Goddaughter CEO fishes for Qin Xun and Xia Ning

In the restaurant, everyone looked at Qin Xun.

Qin Xun slowly picked up the bottle and filled a glass of wine for himself. He dipped his index finger into the glass and pressed it against his forehead, then swiped it down hard.

Suddenly, a red mark appeared on his forehead.

Similar to the one on Jingwu’s forehead.

Niu Xiaojun exclaimed.

"You gave yourself a third eye?"

Old Man Niu slapped the table lightly and glared at her, scaring her so much that she shut her mouth and dared not disturb Qin Xun's mischief anymore.

Qin Xun stood up and walked in front of a man and a woman.

He made a bunch of random hand gestures with his right hand, stared at the man for five seconds, and saw the number "76" appear on his forehead.

Qin Xun didn't say anything, knowing that the person chosen by Mr. Niu would not be that simple.

This man looks to be in his early thirties and could live to be 76. It would take more than forty years to verify that his fortune-telling is accurate.

Mr. Niu would probably have passed away by then, so what was the point of this verification?

Qin Xun walked up to the woman, stared at her face, and saw the number "29" appear on her forehead.

Seeing that the woman looked to be about 28 or 29 years old, he was shocked and asked.

"Name?"

the woman replied.

"Yang Lei."

Qin Xun asked again.

"age."

The woman answered.

"29."

Qin Xun: “29?”

The woman explained.

"Yeah, 29. My birthday will be 30 in three days."

Qin Xun had a strange look on his face, clasped his hands together and shouted.

"Amitabha!"

The woman glanced at Mr. Niu and seeing that he didn't react, she boldly asked a question.

"Master, am I... am I going to die?"

Qin Xun put down his hand and forced a smile.

"Donor, you worry too much."

"how could be!"

The woman's face fell and she was about to say something else.

The secretary immediately stepped forward, grabbed a man and a woman, and dragged them out.

The door closes.

There was a faint sound of a woman crying outside the door.

"He lied to me!"

"He must be lying to me!"

"I know him, he is Qin Xun, the original god!"

"What he asked me just now meant that I won't live past 29. I will definitely die on the operating table the day after tomorrow."

The room fell silent.

Qin Xun turned around and saw that everyone was looking at him in shock. Old Man Niu's eyes were flickering and he seemed a little excited.

He sighed and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha!"

Old Man Niu stood up and walked to Qin Xun, gently took his hand, ushered him back to his seat, and asked.

"Master Qin, how long did those two people live?"

Qin Xun clasped his hands together.

"Sin, sin!"

He reached into the glass, dipped his hand in the wine, and wrote the number "76" on the table.

Mr. Niu didn't feel anything when he saw the 76.

Then, he saw Qin Xun write down another "29".

Old Man Niu was shocked.

"Is it really twenty...nine?"

Just now while he was having dinner, he received a text message from his secretary, informing him that two of the five people had been given critical illness notices by the doctor.

One of them needs surgery the day after tomorrow, which is very risky.

It should be this woman.

Unexpectedly, Qin Xun really figured it out!

Jingwu glanced at the number "29", chanted a Buddhist name, and said to Grandpa Niu.

"Donor Niu, I am going out for a while."

Old Man Niu nodded, knowing that he was going to comfort the woman.

Master Jingwu is a warm-hearted man who cannot bear to see a woman cry.

Jingwu left.

The door closed again.

Old Man Niu looked at Qin Xun, wanting to say something but stopping himself, sighed, filled the glasses for both of them, clinked glasses with Qin Xun, and drank them all in one gulp.

He drank three glasses in a row, and his hands holding the glasses were shaking more and more.

When Mr. Niu was born, he weighed less than five pounds. He was weak and sickly since childhood, and was called "medicine jar" and "short-lived ghost" by naughty children of the same age.

These childhood shadows pierced his heart like a thorn.

He didn't care when he was young. He smoked and drank a lot. He felt that it was worth it as long as he lived a good life.

But as I got older, I became more and more afraid of death, and started to take care of my health.

But long-term constipation gave him a headache, and every uncomfortable experience reminded him that he would be a "short-lived ghost."

Gradually, in addition to paying attention to science, he also placed his hopes on metaphysics.

I've encountered several scammers in the past few years.

Jingwu, who is most like a master, said that he does not understand metaphysics, and even said that metaphysics does not exist and that we should believe in science.

Now Qin Xun appears!

He seems to be able to really see through people's lifespans?

Instead, Mr. Niu hesitated.

Do you really want to tell your fortune?

What if it’s not a good outcome?

Old Man Niu drank one glass of wine after another.

At the beginning, Qin Xun drank with them, but later he couldn't keep up with the pace and quietly put down his glass.

Suddenly, he felt someone patted his shoulder hard. Turning back, he saw Niu Xiaojun laughing and saying.

"Your motherfucker!"

"So you really know all these weird things. No wonder the first gift you gave to Xia Ning was three pairs of blessed red shorts."

Niu Xiaojun pushed Qin Xun and muttered.

"Come on, tell me my fortune!"

"I want to see how tough my life is!"

Qin Xun was hesitating whether to show it to her, when he heard Old Man Niu scolding.

"Xiaojun, sit down!"

"You're touching the master, you have no rules at all!"

"You are too presumptuous!"

"Master Qin can only count four times a year. You just counted twice, so there are only two left. Can't you show some style at such a young age?"

"Do you understand what it means to respect the elderly and love the young?"

Mr. Niu has a very loud voice.

Qin Xun's eardrums hurt from the shock, and he felt like his face was sprayed with saliva.

I dare not wipe it, not at all.

Niu Xiaojun returned to his seat in disappointment.

Qin Xun turned around and saw that Old Man Niu had filled his glass with wine again.

Mr. Niu held up the cup, took several deep breaths, and said.

"Master Qin, could you please take a look for me?"

Qin Xun clinked glasses with him and said.

"Ok."

He drank it all in one gulp, put down the glass, and was about to stare at Old Man Niu's face, but he saw Old Man Niu stand up and stand by the wall.

Old Man Niu straightened his clothes and stood up straight with his thin body, as if he was afraid that his incorrect posture would be misleading.

Qin Xun had no choice but to stand up, walk to Old Man Niu, make a gesture with his right hand, and stare at him for five seconds.

Three question marks slowly appeared on his forehead.

???

Qin Xun was shocked.

Three question marks again.

Ningning is three question marks.

I am three question marks.

Now there are also three question marks about Mr. Niu.

How is it possible for a person to live to be over 100 years old?

It seems that biotechnology will develop rapidly in the future. Those wealthy and high-ranking officials who do not live to be 90 years old will be considered short-lived.

The era of buying life with money seems to be not far away.

Qin Xun was surprised, but his eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed slightly.

Just as he finished making the expression, he saw Old Man Niu tremble, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he asked in a dry voice.

"Master Qin, isn't that good?"

Qin Xun pretended not to dare to look into his eyes and turned to look out the window.

"No...no."

"I didn't see it."

The room fell silent.

Old Man Niu opened his mouth slightly but said nothing.

Xia Ning held his breath and didn't dare to speak.

Niu Xiaojun's eyes turned red, he slammed his fist on the table and cursed.

"Qin Xun, I'll fuck you up!"

"Count it again!"

"Calculate carefully!"