The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance - Chapter 164 Extra twelve

After entering Beijing again after eight years, Wang Li walked out of the airport wearing a beautiful and fashionable long dress. Her hair was also deliberately taken care of. She was afraid that she would be rude when she saw her benefactor.

Eight years ago, she was so desperate that she wanted to die. If it weren’t for the young master to lend her three thousand yuan and say that her parents were waiting for her, she might have really jumped off the abandoned building and ended her hopelessness. Life.

At that time, she really felt that there was no hope in the whole world and could not survive. Looking back, she only felt that she was pitiful and ridiculous at that time. For a man to die, she almost abandoned her parents and gave up all hope. Abandoned, it is too silly.

Hiring a taxi, she told the driver the address.

"This studio is really famous. I have carried guests who made special trips to this studio several times." The uncle driver is very talkative. "Some young girls say there are handsome guys inside, so I have to go and see them. Some believe in numerology. , I have to find this expert to do the calculation. This expert is really so powerful that so many people cry and beg him to do the calculation?"

Wang Li smiled: "Yes, this master is very powerful."

"Hey," the driver was interested, "have you ever counted on him?"

He has seen the owner of that studio. He has a baby face, curly hair, and dimples when he smiles. He seems to be only twenty-five or sixteen years old, and he doesn't seem to be a fortune-telling person.

"Yes, I asked him eight years ago to count." Wang Li looked at the bright white sunshine outside the window, feeling brighter than these sunshine, "If it weren't for this master, I'm afraid I won't be able to appear here anymore. ."

"Then you may have a chance to meet people today," the driver sighed and steered the car skillfully through the traffic. "It is said that there are many high-ranking officials looking for this master, but this man has a strange temperament. No fate, that means no fate, no matter how much money someone else takes, he won't count. In this regard, this master really looks like an expert."

"The master was originally an expert, and he is still a good-hearted expert," Wang Li was in a good mood, and the driver's uncle was very kind, so she mentioned what happened eight years ago. After speaking, she said in a calm tone, "Yes. For me, he is the expert I have met in my life."

The driver's uncle walked the streets and alleys, and he had heard a lot of stories, but there were not many stories like this. He was silent for a while after hearing this: "Big sister paper, you have met a kindhearted person."

"Yes." Wang Li nodded. Without this master, how could she be today?

The uncle driver couldn't help thinking, wait for someday when he doesn't drive, let the master do the calculations, and don't know if he has fate with the master.

"Huaxia Culture Research Studio is here," the driver uncle glanced at the price list, the total price was 128. "Big sister, if we meet each other, I will just charge you 100 yuan. I wish you all the best, peace and happiness in the future. ."

"How can this be?" Wang Li took out one hundred and three from the bag. "It's not easy for you to make money, how can you..."

"Sister, do you look down on people? Say one hundred is one hundred." The taxi driver took a hundred yuan, closed the door and left, Wang Li didn't even have time to react.

Wang Li was stunned for a few seconds before walking to the studio that seemed to be decorated in a very simple style.

As soon as she walked to the door, a young man in a suit opened the door for her: "Madam, you are welcome."

"Thank you," Wang Li looked at the luxurious decoration inside, looking a little restrained, "Excuse me... is the master here?"

"Master?" Lin Peng looked at the woman in front of him. She was about thirty-five years old, with well-care of her hair, and the price of her skirt was about four digits or more. The type of person, I don’t know what she wants, "Are you talking about Master Qi?"

"I don't know what his surname is, I'm here to pay the money." Wang Li pursed the corners of her mouth with embarrassment, "I wonder if the master has time to see me now?"

"Then please sit there for a while, Master Qi is helping people solve the problem." Lin Peng poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Wang Li, "Black tea, are you used to drinking it?"

"Thank you." Wang Li looked at the cup of tea in front of him, remembering how the master asked her to eat snacks eight years ago, and couldn't help but said, "Are you the master's apprentice?"

"No, I am his assistant," Lin Peng shook his head. "Master Qi said, he is not yet the age of apprenticeship, and my life is too good to be his apprentice."

"Is your fate good?" Wang Li took a sip of tea, "People with good fate live happily."

Lin Peng thought of his childhood life, in fact, he felt that such time had nothing to do with good fate, and he didn't know how low Qi Yan's so-called standard of good fate was. He didn't tell Wang Li of such a thought, but shook his head with a smile.

After sitting outside for half an hour, Wang Li glanced at the door suspiciously, "Is there no one else here?"

"They won't come anymore," Lin Peng pointed to the door, "We will no longer accept foreign visitors today, no one will behave badly."

Upon hearing this, Wang Li had a fever on her cheek: "Sorry, I..."

"You are different from these people, you are not here to tell the fortune," Lin Peng filled Wang Li's cup with tea, "so it doesn't count."

