Chapter 90: Wang Yin (3)

This kind of replacement, as long as it was free, Lin Qingyin will not interfere. But if someone wants to make a profit from the middle and become a scalper, Lin Qingyin can directly drive them out.

Lin Qingyin was a fortune teller. People who have clear minds know that if they do this, they will not be able to hide it from Lin Qingyin. So they all obediently dismissed their thoughts. In the decades of life, no one can say what will happen in the future. If they offend the little master because of this, and then something happens, they can only cry.

The person who asked for a relative quota was a woman in her early thirties who came with a four or five-year-old child. After entering the divination room, she had no intention of admiring the scenery inside. She quickly walked to Lin Qingyin while carrying her son. Then she put the child down, and went straight to the point: "Master, I want divination for my son."

Lin Qingyin glanced at her: "What's your name?"

The woman replied quickly, "My surname is Wang, my name is Yin. My son's full name is Zheng Yingguo, and his nickname is Guoguo."

Lin Qingyin turned around and opened the cabinet behind her, took out a few pieces of chocolate, and looked at Guoguo with a smile: "Little brother come close to the sister to eat candy."

Lin Qingyin looked very beautiful. Coupled with the chocolate in her hand, any child would be very attractive to her. The four-year-old Guoguo walked over without hesitation, stretched out her hands, bowed to Lin Qingyin, and said thank you before reaching out to take the chocolate.

Lin Qingyin took a look at Guoguo's face, then opened his small hand to look at the palm print, and then asked: "What do you want to know about your son?"

In front of her son, Wang Yin didn't speak rashly. She stretched out her hand and called Guoguo over, then said in a good tone: "Guoguo go to the side to play for a while. Sister and I have something to talk about, okay?"

Guoguo had long been attracted by the flowers, bamboos, and birds on the side. So when his mother let him play, he immediately ran towards the bird happily. He giggled in happiness.

Seeing her son's innocent and carefree appearance, Wang Yin had a bit trace of bitterness on her face: "Master, do you think my son will not live when he reaches five years old?"

As soon as Wang Yin's voice fell, the uncles and aunts sitting below gasped and looked at the handsome Guoguo with great regret, feeling a little distressed.

Lin Qingyin didn't answer her question, but looked at Wang Yin: "Who told you that?"

"It's my mother-in-law." Wang Yin's eyes turned a little red: "Guoguo's father and I are very busy with work. It has always been my parents-in-law who take care of Guoguo. Last year, Guoguo went to kindergarten and was picked up by my mother-in-law every day. But last month, when my mother-in-law took Guoguo home from kindergarten, she met an old man dressed like a Taoist priest. As soon as he saw my son, he sighed and said that he is a good boy, but unfortunately, he can't live up to 5 years old."

Wang Yin's voice became a little choked: "When a good child is suddenly given such unlucky words, no one will be happy. At that time, my mother-in-law was not happy and chased that person and scolded him away. Such an unlucky event, my mother-in-law didn't mention it when she got home. But last week when our family went to play in Qilian Lake Wetland Park, my son ran into an old man while chasing butterflies. The old man was disgusted and pushed my son aside. He snorted and said that he looked very spiritual, but he was actually just a short-lived person. He won't be able to live when he reached five years old."

Wang Yin's tears slide down from her cheeks and fall on the back of her hand: "At that time, my husband became angry and quarreled with the old man, but my mother-in-law was frightened by this sentence. In just one month, we heard two people say that my son will not live when he turned five years old. No need to mention my mother-in-law, even we couldn't help but ponder on it."

Lin Qingyin watched Wang Yin's tears fall drop by drop, took a teacup from the tray, and poured a cup of tea.

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