My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

Chapter 146 I’m going to the hospital right now

Ma Yongxia frowned. He wanted to deny it, but what he said became: "Yes, I didn't just do this bad thing. When I was arguing with her father, I pushed his father to the ground. It took half an hour to call the police. She had just gotten married at that time, and she thought I was an extremely good man and didn’t doubt me at all.”

"She is the only daughter in her family. Her mother has passed away a long time ago. There is a breakfast shop at home. I had the idea of ​​selling a breakfast shop, so I didn't let her do it after her father died."

As soon as Ma Yongxia finished speaking, the woman on the screen burst into tears.

 “I want to call the police, you killed my dad! You are the murderer!”

As soon as the woman shouted this, Su Chenjin's assistant pushed up his glasses and shook his phone: "Sorry, I have already called the police for you. He drugging you is also guilty of intentional injury."

After speaking, the assistant walked up to Ma Yongxia, patted Ma Yongxia's shoulder and spoke righteously: "Although justice will be absent, it will never be late. How does it feel to be sanctioned by our sister-in-law?"

 After saying these words, the assistant turned his head and winked at Mianmian, trying to use his charm to make the lovely little aunt fall in love with him. He didn't know that his hand happened to be placed in the mouth of the little boy's fetus, causing the little girl's fetus next to him to float to him and purr at him.

 Because the assistant's face was blocked, Mianmian didn't see the assistant blink at all. She suddenly felt her nose was very itchy again, and after rubbing it, she sneezed heavily.

“Ouch!” Bai Bai suddenly said, reminding Mianmian to look at the window.

 There was a person standing outside the window. He was the reporter who asked her where her parents were. At this time, the man was staring at Mianmian through the glass.

Mianmian couldn't help but sneeze loudly again, her mind filled with questions: Why is this person so strange? She would sneeze just looking at her, it was so uncomfortable.

When Mianmian thought this, the man turned around again and disappeared by the window.

There was no one at the window, so Mianmian looked ahead again.

Ma Yongxia is still muttering some words, all of which are his own doubts now: "Why would I tell the truth? Why?"

 But no matter how confused he was, he could not know the answer, and because he lost the interview qualification, he was controlled by bodyguards and waited for the police to arrive and take him away.

On the screen, Ma Yongxia’s ex-wife thanked Mianmian: “Sister-in-law, thank you for helping me. Do I need to pay you for fortune telling?”

Mianmian shook his head: "No need, I'm helping you because we have such a fate, not because you want to ask Mianmian for fortune telling."

“Also, can you give your baby a name? Only after naming it and erecting a tomb can they be reincarnated.”

　　[Ah ah ah, this is the first time I heard my aunt directly talk about such a fantasy thing as reincarnation! Is the truth about to be revealed? Isn’t it time to say you believe in science while jumping off a cliff? ]

   [Indicates that the live broadcast room has not been blocked, so that should be enough! By the way, I suddenly really want my little aunt to tell my fortune! ]

 Me too, I wrote in blood and begged to activate the fortune-telling function! ]

 After a while, the barrage was full of people asking for fortune telling.

At the scene, reporter No. 3 walked up to Mianmian and started asking questions.

With Ma Yongxia in front, some people with careful thoughts did not dare to expose themselves and asked relatively mild questions. He didn't even dare to say anything related to Xuanmen, just for fear of being suddenly told his fortune.

 That’s the case for reporter No. 7.

 He usually likes to dig up some dirt on others when interviewing them. The three questions in the original interview script he prepared this time are all similar to Ma Yongxia.

　　Now I don’t dare to ask. Instead, I changed to someone who is less likely to make mistakes. When I asked, I still stammered: "I, I see that you used a calligraphy brush before going to the variety show. Can you, can you write calligraphy with calligraphy?"

Mianmian nodded: "Yes."

Reporter No. 7 asked again: "You, you, you...that..." He stuttered to the point that he didn't know what to say.

Mianmian lowered his head and glanced at the trembling hands of reporter No. 7, and said in a sweet voice: "You all seem to be afraid of Mianmian, why?"

Reporter No. 7 felt uneasy and glanced at Su Chenjin, not knowing how to answer.

While hesitating, Mianmian said: "Have you had a big fall before?"

Reporter No. 7 thought Mianmian was going to tell his fortune, so his hands shook even more violently. He kept thinking in his mind whether he had ever done anything worse than digging up dirt before, so he nodded tremblingly.

 “You need to go to the doctor and take a look here.” Mianmian touched her little head and pointed out the location to reporter No. 7, “Look here, get an acupuncture.”

Reporter No. 7 breathed a huge sigh of relief.

　　It just requires a needle in the brain. Isn’t it just that you stole money from your family when you were a child and were exposed? Um, wait a minute? Need a needle in the brain?

“Sister-in-law, what’s wrong with me, my brain?”

Mianmian looked at the trembling hands of reporter No. 7 again, and thought of her mother's words about not making patients feel scared when seeing a doctor, so she waved her little hands with a smile: "No problem, no problem. After seeing the doctor and getting the injection, go home." Eat whatever you want and be happy."

Reporter No. 7 was stunned, tears streaming down his face.

　　"Isn't it hopeless to go home after seeing the doctor and eat what you want to be happy?"

Mianmian was stunned for a moment: "How could it be hopeless?"

Patient No. 7 was dejected: "Because I am going to die, so I go home and eat something good, relax and wait. I am only 29 years old, why am I going to die?"

  The press conference on the 7th was like this, and it also came from the jokes I saw on the Internet.

When the doctor says it's nothing and you go back and eat everything you want, it means you have a terminal illness.

Mianmian didn't know this joke, blinked her eyes, and looked at her grandnephew beside her for help: "Mom said that when seeing a doctor, we should make the patient happy, which is conducive to the patient's recovery. Why is it that I told him to eat delicious food, but he was not happy? Woolen cloth?"

Su Chenjin curled her lips and rubbed her small breasts, which were full of panic: "He misunderstood, just tell him what's wrong with him."

 She nuzzled Su Chenjin's palm. Su Chenjin's palm was as warm as her father's. It felt like her father was stroking her head.

She shook her little feet wearing sneakers twice in a good mood and said to reporter No. 7: "There is a little congestion in your head, so your fingers here shake more than the other fingers. This It doesn’t matter if it’s a disease, it’s very simple, just a little acupuncture and it’ll be fine.”

Reporter No. 7 breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah, ah, that's it, okay, okay, I'll go to the hospital right now!"

He didn't even ask any questions, turned around and left, thinking how kind his sister-in-law was.

There are three reporters left present.

After answering the question, the person in charge of Beijin walked up to Mianmian, cheered himself up and asked the question that netizens were concerned about: "Sister-in-law, your fans asked you whether you will hold live lottery draws in the future to give people Fortune telling.”

 (End of this chapter)