As the two of them were talking, the door of Qi Yan's office opened, and a woman with a trance appeared inside. There were still tears on her face, but her eyes lightened up a little bit.

"Master Qi, thank you." The woman solemnly bowed to Qi Yan before turning to leave. She walked too fast, as if she was eager to find something.

"Da, Master," Wang Li looked at Qi Yan nervously, "Do you, do you remember me?"

"Are you?" Qi Yan looked at the ruddy woman in front of him, not remembering when he saw her.

"Eight years ago, you lent me three thousand dollars, do you remember?" Wang Li looked a little excited. In order to find the master, she deliberately spent tens of thousands of dollars to find a private detective and handed in her secret photos that year. Only when he found out the studio opened by the master.

She didn't dare to offend the master, so apart from wanting to know his location, no one dared to inquire about his surname easily. Only by visiting in person can she show her sincerity.

"Three thousand yuan..." Qi Yan thought for a long time before remembering that he had just met Bai He that year. In September, he had seen a woman with a thin body and a haggard look. At that time, he saw that the woman had With the intention to commit suicide, she persuaded her a few words, as if she had even lent her money, as for how much she had borrowed, he couldn't figure out how much she had borrowed.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, this person would have been found back, but he was much richer than then, and his skin was much whiter, so he didn't recognize it at all.

"It turned out to be you," Qi Yan showed a smile on his face. "Looking at you like this, these years seem to have been pretty good."

"Well," Wang Li pursed her mouth and smiled, with contentment on her face, "I got a job after I got home, and later opened a store. Now the business is getting bigger and bigger, and it has become a supermarket. It's okay, and the parents are in good health."

"That's good," Qi Yan smiled, "It seems that my money back then was not borrowed for nothing."

"Without the you back then, there would be no me today," Wang Li said, "I was stupid back then, just thinking about suicide to avenge a man who no longer loves me. In fact, what can I get from my death? He still does something else. Women stay together, be his boss, and will be a responsible father in the future. My death... there is nothing to change."

Qi Yan patted Lin Peng: "Go and pour me a cup of tea."

Lin Peng poured him a glass of milk: "Drink more milk for good health."

Qi Yan shook his head helplessly: "Are you my assistant or Cen Baihe's assistant?!"

"President Cen gave me more red envelopes than your salary, so I listen to him." Lin Peng said without hesitation, "You just caught a cold two days ago, don't want to drink tea or drink."

"Walk, you go." Qi Yan took a sip of milk in disgust, and said to Wang Li, "It made you laugh."

"No, I think it's good to see so many people around the master caring about you," Wang Li smiled, took out an envelope from her bag and put it in front of Qi Yan: "I know this little money is for the master. It's nothing, but I hope you can accept it."

Eight years ago, she was a woman who wanted to commit suicide. He was a young master who squatted on the street to tell people.

Eight years later, she was middle-aged and became a supermarket owner. He still looks young, but he has become a master that many people dare not offend. Her gift of tens of thousands of dollars was nothing but a drop in the bucket for him, but she couldn't comfortably forget the support he had given to herself just because he was not short of money.

"Okay." Qi Yan didn't open the envelope to see how much money was in it. He put the envelope into his jacket pocket and said to Wang Li, "If you don't want to come, you will have endless happiness, and your future life will be very good."

"Thank you," Wang Li showed a calm smile on her face, "The capital has changed a lot, but some places will not change, Master Qi, thank you very much."

"My name is Qi Yan," Qi Yan stretched out his hand, "I wish you happiness for the rest of your life."

"Thank you." Wang Li shook hands with him, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Qi Yan stood up and watched her walk out of the studio step by step, as if watching a person enter a new life, standing in the sun, living out of brilliance.

"Hey, Mr. Cen knows you will be jealous of staring at a woman like this," Lin Peng patted him on the back, "Didn't you promise an editor yesterday to help their company see Feng Shui?"

"I made an appointment at three in the afternoon, and it's still early." Qi Yan took out the envelope and handed it to Lin Peng, "put this in the general ledger."

"Hey!" Lin Peng opened the envelope and found that besides a thick wad of brand new money, there was also a Jade Guanyin inside.

"Men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha," Lin Peng couldn't help but said, "How many Guanyin have you received from women?"

"It doesn't matter how many things are, what matters is the mind," Qi Yan picked up Jade Guanyin and put it in his palm, and put it away by himself.

Wang Li rented a car, and she wanted to walk around the imperial capital.

A new building has been built where she originally lived, and traces of that year can no longer be found. She came to the company that the man started back then, and the building is still there, but the company's name is not Qianfei Technology, but a green biochemical and environmental protection company.

"Hello, may I ask if Qianfei Technology Co., Ltd. was opened here?" Wang Li was still a little unwilling in her heart. There was a kind of little emotion that she would be unhappy if he had a good life. .

