After Huo Junlin said, he took a step forward, slid his clothes lightly, and squatted slowly and gracefully on one knee opposite Yun Qiao.
For some reason, Yun Qiao's eyes seemed to flash in front of him, shocked by the man's grace and grace.
Coming to the empire for so many days, I have been used to the fast-paced and straight-forward meeting and greetings of modern people. It is really rare to see a man like Huo Junlin who is so slow and slightly ancient!
Moreover, his slouching and half-squatting postures are particularly similar to the etiquette of aristocrats in the Yun Kingdom.
Had it not been for him to wear sunglasses and a modern top hat, Yun Qiao would really think that he had also traveled through ancient times.
So she almost didn't blurt out, "Master, you are polite, my palace..."
Fortunately, she reacted in time and quickly extended her hand generously: "Then let's start. Come on, give me your hand, and I will see your palm prints first."
"Aren't you either?" The man's elegant voice with a faint smile made Yun Qiao suddenly embarrassed.
"Cough, cough, cough, that... eight-character, if it's convenient for you, you can tell me!" Yun Qiao replied with a squat.
The reason why she did not take the initiative to ask for horoscopes is because in Yunguo, horoscopes are only mentioned when they are married. After all, she is a girl, not a real fortune teller, except for her future husband-in-law. , I haven't care about other men's horoscopes.
Huo Junlin hooked his lips and put a pen on Yun Qiao's notebook to write his eight characters.
The man notes that he is powerful and arrogant, just like his thin and elegant appearance.
Yun Qiao looked at the eight characters and made calculations in his heart.
"Yes, good, rich and noble person, congratulations!" She smiled, "You are a **** of wealth, you have never been short of money since you were young, and you have been in power at a young age..."
Assistant Han, who was behind Huo Jun, shook his head secretly with some disapproval: We Huo Shao is so graceful, even a blind man can tell that he is the God of Wealth, right? What's more, how many times has Huo Shao helped you in business? Of course the rich!
As for being in power alone, anyone who can flatter can say it, right?
Miss Xiao Qiao, you crappy fortune teller, is it really appropriate to fool Huo Shao and swindle Huo Shao's money?
Huo Junlin laughed but said nothing.
He nodded slightly and motioned Yun Qiao to go down.
Seeing the customer satisfaction, Yun Qiao immediately increased his confidence and continued to hold the man's wide palm: "Your palm print is a broken palm, which also confirms your horoscope, rich and noble, powerful and arbitrarily... wait!"
Yun Qiao was talking frivolously, and suddenly stopped.
She stared at the man's palm prints carefully, and her face began to change: "You...you are in a business of licking blood with the tip of a knife. This business is too rude and dangerous..."
Assistant Han couldn't help saying: "Nonsense! Our husband is a scholar! A PhD graduated from Cambridge..."
Cambridge?
Isn't that Nangong's late brother?
Disrespect and disrespect are all academic tyrants.
Yun Qiao curled his lips and said to Assistant Han: "A scholar can't lick his blood with the tip of a knife? I don't say that it must be bad if you are rich and expensive. Why are you in a hurry? Wait for me to see him. The face depends on the situation of Yamane...Hello, sir, can you take off your hat and glasses to let me see clearly?"
When Yun Qiao mentioned this request, Assistant Han's face changed: "Bold, can you see my young master?"