yide showed 20 people his palms and eight characters, and everything he said was accurate.

And this time, why didn't he tell himself? Will ji hong have a greater opinion of master Yide because of his silence?

"Still worried about master Yide's words? In fact, if you believe it, you won't believe it. Don't worry too much." Ji Hanxiao held her hand tightly and gently comforted her.

Qiao Ran regained his senses and looked at the hand he was holding. When did he hold his hand?

She struggled out of his hand. "I know. I won't take it to heart."

After Qiao Ran finished speaking, he went to look for grandma ji.

Grandma ji had already given her and ji hanxiao two amulets of peace for her to bring.

Qiao Ran put it on obediently. When Grandma ji saw it, he smiled with satisfaction.

When they returned from Cold moon temple, Ji Hanxiao and Qiao Ran went straight back to the villa and stopped going back to the old house.

In the blink of an eye, the spring festival had passed a month, and Ji Hanxiao was going to work tomorrow. Qiao Ran was not in a hurry. She didn't have to worry about money now, so she would slowly find inspiration and learn something.

I hope that in my lifetime, I can draw a painting that I am satisfied with.

That night, Qiao Ran and Ji Hanxiao had dinner, and ji hanxiao went back to the study to look at the documents. She took a short walk in the backyard, talked to her mother on the phone, and didn't go upstairs until nine o' clock.

When she pushed open the master room, she saw Ji Hanxiao sitting on the bed in dark blue pajamas. He sat cross-legged with a notebook on top.

"You washed it so quickly?" Qiao Ran was a little surprised. A week ago, Ji Hanxiao still needed her help, but after he was completely recovered, he didn't need her help anymore.

After all, he was afraid that qiao ran would be tired.

Ji Hanxiao raised his slightly raised eyes, and that was why they were so charming.

"What? Do you want to wait for me to take a bath with you?" Ji Hanxiao looked at her indifferently, but there was a hint of ambiguity in his eyes.

Looking at his face alone, qiao ran would think that he had returned to the past and was indifferent to himself. However, his eyes could really speak, and she would gnash her teeth in response.

"You wish!"

"Well, I think that's what you think, right?" Ji Hanxiao lazily removed the notebook. "I don't mind washing it again."

"Get lost!"

Qiao Ran took his pajamas and suddenly thought of something. He looked back at him. "Did your dad say anything to you?"

Ji Hanxiao looked at her confusedly. "What do you think he'll tell me?"

Qiao Ran pursed his lower lip. Master yide was not someone that money could buy. Unlike some famous masters, he had cheated many people in his name.

However, if the master really said a lot of bad things, Ji Hong should have called to tell her.

Forget it, she said she didn't care, why should she care about the so-called life?

Qiao Ran turned into the bathroom with his pajamas in his arms. Ji Hanxiao raised his eyebrows and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Just thinking of the past, his heart was a little depressed, because of Lin Xiaoli's plot, he lost a year of happiness with Qiao Ran.

Qiao Ran took a bath, walked out in her pajamas, and went to look for her hair dryer, but Ji Hanxiao had already picked it up before her. "Sit down, I'll blow it for you."

"I'll do it myself. Your wound doesn't hurt anymore, but you have to avoid work." Qiao ran said expressionless.

Ji Hanxiao curled his lips. "No problem. Tonight, even if... Seven times a night, I can do it."

"Ji Hanxiao!" Qiao Ran was a little angry, but his face turned red.

Ji Hanxiao walked over and pulled her aside. "Okay, I'm more serious. Sit down!"

Qiao Ran didn't follow, so he grabbed the hair dryer.

Ji Hanxiao raised the hairdryer and gasped. "Qiao Ran, if you want my wound to hurt, keep fighting with me. I won't give it to you so soon anyway."

Qiao Ran looked at Ji Hanxiao with a black face. This man is very childish!

Both men and women in love are childish. Qiao Ran felt that this sentence was really right.

Ignoring Ji Hanxiao, she lowered her head to take her phone and swiped it away.

The wechat public number showed comments. Qiao Ran applied for a public number six months ago, but after Chang Han sent her a sketch, hundreds of thousands of fans listened to her public number.

Qiao ran in and quickly glanced at her, all flattering remarks. Of course, some people wanted to ask her to draw.

Qiao Ran ignored the public figures. She had no idea how to draw for them.

If they only wanted a sketch, how could she handle it?

Ji Hanxiao had already turned on the thermostatic wind to blow her hair. A few strands of it were blown. After about eight or nine minutes, her hair was almost dry.

His fingers gently landed on her earlobe, and Qiao Ran was startled. "Ji Hanxiao... What are you doing?"

"I just want to touch it." Ji Hanxiao put down the hair dryer. Her earlobes were extremely soft and red. They felt good.

Qiao Ran glared at him. "You can sleep in the guest room tonight."

"Impossible." Ji Hanxiao raised his eyebrows. "I want to be with you. Where in the world does a husband and wife sleep in separate rooms?"

Qiao Ran snorted coldly and went back to bed, wanting to monopolize the quilt, but wasn't she also very childish?

Ji Hanxiao walked over and turned off the lights. The light from outside refracted in. Both of their faces were a little hazy, but they could still see.

Qiao Ran lay down. Ji Hanxiao lifted the quilt and lay beside her.

Qiao ran turned his back to him. "Qiao Ran..." Ji Hanxiao's voice was low and hoarse. "Can you help me? How am I feeling?"