"I just calculated that our horoscope is very close! Listen to me, our yin and yang and five elements are in harmony, and our birth dates overlap with each other, so we are a pair made by heaven and earth!"
Huang Xiaolong's excited eyes flashed with luster, "Do you know what the concept of life in Mandarin duck butterfly school ? From a numerology point of view, the so-called mandarin duck butterfly, the fate of both sides can match the date of birthday. Heaven and heaven and heaven dominate the earth, which is also called heaven and earth. There are such eight types of eight. A couple with a combination of characters will be as deep as the sea, but once they meet, it will be as close as a mirror, but it is rare to meet in a century. "
"I said it too deeply, don't you understand? Let me briefly say. Our zodiac signs can never be together again. Our relationship can't be better. After marriage, we are so happy that we can't be happier. Anyway, marriage is like a company listing suddenly begins to be happy..."
Song Yuru is about to collapse!
Are you kidding?
sentiment? marry?
This is marriage. get married?
The baby doesn’t understand you at all!
"That's perfect! I never thought I could find my first wife on the train! This is simply a gift from God! Fate, fate!" Huang Xiaolong prayed with both hands.
Just then, a cold snorted from the seat beside the aisle. "God! Young man, stop talking. How dare you deceive a girl like this?"
"Uh~ ~" Huang Xiaolong looked in the voice and saw two middle-aged men sitting in the seat across the aisle, dressed brightly and looked pampered.
Huang Xiaolong scolded him. He was a bald man in his forties with a sick face, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle and a bit imposing.
Next to the bald man is a middle-aged man of similar age and good momentum. His face turned pale and he quickly whispered. "Forget it, Lao Hong, don't meddle in other people's business. We don't understand the way young people communicate."
"I can't stand this stinky brat who uses a charlatan to pretend to deceive the ignorant little girl!" The bald man said to Song Yuru with an angry look on his face. "Little girl, don't listen to him."
Huang Xiaolong glanced at the two middle-aged men slightly, then shook his head. "You said I am a charlatan? Haha, this is a slander... According to my temper, I have to teach you a lesson, but... forget it, I think you are quite pitiful. You are very sick and are about to die, so why should I argue with you?"
As soon as this said, two middle-aged men suddenly shook their bodies, exchanged their eyes, and saw shock and incredible expressions in each other's eyes!
