MTL - He Has To Be Human, Right? !-Chapter 1 Door-to-door son-in-law, do you want a blind date for home delivery? On that day...

"Let me tell you, you are a one-in-a-million seven-kill fate, and you will be rich and powerful in the future! In ancient times, you would be a hero, or a tyrant... Now, your future is limitless, and your net worth will be at least in the future." Do go up."

On the empty overpass, the cold wind of early spring blows, rolling up a crumpled old newspaper.

Ye Ying squatted with her hands in her hands without any image, her eyes glanced at the tattered red paper "plasticized" with wide transparent glue on the ground.

On the red paper is a rough hand-painted yin-yang fish, with the big four characters "ancestral fortune-telling" written in a brush on it, and a bunch of business scopes such as "estimating the eight characters" and "feng shui kanyu" on the bottom.

Ye Ying even saw the "□□number test good or bad luck" and was speechless for a while.

My lord, times have changed.

Who even counts this now?

She looked suspiciously at the skinny fortune-teller: "So powerful? But I've lived for more than 20 years, why don't I feel that I'm so awesome?"

The fortune teller lifted up his small sunglasses—his sunglasses had a strange shape, with one lens square and the other round, with thin lips and saliva flying everywhere:

"Qi Kill is a villain, and will bully his master when luck is low, so you were still riding on his head until this year. Believe me, luck has started in the past two years, and the future will be smooth, at least thirty years Great luck!"

"Fame and fortune, priceless..."

The fortune teller wiped honey on his little mouth, and smacked it as if he was eating some delicacies. Suddenly, his eyes looked directly at Ye Ying from above the small sunglasses, with a flattering smile on his face:

"Pretty girl, are you single? What type do you like? Looking for a son-in-law?"

"Man, alive..."

Ye Ying replied subconsciously, and then realized, looking at him vigilantly: "I don't like your type."

The fortune teller was choked and waved his hand: "It's not me, my nephew."

He had a hippie smile on his face, but his tone was quite serious.

The fortune teller poked a few times on the phone, and handed it to Ye Ying: "The son-in-law is joking, but he is serious about getting married. My nephew graduated from a prestigious school, has a car and a house, and has good facial features. Your eyes—"

Ye Ying took the phone suspiciously, looked at the photo above, and tears flowed from her mouth in an instant.

This...how could this charlatan have such a handsome and seductive nephew? !

The man in the photo looked to be in his mid-twenties, and his short, light-colored hair was neatly pasted behind his slender neck.

His eyes are dark, deep as if he wants to **** people in. The outline is very oriental, with a unique temperament and a subtle ancient charm.

"satisfied?"

The fortune teller bared his white teeth, as enthusiastic as a shopping guide.

"A little too young."

Ye Ying pretended to be reserved, and the fortune-teller waved his hands in disbelief: "Young female junior holds a gold brick."

Ye Ying looked at the photo suspiciously, and then at the fortune teller: "No...why do I see that your nephew is about the same age as you? Isn't it a fool?"

Can such a good thing happen to a mortal like her?

Could it be the kind of peachy trap of marriage entrustment? !

"I'm very old!" The fortune teller slapped his chest, "Who do you think I am? Let's add a WeChat account, and tomorrow I will ask my nephew to come and see you!"

Under Ye Ying's dubious gaze, the fortune teller sighed pretentiously, and looked at the piece of paper with her birthday written in her hand: "It's really because your fate is so good. If the fat and water don't flow into the field of outsiders, this is also a kind of investment for me." .Anyway, looking at it, you have nothing to lose, right?"

He raised his head and looked into Ye Ying's eyes: "After all, if I want to lie to you, you have to be rich."

Ye Ying: "..."

You're right, I can't argue with that.

It's just... How could she easily believe that the pie fell from the sky?

Ye Ying snorted coldly in her heart.

After all, she has lived for twenty-eight years, seen the world well and cold, and is an independent woman who has been single for six years.

So the next day, for the first time in six years, an independent woman put on an exquisite pure desire makeup according to a certain music tutorial, put on a newly bought delicate dress, and stood gracefully against the sun during her lunch break. In front of the company—that was the place where the fortune teller and her agreed to meet for a blind date.

...I don't want that either, I want to yell and reject him too.

But his nephew is really handsome.

This stop was from twelve o'clock to half past one.

