This time, Liu Zhenying looked a little bit like a guest and had an extra cup of tea in front of him.

She picked it up and took a sip. The unique bitter taste of tea spread on the tip of her tongue. She stuck out her tongue in displeasure and put the cup back.

The series of actions were not secretive at all, and he looked like a child who was not in tune with the world.

Mu Hong looked at it and reminded helplessly: "Miss Liu, it's time for you to explain to me."

"Oh." Liu Zhenying returned to the sofa, with quiet eyes and a warm expression: "Both of your parents died when you were thirteen. Now, for seventeen years, you have only one woman by your side. Her name is

I also have a child, a boy, who is seven years old this year..."

"Miss Liu."

Before Liu Zhenying could finish speaking, Mu Hong interrupted her.

She just looked at him and sneered: "Didn't you ask me before you tried to trick me? I don't like women. I have never seen a woman around me, let alone a seven-year-old son."

"You do, mother and son live in a beach villa, and you go back three times a month."

In an instant, Mu Hong's pupils suddenly shrank.

Even with his voice a little hoarse, he said slowly: "Where did you find out about these...?"

"I figured it out."

Liu Zhenying responded matter-of-factly: "The ends of your eyes are sunken and there are faint scars. You are unmarried and have a regular female companion by your side."

Although Liu Zhenying was right, Mu Hong still didn't believe that she could really tell fortunes.

After all, if you know the situation in advance, there are ways to commit fraud.

He breathed heavily: "Does this have something to do with the catastrophe I will have in five days?"

"Of course." Liu Zhenying suddenly suppressed his smile and looked extremely serious: "Your eyebrows are broken, your eyes are fleshless, and you are destined to have no children. That child is not yours."

"Asshole."

A teacup flew over and was kicked out by Liu Zhenying.

It fell into the corner and was smashed to pieces.

Mu Hong didn't have any major mood swings yet, but Ah Qing showed anger first.

He pointed at Liu Zhenying's nose and began to scold: "You just beat our brothers, but now you are cursing Brother Hong. I think you, a young, yellow-haired girl like you, are really about to die."

"You scolded me again."

Liu Zhenying instantly became angry, his facial features were cold and cold, and he flipped the coffee table over as soon as he got angry, causing the tea to splash to the floor.

She unceremoniously stepped on the leg of the coffee table with one foot, narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, and her face was tense: "You apologize to me, why do you scold me?"

Even the master who raised her never scolded her.

"I apologize to you. I have a lot to say to you."

Ah Qing touched his big palm on his waist, and there was a gun in his hand.

Raising his hand, he was about to aim at Liu Zhenying.

But he was suddenly stopped by Mu Hong. His big bronze palm pressed down on A Qing's wrist, and his voice was gentle but commanding: "Put the gun away."

"Brother Hong."

"Put it away."

Mu Hong emphasized his tone, and Ah Qingcai stuffed it back into her waist with a dissatisfied look on her face, and said angrily: "Good luck to you, a yellow-haired girl."

Kong was armed with force, and the simple-minded Ah Qing couldn't see it, but Mu Hong sensed something of it.

Liu Zhenying in front of him might...

He really knows these yin and yang ghost arts.

"Miss Liu, A Qing didn't mean it. I apologize to you on his behalf."

"I don't accept it." Liu Zhenying did not hide the dissatisfaction on his face: "You are you, he is him, and you are not his father, so why can you apologize for him."

"Yellow-haired girl, what did you say..."

"Aqing."
Chapter completed!