Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while, and sent a message to Aunt Xiaoyuan:

Yuanshi Tianzun: "I seem to be cursed. I have bad luck today, but it feels like normal bad luck. Can I go to Wuhen Hotel?"

Breaking the curse is very simple, just use the crouching pestle, but he wants to seek professional help first to determine if he is really cursed.

Aunt Magic Madoka: "If you have bad luck, you should stay still and not move. Give me your home address."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately sent the address of the community.

Forty minutes later, a message from Aunt Magica Madoka came:

"I have arrived."

Zhang Yuanqing left the room, walked out of the entrance, came to the corridor, looked down from the corridor window, and saw a white car parked downstairs.

"I'll be down right away."

He replied a message, took the elevator to the first floor, and pushed open the door.

The white car window was slowly lowered, and Aunt Xiaoyuan was sitting in the driver's seat, mature and sexy, bright and beautiful.

Zhang Yuanqing smiled and moved closer quickly.

Suddenly, Xiaoyuan's expression changed, and she said anxiously, "Be careful!"

At the same time that Aunt Xiaoyuan urgently reminded Zhang Yuanqing, he had already heard the slight sound of the wind above his head, and felt the unusual flow of air. Without thinking about it, he rushed to the side.

"boom!"

Behind him came the crackling of porcelain shattering into pieces, and splashes of earth.

Zhang Yuanqing, who rushed out, rolled over, pressed his palm on the ground, jumped up, stood firm and looked back.

What fell was a potted plant.

"Fuck" looking at the broken pieces of porcelain and soil, Zhang Yuanqing blurted out the quintessence of the country.

If this thing hits the head, even if he is a night tour god, his head will be broken. If it were an ordinary person, he might not even have a chance of rescue and die on the spot.

My bad luck became more and more exaggerated. At least the car accident in the morning let me know clearly and gave me a chance to react.

His heart is heavy.

"Toot~"

At this time, the white car not far away blew its horn, and Xiaoyuan's bright and majestic face poked out, and said lightly:

"boarding!"

Zhang Yuanqing stopped worrying about the high-altitude parabolic problem, and trotted into the co-pilot seat.

At this time, it was rush hour, and there were a lot of residents (aunts and uncles) coming and going in the community. They were startled by the loud noise of the potted plant just now, and cast their gazes here.

I hope there will be no rumors about the grandson of the retired sheriff's family hooking up with a rich woman in society tomorrow. Zhang Yuanqing prayed silently and slammed the car door.

Madoka stepped on the accelerator and galloped away.

The car did not leave the community, but parked in a secluded parking space in the community. JrNovels.com