"One million?"

The uncle who painted ink and thrush was stunned.

"Well, if you want me to help you see your photos, one million, Yang Mei's fucking price is the same. You should already know that it's perfect."

Zuo Yang nodded and said, "You have an income of more than 100,000 yuan a month. One million should not be anything to you, but I can tell you that with your current situation, one million yuan will be exchanged for me in one sentence. It must be your profit, it depends on whether you are willing to give up."

"this……"

The uncle of the Ink Painting Thrush was a little hesitant because the financial power in the family was not in his hands.

"There is only one opportunity, you can consider it yourself."

Zuo Yang did not urge him and turned around and said to Shui Mo Huamei, "Yang Mei, I have already booked the air ticket with my mobile phone just now. The plane takes off in two hours. You can take me to the airport directly."

"good."

The ink-washing thrush responded, and the two continued to walk outside.

"Wait a minute, little master."

At this time, the uncle of the ink-washed thrush finally called him, and then looked at him privately, then bent down and took off his shoes, finally took out a bank card from the bottom of the insole, then put on the shoes and came to Zuo Yang's face, and laughed, "There is a little more than 1.7 million yuan here. It is the private money I saved secretly. I will give you all. Don't let my wife see it. The password is 6 9."

"good."

Zuo Yang took out a tissue from his pocket, wrapped the bank card before holding it in his hand, and smiled, "Let Yang Mei tell you what he said."

In fact, he wanted to tell Uncle Shui Mo Huamei that it was very simple: "What you and your wife are doing recently will not only lose money, but will also cause prison disasters. Stop it as soon as possible." However, in order to avoid the way of heaven, he did not want to say this in reality, so he had to let Shui Mo Huamei convey it in the game.

"Can't you say it now?"

The uncle who painted ink and thrush said strangely.

"cannot."

Zuo Yang shook his head without explaining.

"All right……"

The uncle of the ink painting thrush didn't dare to say anything, so he nodded.

...

On the way to the airport, the ink painting thrush was silent.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zuo Yang certainly wouldn't take the initiative to say anything and make things boring.

When I waited until I got on the airport expressway and drove for a while, I could see the airport terminal from afar, and finally the silence was broken by the ink-shui Painting Thrush: "Zuo Yang?"

"Um……"

Zuo Yang made a nasal sound in response, but his eyes were still looking at the scenery outside the window.

Shuimuhuabiao also looked straight at the road ahead, and said without turning his head: "You have seen my love line before, telling me that my marriage is sure that it is correct?"

"It's not wrong, I never joke about this."

Zuo Yang nodded and said.

"So, whether you or anyone else, we are destined to go through an inevitable separation or unresolved misunderstanding before we can finally come together, and there is no possibility of change, right?"

The thoughtful way of painting ink and wash.

"Why do you ask that?"

Zuo Yang turned his head in surprise. He always felt that the girl Shuishu Painting Mei had something to say.

"You just answer me or not."

Ink Painting Thrush said.

"Yes, even if some methods are used to change, the numerology still pays attention to a butterfly effect. If some of it is changed, it is very likely to cause other situations, especially marriage, so, yes."

Zuo Yang nodded.

"I see."
Chapter completed!