The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

  Chapter 32 Thoroughly Debunked

   "A mere little girl, she dares to speak madly!"

   Extremely sensitive to such rebuttals, Yi Enyang immediately turned his head and shouted back after seeing the five-year-old cub being held in his arms.

   The guests who participated in this birthday banquet were either rich or expensive, and many of them knew Tang Wenhuo. Although they did not know who the cub was in his arms, in such a situation, the adults would definitely intervene.

   Unexpectedly, this soft and calm but very sharp voice followed.

   "I think you are only old and blind, you dare to make any kind of black money!"

   "Hey, I'm making unscrupulous money? I'm clearly trying to persuade others not to be deceived by these crooks!"

   The other party only paused for a moment, and then calmly said, "Does this mean I'm making black money?"

  Tang Jin's big cat pupils are dark, and his milky little face is serious and serious, and even the reflection of that little bald head seems to be extraordinarily powerful.

   She murmured softly: "I really don't give up when I don't see the Yellow River."

   came down from Tang Wenhuo's arms.

   The half-human-height little guy's soft and cute head tilted slightly, his face puffed up, and he pointed at Rong Yinghui.

  The voice of the little **** is clear and very confident.

   "The Palace of Life has fallen, the roots of the mountain are low, the nose is red, and the person is tall. How can there be a half-grey-black look of bad luck? It's clearly struggling in a dangerous situation.

   "Why are you kidding me?!" Yi Enyang was startled, and subconsciously glanced at Tang Jin carefully. Those jet-black cat pupils, straight eyebrows, full of righteousness, and the reflection of his bald head shook him.

   Could it be that this little doll is really capable?

   When he spoke again, he was already feeling guilty, but he insisted, "If what I said is wrong on this matter, is it possible that I have to listen to you, a half-year-old baby?"

   Even if it is true, so what?

   She has no evidence, she is still a five-year-old cub, can others believe her?

   "Old man, I am sincere to go to the appointment. What is this for? I can't really believe what a five-year-old child said? I don't know who taught her."

   Old man Rong was still smiling, but since Tang Jin spoke clearly and adjusted his words clearly, he looked at Yi Enyang with a bit of scrutiny.

  Although he is old and likes family and everything, but he has been in charge of the Rong family for many years, so he has no discernment ability.

   The collision sound of the bead flipping sounded again.

  The old man knew clearly in his heart that his young nephew was different from ordinary people. He was very intelligent at a young age.

   Every time I want to attack, I always fiddle with the string of dark brown beads to calm myself down.

   "That's a coincidence."

  The boy's voice sounded slowly, the cold white skin, the dark eyes, and the perfect arc outlined, under the light, the colder and colder.

   "The person I invited, I believe, if you think that you are smashing your place, you will refute one, two, three, or four."

   "Metaphysical feng shui is both mysterious and mysterious, and it's all guesswork. Who must have taught her nonsense, otherwise how can she be so sure? Does she have evidence?"

  Yi Enyang's gaze fell directly on Tang Wenhuo's face, who had not spoken since he entered the door, "Which family are you from, and what is your purpose? To deceive the patriarch above your head, I'm not afraid that the patriarch will clean up you afterward."

  Tang Wenhuo laughed, "My surname is Tang, the god's capital Tang family."

   Then he lowered his eyes and touched the little bald head with great affection, "This is my sister, Tang Jin."

   "his-"

  Someone who didn't know Tang Wenhuo could not help but gasped when they heard the Tang family.

   "The Tang family is here too?"

   "If it's said that others are uniting to deceive people, it seems to be a little more reliable. This Tang family...isn't necessary?"

   "I heard that the only young lady of the Tang family was sent to the Taoist Temple to be recuperated. This is it? Is it true talent?"

   "Since you don't believe it and say there is no evidence today, then why don't I make a calculation for you."

Xiao Nian looked up at him today, "You were rich when you were young, you insulted your classmates, your family was defeated at the age of fourteen, and both parents died. You worshipped a third-rate master with a tragic life experience, and since then you have learned to cheat and abduct you. At the age of twenty-three, you had a wife. , But with your face, you are three-pointed against your wife, the Lord is lonely, and the relationship with your wife will not last forever. Presumably, your wife and estranged within a few years, and you have returned to your old business and found a Taoist temple—"

   That little milky voice was unhurried.

   said that he paused here and looked at him carefully.

   here, all right!

  Have you met a real guy?

  Yi Enyang has already started to sweat on his forehead, his fingertips are shaking, and now he can maintain the most basic decency.

   And the next second, the soft and waxy little milky voice spoke again.

"Occupying the Taoist Temple is because you had the opportunity a few years ago, and accidentally caught an eared mouse and kept it at home, so that you can use it to successfully sway and deceive others. In the prison disaster, in addition to the eared mouse, the family also hunted a lot of rare wild animals, you can find out if it is true or not when you check it in your home, presumably the police uncle has already closed the net."

  Yi Enyang sucked in a breath of cold air and his voice trembled: "What the **** are you talking about?! This banquet does not seem to be a sincere invitation. In that case, please forgive me for staying for a while and leave."

"Grandmaster!"

   Rong Yinghuang's face changed suddenly.

   "Doing too much injustice will kill oneself. If you do too many things with a guilty conscience, the reality will not find you, and you will always be found in your dreams."

   Tang Jin puffed out his cheeks and glanced at Rong Yinghuang again.

   The voice of the little adult was slow and slow, "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless and there is no turning back."

   The translation of this sentence means: You'd better be more honest now, if it wasn't for someone's birthday today, I wouldn't be holding a whisk and hammering you into the ground!

   Listening to Tang Jin's words, the more mysterious it is.

   And the forehead of the master, who had just vowed, was sweating, and he turned around and hurriedly left.

   The onlookers who were just watching the excitement also sensed that something was wrong, and looked at Tang Jin in surprise and confusion.

   Is it really a battle between Feng Shui metaphysicists?

   Such a small feng shui metaphysician?

   Are you five years old?

   But if true…

   Whether they believed it or not, the eyes they looked at Tang Jin were a little different.

   From just looking at a soft and cute five-year-old cub, to now a little awe.

   And it took only two minutes for Yi Enyang to go out.

  A servant hurried in from outside, bent down slightly, and whispered beside the old man and Rong Qing.

   A few people in the middle were close enough to hear it.

   "Master, sir, there is a police presence outside. The guests who have just walked out have now been escorted into a police car. Do we need to inquire and follow up?"

   Rong Yinghuang was still holding on, whispering in a low voice that a five-year-old baby can't have any skills. Hearing this suddenly, his face turned pale.

  Rong Qing's mood returned to the kind of gentleness and gentleness that crossed time and space like a gentleman in the Republic of China, "Follow and ask, what is the reason."

   The first update, there will be more later

   Ah Qing should be suffering on the last day, I hope it is

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   See you soon, babies

   (end of this chapter)