Colleagues came back from their lunch break to see that she was still standing here, and greeted one after another: "Ah, why are you poking this at noon, photosynthesis?"

Ye Ying: "..."

Shut up you guys.

She had a smirk on her face, and when the person left, she poked a sullen face on the phone: "Why haven't you replied to the message? Where's your nephew?????"

The number of question marks reflects the degree of inner breakdown.

The fortune-telling chat box was clean, not even the logo being entered appeared once.

Ye Ying took a deep breath and put away the phone.

Don't think about anything bad, she comforted herself.

Maybe the fortune teller wasn't trying to lie to her?

Maybe he didn't come back because he was hit by a truck and crushed to a pulp by a muck truck?

Ye Ying thought of ninety-nine ways to die for the fortune teller, and suddenly something moved in her sight.

There seems to be something in the big flower bed in front of the company!

The green leaves rustled for a few seconds, and suddenly a small round head popped out.

this... this is...

Ye Ying's eyes widened in disbelief, is this a pet mink?

How could there be a pet mink under the office building in the city center?

Was it lost by the owner?

Or was it abandoned?

She walked up to him, but the mink was not afraid of people, and only stared at her with two small round eyes like black beans.

It is fluffy all over, its fur is smooth and smooth, and it glows like silk in the sun.

This made Ye Ying more sure that it was raised in captivity.

She squatted down and looked at it curiously: "Why are you here? Where is your master?"

Of course Diao couldn't speak human words, so he just looked her up and down, tilting his head in a very cute way.

Ye Ying looked at its golden and shiny fur with admiration: "I haven't seen a mink with this color yet. What kind of mink are you? Sand marten?"

mink:"…"

This human being seems to have that serious illness.

Seeing that it didn't look aggressive, Ye Ying dared to reach out and touch its satin-like fur.

Suddenly, a shout came from behind: "Brother Ying!"

Ye Ying shook her hand, turned around and saw her best friend and colleague - Tao Zi.

Taozi held a popsicle in her hand and looked at her in horror.

Ye Ying subconsciously took a look at the flower bed, and sure enough, the pet mink had disappeared—and Taozi scared him away with a snarl.

Ye Ying stood up, annoyed: "What are you doing, you scared the little sand marten away."

Tao Zi walked up to her, with a look of shock on her face: "Tie Zi, do you call that thing a mink?"

Ye Ying looked blank: "Huh?"

"You are from the Northeast, can't you tell the difference?"

Taozi bit the popsicle and said inarticulately, "Is that a mink? It's clearly a weasel!"

Ye Ying: "..."

Who said that people from the Northeast have to know weasels? ! She hasn't seen it again!

"City people are city people."

Tao Zi sneered: "I've never seen Huang Pizi before, have I heard of it?"

Huangpizi, that is, weasel, is a famous evil thing in Northeast China.

There are five immortals in the northeast, Hu Huang Liu Bai Hui. This yellow fairy is Huangpizi. According to legend, it is very spiritual and should not be provoked.

So generally in the Northeast, people respect Huang Pizi as Huang Erye, and walk around when they see it on the road.

Unexpectedly, Ye Ying refers to Huang as a mink, and still wants to get started, what a warrior.

"Taozi, don't you believe in science the most?" Ye Ying said in dismay: "You didn't see how cute it looks."

Tao Zi rolled her eyes: "Let's not talk about that, where is your blind date?"

Ye Ying was pulled back to reality in an instant, and the air pressure suddenly dropped.

This low is one afternoon.

A vacuum zone with a diameter of two meters appeared around Ye Ying, and there was no one there—who told her to have a gloomy face, and the keyboard was pounding loudly, as if she was playing a **** dance.

Colleagues carefully withdrew their probing gazes and shrunk their necks.

What kind of gunpowder is this violent? It's too scary.

The phone vibrated suddenly, Ye Ying picked it up and looked at it, instantly refreshed.

The fortune teller lived!

When she picked up the voice call, she heard the urgent voice of the fortune teller.

"No, my nephew said he saw you!"

"He wanted to treat you to dinner, but he just found a place to park, and the company called him back because of an emergency. Please ask me to apologize to you-I'm to blame for this. I forgot to bring my mobile phone when I left the stall in the afternoon. I didn't see it. information."

Ye Ying almost didn't come up in one breath: "You are really poisonous!!"

"I was wrong, hey, I was wrong about my niece and daughter-in-law."

