Chapter: 439
Song Pingting was so preoccupied last night that she didn't sleep all night.
He looked a little haggard today, which made Chen Ning feel distressed.
Song Qingqing pointed to the Ferris wheel not far away, and giggled to Chen Ning, "Dad, I want to ride the Ferris wheel."
Chen Ning smiled and said, "Okay, let's go ride the Ferris wheel."
Song Pingting shook her head: "You two go sit down, I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm not energetic enough, I'll wait for you here."
Chen Ning nodded: "Then sit here and rest for a while."
Last night, Chen Ning and Song Qingqing went to buy tickets to ride the ferris wheel.
As soon as Chen Ning and Song Qingqing left, Zhang Lin appeared on the back.
Zhang Lin came over, took the initiative to say hello to Song Pingting, and said with a smile: "Ha, Miss Song, what a coincidence, we met again."
Song Pingting frowned: "What are you doing here again?"
Zhang Lin said with a smile: "Miss Song is wrong, this is a public place, I just met you by chance."
"It's fate to meet you. I don't know how you think about the suggestion I gave you yesterday?"
"If you don't separate from Chen Ning quickly, then he will be in great trouble!"
Zhang Lin is striking while the iron is hot, desperately exerting psychological pressure on Song Pingting, advocating that Song Pingting and Chen Ning will kill Chen Ning and let the two separate quickly.
But at this time, suddenly a fat monk wearing a monk's robe appeared out of nowhere.
"Amitabha!"
The fat monk sang the Buddha's name, came to Song Pingting and Zhang Lin, and looked Zhang Lin up and down.
Zhang Lin was stunned, he was wearing cloth clothes and shoes, and this monk was also wearing cloth clothes and shoes; he is a master of physiognomy, and the monk should not be bad.
This is meeting a colleague!
Colleagues are enemies!
Zhang Lin looked at the fat monk vigilantly, and said displeasedly, "What do you think I am doing?"
The fat monk smiled kindly: "My benefactor, I see that your seal is blackened, and there must be a bloody disaster today. You have to be careful!"
What?
Not only Zhang Lin was dumbfounded, but even Song Pingting next to him couldn't help laughing.
Zhang Lin, a master who reads fortune-tellers everywhere, unexpectedly has this day.
This is really a pickpocket stealing the robber's money, and a master meets a master.
Song Pingting looked at Zhang Lin with interest, but she wanted to see, what did Master Zhang say?
Zhang Lin stared at the fat monk with a livid face: "Who are you, dare to talk nonsense in front of me, believe it or not, I will beat you up?"
The fat monk smiled and said: "I am the abbot of the Sanbao Temple. People call me the Sanbao Monk. Monks don't tell lies. I came here to tell the benefactor that you have suffered a bloody disaster."
Zhang Lin said angrily: "You are fucking sick, are you here to provoke trouble?" JrNovels.com
He looked a little haggard today, which made Chen Ning feel distressed.
Song Qingqing pointed to the Ferris wheel not far away, and giggled to Chen Ning, "Dad, I want to ride the Ferris wheel."
Chen Ning smiled and said, "Okay, let's go ride the Ferris wheel."
Song Pingting shook her head: "You two go sit down, I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm not energetic enough, I'll wait for you here."
Chen Ning nodded: "Then sit here and rest for a while."
Last night, Chen Ning and Song Qingqing went to buy tickets to ride the ferris wheel.
As soon as Chen Ning and Song Qingqing left, Zhang Lin appeared on the back.
Zhang Lin came over, took the initiative to say hello to Song Pingting, and said with a smile: "Ha, Miss Song, what a coincidence, we met again."
Song Pingting frowned: "What are you doing here again?"
Zhang Lin said with a smile: "Miss Song is wrong, this is a public place, I just met you by chance."
"It's fate to meet you. I don't know how you think about the suggestion I gave you yesterday?"
"If you don't separate from Chen Ning quickly, then he will be in great trouble!"
Zhang Lin is striking while the iron is hot, desperately exerting psychological pressure on Song Pingting, advocating that Song Pingting and Chen Ning will kill Chen Ning and let the two separate quickly.
But at this time, suddenly a fat monk wearing a monk's robe appeared out of nowhere.
"Amitabha!"
The fat monk sang the Buddha's name, came to Song Pingting and Zhang Lin, and looked Zhang Lin up and down.
Zhang Lin was stunned, he was wearing cloth clothes and shoes, and this monk was also wearing cloth clothes and shoes; he is a master of physiognomy, and the monk should not be bad.
This is meeting a colleague!
Colleagues are enemies!
Zhang Lin looked at the fat monk vigilantly, and said displeasedly, "What do you think I am doing?"
The fat monk smiled kindly: "My benefactor, I see that your seal is blackened, and there must be a bloody disaster today. You have to be careful!"
What?
Not only Zhang Lin was dumbfounded, but even Song Pingting next to him couldn't help laughing.
Zhang Lin, a master who reads fortune-tellers everywhere, unexpectedly has this day.
This is really a pickpocket stealing the robber's money, and a master meets a master.
Song Pingting looked at Zhang Lin with interest, but she wanted to see, what did Master Zhang say?
Zhang Lin stared at the fat monk with a livid face: "Who are you, dare to talk nonsense in front of me, believe it or not, I will beat you up?"
The fat monk smiled and said: "I am the abbot of the Sanbao Temple. People call me the Sanbao Monk. Monks don't tell lies. I came here to tell the benefactor that you have suffered a bloody disaster."
Zhang Lin said angrily: "You are fucking sick, are you here to provoke trouble?" JrNovels.com
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