"Qianfei Technology?" The little girl at the front desk thought for a long time and shook her head. "I have never heard of such a company. Our company moved three years ago."

"I know what you said about Qianfei Company," a sweeping old woman said full of energy, "that is, what new software was developed in the past, and it was finally discovered that it was plagiarism and commercial fraud. Their boss was already there. I was arrested eight years ago. I heard that because of the large amount of fraud, how long is it still sentenced to ten years? If you perform well in jail, you should be released now."

"There's another thing," the little girl at the front desk was very young, she smiled, "I was still in high school eight years ago."

Wang Li was a little bit stunned. Eight years seemed to have passed, but for the girl at the front desk, it was the difference between a girl and an adult, which was really interesting.

"Thank you, auntie." Wang Li thanked the cleaner.

"What's the matter," the cleaner aunt said heartily, "the boss looks like a dog, who knows that he is such a person? I really know people and don't know what they want."

The cleaner aunt finished talking, and after seeing Wang Li left, she said to the front desk: "Do you know who the woman is just now?"

"Who is it?" Seeing that there was gossip to listen to at the front desk, they were all energetic.

"It's the wife of the owner of Qianfei Technology. She delivered food to the boss. I have seen it." The cleaner shook his head. "But she was yellow and dry back then, with bruises on her body. Most of them were beaten by men."

"I even beat my wife. I deserve to be caught in squatting." The little girl at the front desk hates domestic violence men the most. "This kind of person is disgusting."

"Isn't it, but she is doing pretty well now," the cleaner said proudly, "I recognized it at a glance. It was a good thing that she could jump out of the fire pit back then."

When Wang Li walked out of the company, she went to play around, climbing the Great Wall, seeing the Forbidden City, visiting museums, zoos, and aquariums. These were things she could not do when she was with Meng Xuan. Obviously people are in the imperial capital, but they haven't had a good time in the imperial capital, which is really ironic to say.

On the last day, she went to Hongliang Temple, which is said to be very effective.

The Hongliang Temple was crowded with people of all colors. Watching those black and white people worshiping the gods chanting, Wang Li couldn't help but wonder, can the gods understand foreign languages?

She just passed a roll of eyes and listened to him praying in crappy Chinese language that she could successfully obtain the Chinese household registration, she couldn't help but smile, donated the money in the merit box and returned it.

When she left the imperial capital, there was no Hongliangguan. Now it has been built very beautifully, but every plant and tree is well protected, and some forest rangers can be seen walking around everywhere, showing that the ecological environment here is very important.

She walked down the stone steps and met a man who was dressed shabbyly and limped.

The man has messy hair, unshaven beard, and his face is full of wind and frost. Even the look in his eyes is dodgy, and he looks very pitiful. But Wang Li knew him because the man had slept with her for many years.

"Meng Xuan."

Meng Xuan looked around in shock when he heard someone calling him, thinking it was a debt collector, and he was relieved when he found that the person calling him was a graceful woman. His eyes were a little bad, and he stared at Wang Li for a long time before he recognized her, but his expression at the moment was more frightened than seeing the person in debt.

"Wang Li..."

"You, aren't you dead?" When he saw Wang Li's suicide note in the house, he looked around and found no one. He was afraid that the police would hold him accountable, so he never called the police. In these years in prison, he often dreamed that Wang Li came to him to kill him.

"What are you going to do, there are gods here, don't mess around." Meng Xuan was shaking with fright, "You committed suicide, it has nothing to do with me."

Wang Li looked at the poor man in front of him, with no sympathy in her heart, only infinite pleasure left: "Meng Xuan, look at how poor you are now, it really makes me happy."

Meng Xuan looked at Wang Li in a daze, "You...didn't die?"

"The last thing I regret in my life is that I blindly looked at you back then," Wang Li let out a long sigh, as if spit out the grievances of these years, "I feel relieved to see that you are not doing well. "

Meng Xuan stood in a daze, watching Wang Li suddenly appear and leave again, as if she was stupid.

How beautiful he was back then, living in a beautiful house and driving a luxury car. Who saw him without a smiley face?

The past is like wind, Wang Li, who didn't even dare to say heavy words in front of him, has become so vivid, but he...

With a vicissitudes of life and a disability, his whole life... is over...

"Master Qi, is there really no problem with Feng Shui in our company?" Deng Linlin glanced at the company suspiciously, "Then why the authors of our company always like to delay or not update? Does this have something to do with Feng Shui?"

"Ms. Deng, please rest assured that there is really no problem with your company's Feng Shui. As for the procrastination of your company's authors, it has nothing to do with Feng Shui, it has nothing to do with people," Qi Yan smiled, "Right, forget congratulations. You have been promoted to editor-in-chief."

