Chapter 962: Tragedy sister conquers fear of ghost president 5

Chapter 962: Tragedy sister conquers fear of ghost president 5

"Just a little bit of fur."

The first time we met, Shu Ange was careful not to act like he was familiar.

During the process of walking down from the seventh floor, Cui Yingjun gradually calmed down and regained some of the elegance and extravagance of the past.

After the two reached the first floor, Mr. Cui Yingjun made a gesture of invitation: "Master Feng, please come this way."

As he was talking, a young man in his twenties suddenly appeared in the distance. As he ran, he shouted, "Mr. Cui, you have finally come downstairs. I couldn't get through to you just now, and I was dying of anxiety."

Cui Yingjun nodded and introduced to Shu Ange: "This is my driver, Xiao Wu. It's okay to work steadfastly and have a stable personality. Xiao Wu, this is Master Feng, you must respect him very much."

Xiao Wu glanced at Shu Ange with a look of surprise, fearing to make the master angry, he hurriedly glanced and looked away.

"Hello, Master Feng." After Xiao Wu warmly greeted Shu Ange, he said to Cui Yingjun with a pleasing smile on his face, "Mr. Cui, are you going back to the villa directly or?"

"Go back to the villa first."

"Okay, Mr. Cui, Master Feng, this way please."

Xiao Wu has been with Cui Yingjun for two or three years, and he often follows him to meet various masters, including young and beautiful little Taoist nuns, and old gentlemen with fair hair and beard.

He is good at observing words and expressions, and he will never discount what Cui Yingjun asks him to call him.

After the dark blue car drove out of the campus, it drove onto the highway.

Cui Yingjun closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clutching the sides of the chair with his fingers, his handsome face was like a blank sheet of paper under the light of the car.

The empty highway in the middle of the night is the place where Ah Piao likes to gather, and most of them are victims of car accidents.

They replayed the scene before death over and over again, the scene where the stumps were covered in blood, which looked particularly eerie in the dark night.

Xiao Wu couldn't see anything. He drove the car with high spirits, occasionally peeking at Shu Ange from the rearview mirror.

Cui Yingjun's muscles were tense, and his eyes were tightly closed, for fear of seeing things he shouldn't see.

Just when he was worried, a clear and gentle female voice sounded: "Mr. Cui, hold this in your hand, open your eyes and try it, don't be too nervous."

Shu Ange stuffed the feng shui peach wood gourd that she carved by herself into Cui Yingjun's palm. He held the small gourd, and only felt a comfortable breath pouring into his body from the palm of his hand and spreading to his limbs.

The indescribable warmth and comfort made Cui Yingjun relax and slowly opened his eyes.

There was nothing in front of the car, bright streetlights illuminating the wide highway.

If it is not necessary, Cui Yingjun will not choose to go out at night, because the probability of encountering A Piao will be greatly increased.

He held the peach wood gourd and looked at Shu Ange with gratitude: "Thank you, Master, if you dare to ask Master if he would like to give up love and ward off evil spirits, Cui is willing to pay a high price."

As the saying goes, a long illness becomes a doctor, and Cui Yingjun has been battling evil for a long time, and Xuanmen's Taoism can also be said one or two.

"This gourd is a little thing I cut at random, and I only use it for a day or two temporarily. It's not worth any money."

Hearing Shu Ange say this, Cui Yingjun looked disappointed. After careful consideration, he asked carefully, "I don't know where Master Feng is from? Would it be convenient for you to introduce your respected teacher."

Cui Yingjun would never have made such a rude request rashly if he hadn't really had enough of this exciting life.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Mr. Cui. I'm a half-way monk, I don't have a mentor, so I'm self-taught."

"Master Feng is really talented and admirable. I'm not afraid that the master will laugh. I have seen many masters from all over the world over the years, but this is the first time I have seen a young and promising master like you."

Xiao Wuzhi listened to the conversation between the two with dumbfounded ears, and admired Shu Ange a little more in his heart.

"Mr. Cui has won the prize. Taoist magic is extensive and profound. I really only understand the skin."

Facing Cui Yingjun's enthusiasm and admiration, Shu Ange was a little embarrassed, and always felt that the way the two got along was wrong.

According to her and Cui Yingjun's identities, shouldn't the normal plot be that the president fell in love with the rebellious Cinderella story at first sight.

The ideal is beautiful, and the reality is very skinny. Shu Ange looked at Cui Yingjun's shining eyes and couldn't bear to let him show a disappointed expression.

When the car arrived near the villa area, Xiao Wu successfully passed the inspection at the gate.

"Master Feng, are you here for one night today, or let Xiao Wu take you to the hotel."

"It seems that I am going to disturb you by staying in the villa today. Mr. Laucui is bothering me."

"Haha, don't be so polite, I want to thank Master Feng."

After returning home, Cui Yingjun breathed a sigh of relief. The outside world was terrible, and only home could give him a sense of security.

A small villa hides many mysteries. In order to create a relaxed living environment for Lin Yingjun, the Cui family specially invited many Feng Shui masters to help with the layout.

After Shu Ange got out of the car, he looked at the layout of Cui Yingjun's villa from the outside to the inside, and also picked up the feng shui ornaments in the house and looked at it.

"The feng shui at home is good, but the things are too messy. Feng shui ornaments depend on the quality rather than the quantity. If you find a suitable feng shui object, one is enough."

"Some masters have mentioned it before, but it is very difficult to find a suitable feng shui ornament these days."

Speaking of this, Cui Yingjun looked a little frustrated, and he asked tentatively, "Master Feng, how did you become a self-taught talent? If I start working hard now, can I subdue demons and eliminate demons like the master?"

"Subduing demons and eliminating demons?"

Shu Ange repeated a sentence with a smile in his tone.

"Mr. Cui really likes to joke. If you don't dislike it, I can take you around Antique Street when you have time. Maybe you can come across a suitable feng shui ornament or a string of beads for warding off evil spirits."

"Oh? What does Master Feng mean by picking up leaks? It sounds very good. I will ask the assistant to arrange a weekly plan. It is also good to take time to look at the antiques together."

"Hehe, after Mr. Cui has set a date, just call me directly."

Shu Ange is a straightforward person, and in a few words, he and Cui Yingjun decided to go to Antique Street.

The two chatted in the living room for a while, and the servant took Shu Ange upstairs and opened the door of the guest room for her.

After a night's rest in Cui Yingjun's villa, Shu Ange said hello the next day and went back to school.

Cui Yingjun in the daytime and him in the night have a very different temperament. On the one hand, he is an elite in the shopping mall, and on the other hand, he is a timid little boy.

The strong contrast and cuteness made Shu Ange's impression of Cui Yingjun much better.

Cui Yingjun is a person who keeps his promises. When Shu Ange left, he specially prepared a bank card with 100,000 yuan for her as a thank you gift.

For Shu Ange, who has no money, this gift is like timely rain.