The fortune teller smiled sweetly: "My nephew is very satisfied with you. He said you are beautiful and gentle, and asked you if you like a Chinese wedding."

Ye Ying was in a fit of anger, how could she listen, and sneered: "You can let him carry me with eight sedan chairs!"

After speaking, press the voice.

What the **** is this!

She finally realized that this fortune-telling was unreliable. Fortunately, she was still a little deer bumping around, and jumped for joy!

It's also a knife on the head of Sezi, why is it so fascinating, it's really well-dressed!

Ye Ying learned from the painful experience, packed up her things and went home after work, and even refused Tao Zi's invitation to have dinner with her.

"I'll go back and pack my things."

She was listless, but Taozi suddenly realized: "That's right! You can move this weekend, right? Do you want me to clean it for you?"

"No."

Having said this, Ye Ying became a little happier.

Yes, after six years of hard work and frugality to save money, she, Ye Ying, is finally a homeowner.

It sounds like luck.

The house she bought is in a good location, and it has soared to nearly 30,000 square meters in the past few years.

But she just picked up a mistake. The landlord went abroad in a hurry to sell, and the house of more than 80 square meters was only sold for more than 800,000 yuan.

Still comes with fine decoration!

So she found a decoration team, only painted the walls, changed some designs, and could move in this weekend.

Thinking of this, Ye Ying felt that the charlatan might be telling the truth—isn't this luck? !

She, Ye Ying, has struggled for many years, and finally has her own home in this provincial capital city where every inch of land is expensive!

I have a house, save for two more years to buy a car, and live... Then I'm on the right track.

Thinking of the beautiful life in the future, Ye Ying also forgot the unhappiness of being released as a pigeon.

Sitting among the mess of cardboard boxes, she hummed a song while tidying up.

After cleaning up, I cleaned up until ten o'clock in the evening. Ye Ying took a shower, lay on the bed and swiped her phone for a while, her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Sleepiness is like a soft cloud covering people, and the sense of weightlessness brought by sleepiness reaches its peak at a certain moment.

Then, the next second...

Ye Ying suddenly trembled all over, and opened her eyes suddenly.

Instead of the dim ceiling of the low-rent housing, what is in front of me is brightly lit. She squinted her eyes from being stabbed, and it took a few seconds to adapt to the sudden light.

And then... dumbfounded.

In the night, an antique mansion came into view. There was a red lantern hanging at the door, and the light fell on the gold-sprinkled "囍" word pasted in front of the door, revealing a sense of joy. The gate of the house was wide open, the courtyard was decorated with lights and festoons, the crowd was crowded, and bright red was everywhere.

People's faces were also glowing red, beaming.

Excited congratulatory sounds came from beside her, Ye Ying turned her head slightly, and saw a square and exquisite...

sedan chair.

There were a few strong men standing beside the sedan chair, happily taking something from the hands of three slender figures from behind. The auspicious words in his mouth flowed out like water, what is the birth of a precious son, a perfect marriage, it is simply...

It's like an old sow wearing bras, one set after another.

Ye Ying turned around in a daze.

What's the matter? what's going on?

She slept soundly in her own bed, why did she go to a strange place when she closed and opened her eyes?

This looks like... a Chinese wedding?

Ye Ying was stunned, and subconsciously elbowed the person standing beside her: "Then what... a pure passerby, are you... getting married?"

"yes."

Unexpectedly, the voice from the upper left was deep and magnetic, indescribably pleasant.

Ye Ying was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt an impulse to look up at the face of the owner of the voice.

Who knew, just as she was about to lift her neck, she realized that she couldn't lift her head!

In the huge shock after waking up just now, she didn't even realize that there seemed to be a weight of about ten kilograms, pressing on her head like Mount Tai!

Ye Ying turned pale with shock, her pupils trembled—what's the matter, I'm disabled?

Before he could digest this fact, he heard an anxious but still soft voice approaching hurriedly: "Oh, why is the bride's face curtain raised?"

bride?

Ye Ying was stunned, and suddenly her eyes darkened with a crash. Suddenly, a blurred light and shadow appeared in the field of vision, and it could be vaguely seen that it was the shiny beads blocking the eyes.

That gentle voice finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, bride, don't move around, the phoenix crown will fall off in a while—"

oh.

Ye Ying nodded dumbly, paused for a second, and then her eyes widened.

What-? !

The bride is myself? !