Mr. Fu Chased His Wife and Overturned Again

Raising her foot to catch up, Lu Wanchu was stopped by a young monk who appeared from nowhere.

"Benefactor, stop."

The young monk clasped his hands together and said softly.

"Little master, can you let me see that master again?"

"Benefactor, go back, our host will not see you again."

After finishing speaking, the young monk turned and left, and quickly disappeared in front of Lu Wanchu.

Sylvia chased after him, and when he heard what the young monk said just now, he was surprised, "It turns out that the old master is actually the abbot of the Ping'an Temple. good!"

The abbot of Ping’an Temple is a very legendary figure. Some people say that he has lived for a hundred years, some say that he is already a half-immortal, and some say that he can know the past and the future.

Seeing her today opened Sylvia's horizons.

"Wanwan, put on this string of beads quickly."

Sylvia thought of something, and immediately put the red sandalwood beads in her hand on Lu Wanchu's wrist.

The red sandalwood beads that the old monk gave to Lu Wanchu are very small, so they won't look particularly obtrusive when worn.

Lu Wanchu raised her hand to look at the two strings of beads on her right wrist. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that she was much warmer after wearing the red sandalwood beads.

She didn't know how the host saw it, but she knew he must be capable.

There are countless strange people and strange things in this world that she doesn't know about, and the abbot of the Peace Temple must be the same.

"Wanwan, why didn't you tell me if you weren't feeling well?"

Sylvia complained softly, stretched out her hand to hold Lu Wanchu's hand, and found that it seemed to be much warmer, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Usually Lu Wanchu's hands were colder, Sylvia thought it was because she was wearing less clothes, but she didn't know that it had something to do with her soul and body.

"It's not uncomfortable, it's just that it's usually a little cold, but it's okay."

"It's okay, it's not good for you to hide it from me."

Sylvia was angry, her eyes were reddish.

"Yes, yes, it's my fault. I won't hide it from you in the future, okay?"

Lu Wanchu shook her head and laughed, and quickly comforted Sylvia, "Look, my hands are warming up now, and I have to thank you for letting me come to Ping'an Temple, otherwise how could I meet such an eminent monk?"

"Are you so coaxing?"

Sylvia snorted coldly, and took Lu Wanchu's hand, "I don't care, if you keep hiding it from me in the future, I will definitely ignore you."

"Okay, okay, I won't hide it from you in the future, okay?"

"you swear!"

Sylvia was finally satisfied. Lu Wanchu was about to swear when Sylvia grabbed her hand again, "Don't swear indiscriminately, pretend I didn't say it, anyway, you can't hide it from me in the future."

"Understood, I want to donate some sesame oil money."

"Yeah, let's go together."

The two girlfriends smiled at each other and walked towards the place where the sesame oil was donated.

It was almost noon when we left Ping'an Temple, Lu Wanchu and Sylvia returned to the capital and found a random restaurant for lunch.

"Sister, why are you here?"

The soft voice came in disbelief, Lu Wanchu frowned and looked up, only to see a beautiful girl in her early twenties walking over a few meters away.

When Sylvia heard the girl's voice, she subconsciously looked down.

"who is she?"

Lu Wanchu didn't recognize who it was, it looked familiar, but he didn't remember who it was.

"Ye Yunni, my younger sister who just returned to China."

Sylvia sneered unhappily.