"Thank you." Deng Linlin remembered what Qi Yan said to the boss just now. "You said just now that asking the boss to give employees a raise will have good luck, is it true?"

"Of course," Qi Yan smiled badly, "If the employee is in a good mood, isn't it also good luck?"

Deng Linlin hurriedly grabbed Qi Yan and said with a mysterious face: "You keep your voice down, don't let our boss hear you."

Seeing her like this, Qi Yan couldn't help but laugh.

The two were talking, and a middle-aged man walked out of it and shook hands with Qi Yan: "Mr. Qi, you are so accurate. I will give the staff a raise tomorrow."

This master Qi is really amazing. When he first came to them, his company's works sold several big copyrights. The master is indeed a master.

"You are polite." Qi Yan said with a serious smile, "This is the strength of your company and has nothing to do with me."

Having said that, the boss of the literature company still felt that half of this matter was Qi Yan's credit, so he made up his mind to double the reward to Qi Yan.

"Money." After Cen Baihe learned that Qi Yan was showing Feng Shui to an online literature company, he decided to drive over to pick him up. As soon as he arrived at the door of the company, he saw Qi Yan talking with Deng Linlin and someone he didn't know. He left. When he went to Qi Yan's side, he smiled at the other two: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll pick up my lover home."

"Lover?" The middle-aged man understood instantly and smiled, "Hello."

"Hello," after the two shook hands and introduced themselves, Cen Baihe put the coat in his hand on Qi Yan.

"Today's weather is so good, it will be very hot to wear." Qi Yan twisted his shoulders and didn't want to wear it.

"Hey, don't make trouble," Cen Baihe grabbed his shoulders and said to the middle-aged man and Deng Linlin, "Then let's go back first."

"Ah..." Deng Linlin was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You go slowly."

The two have been together for seven or eight years, why are they still so sticky? She and his husband had only been married for three years, and they were not as affectionate as the two elders, and she ate this pot of dog food willingly.

"I think Master Qi's man seems a bit familiar," the middle-aged man looked thoughtful, "Where should I have seen it."

"Vice President, I know where you have seen it," Deng Linlin said calmly, "On the China Fortune Ranking."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he couldn't help but look at the car that Qi Yan and his man were going to get on. The first thought that came to mind turned out to be, this car is a limited edition, don't you know whether it consumes gas or not?

"Didn't you say I'll come back by myself, how did you come to pick it up?" Qi Yan fastened his seat belt and held Cen Baihe's hand.

"You have a cold, I don't worry." Cen Baihe adjusted the position of the air conditioner to prevent the hot air from blowing at Qi Yan, "I let the chef cook your favorite dishes in the evening."

In the past two years, the two of them moved into a villa near the Cen family’s mansion, living a two-person world, rubbing against the chef’s meals in the mansion, and living a very comfortable life.

"I'm thirty years old, and I'm not a kid." Qi Yan was helpless and funny, "Could it be possible to cold myself?"

"In my heart, you are a three-year-old child," Cen Baihe kissed his forehead, "Okay, be good."

"Papa Baihe, will you take me ice cream?" Qi Yan smiled and put his head on Cen Baihe's chest, "I want to eat blueberry flavor."

"I don't have ice cream. Go back and drink it cold and boiled."

"My God, the boss with a net worth of hundreds of billions of dollars actually let her husband drink cold water. Is this a social regression or a moral decay?"

"Don't make trouble," Cen Baihe grabbed his messy hand on his body, "I'll go back and clean up you."

"Papa Baihe, you will easily lose your baby like this."

"Nonsense!" Cen Baihe's expression became serious, "Don't talk nonsense."

Since seeing Qian Qian's body covered in blood, Cen Baihe could no longer listen to Qi Yan's words about loss and death.

"Okay," Qi Yan touched Cen Baihe's chest lightly, "rest assured, I've forgotten it, we are a good marriage for a hundred years and three generations."

"Didn't you say that things about yourself are inaccurate?" Cen Baihe was angry and funny, but after all he was reluctant to show his face.

"Although it is not accurate, but my instinct is very accurate."

"Bohe."

"Um?"

"I will stay by your side for the rest of my life, and I won't go anywhere."

"When we are old, we will raise a few pots of flowers, raise a dog, and then lead a happy old age."

"You don't accept disciples?"

"You can't force your apprentices to see fate. Besides...I don't want a kid to appear to disturb our happy two-person world."

"good."

"Papa Baihe."

"..."

"My baby loves you more and more."

"I love you more and more, Money Money Baby."

As night fell gradually, the car slowly merged into the traffic and became one of thousands of cars.

In this bleak night, the traffic turned into a beautiful Milky Way, illuminating the road ahead and lighting up the rear.

It is like a long river of life. Every path and place has its bright points, and then it forms a perfect, never-ending life.

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