Xiao Susu hadn't accepted him yet, but Feng Tianlong asked because he wanted to see if Xiao Susu's child was his or not.
Old Man Mo smiled as if he could see through Feng Tianlong's thoughts, "Yes, but don't try to change her fate. It's useless."
Hearing old man Mo's words, Feng Tianlong was happy and sad at the same time. He was happy because he and Xiao Susu finally got married, and even had a fruit of love. This was something worth celebrating! But he was sad because Xiao Susu's fate couldn't be changed …
"Thank you, mister. Can you be more specific? How can my child change her fate and escape from her fate? "Xiao Susu asked impatiently.
"The future has its own cause and effect. This cause was brought about by your trip. As for the effect, we will only know in the future. The person who will change your child's fate has yet to appear, so how can I predict something so far in the future?" Old man Mo smiled faintly.
"Is that so …" Xiao Susu was a bit disappointed, but even so, she was still confident. At least her child could be saved!
"Mister, there's one last thing I need to trouble you with. Since my child's fate can be changed, please help me give him a name. That way, he can live according to your design …" Feng Tianlong begged, "My surname is Feng …"
Xiao Susu glared at Feng Tianlong. She hadn't even agreed to marry him, and he was already thinking of a name for his child. What kind of person was this?
However, Xiao Susu originally wanted to agree to Feng Tianlong's request for this mission, but after experiencing this, Xiao Susu was even more determined to be with Feng Tianlong!
"I know your surname is Feng..." Old Man Mo replied calmly, "How about this, let's name it 'Xiao'. It's a homophone to your wife's surname. This name also has the meaning of happiness and happiness..."
This time, it seemed that old Mo wasn't lying. He knew that Feng Tianlong's surname was Feng, so he didn't just say it casually. He also knew that Xiao Susu's surname was Xiao, so he gave her a homophone!
"Feng Xiao? Feng Xiaoxiao? " Tianlong repeated the name and felt that Feng Xiaoxiao was a bit of a mouthful, so he added the word 'Xiao', making it an overlapping Feng Xiaoxiao. It was a nice name, Feng Xiaoxiao, happy and happy for life!
"Thank you for your guidance, mister!" Feng Tianlong said seriously.
"Go, that's all I have to say. Who knows what will happen in the future?" Old Mo waved his hand and smiled.
The above is the matter between Feng Tianlong, Xiao Susu, and old man Mo. Liu Yezi told the whole story to Yang Ming, which made Yang Ming secretly surprised! This matter was too strange! This old Mo wasn't a simple person!
Huang Lele and Xia Xue, who were at the side, were also listening attentively. While they were sighing for Xiao Susu's tragic fate, they were also happy for her!
While they were talking, four bowls of steaming hot wonton noodles were brought up!
Although the boss's stall was a roadside stall and open-air, it was very clean. The cooking utensils were all in front of them. At a glance, it gave people a very comfortable feeling of transparency. Xia Xue and Huang Lele couldn't find anything wrong with it.
The fragrant wonton noodles were filled with chopped green onions and chili powder. It was very tempting, and it made people want to eat!
"Boss, before we eat, don't you want to say something?" Liu Yezi asked with a smile.
"You brat, what's there to say after eating this? Besides, you've said so much before. Can't these wonton noodles shut your mouth up? Hurry up and eat! "Yang Ming laughed and glared at Liu Yezi.
"Hehe!" Liu Yezi grinned. He picked up his chopsticks and started to stuff the wonton noodles into his mouth.
However, the taste of this shop's wonton noodles was really good. A food stall always had its benefits. Although Yang Ming now had hundreds of billions of assets, his habits in life hadn't changed much!
This was also a manifestation of a normal heart. If he was like many people who got rich overnight, he would really be a nouveau riche if he didn't go to a place that wasn't high-end!
This also showed the tenacity of Yang Ming's heart. This was also a normal heart that an assassin must have!
You must always maintain a normal heart so that you can do great things!
"The taste of this wonton noodle shop is really good!" Yang Ming also praised.
"Yeah, boss. Don't look at the bad conditions here. Captain Xia often comes here!" Liu Yezi said proudly, "I found this place. After my recommendation, almost everyone in our investigation bureau has become a guest here!"
After a bowl of wonton noodles, it made them feel a lot more energetic. They also had the strength to continue shopping!
However, just as Yang Ming was about to pay the bill, a few people who looked like punks came over. They glanced at the boss of the wonton noodles and said, "Take out this month's money!"
Yang Ming suddenly frowned. He didn't expect to meet these punks who bullied the market here! Yang Ming looked down on this kind of people who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Although Yang Ming was also a punk, Yang Ming had never bullied such a weak person!
The boss of this wonton noodles … and even the peddlers in the entire night market were working hard to earn money with their own hands. They didn't steal or rob. It was completely the income of labor. If they robbed these people's money, wouldn't these punks be embarrassed?
Yang Ming's character was like this. No matter what position he was in, he was also this kind of chivalrous warm-hearted! Otherwise, when the old man who set up the stall at the school gate was bullied, Yang Ming wouldn't have stood up for him! When Fang Tian was in trouble in the detention center, Yang Ming wouldn't have taught that green-haired guy a lesson!
Now, Yang Ming was also on the verge of exploding!
"Boss, calm down. Every place has its own rules. It's not something we can stop …" Liu Yezi sighed and persuaded Yang Ming, "This leader of the punks is called Big Tooth. Big Tooth is the son of the manager of the market management office. He received the money under the instructions of his father. If these merchants want to set up a stall in the night market, they can only grit their teeth and accept it. If they don't pay, the market management office will come and find trouble with various reasons the next day. These people have small businesses, so they can't afford to be troubled!"
Sure enough, the boss of the wonton noodles just smiled bitterly. He took out three hundred yuan from his pocket and gave it to Big Tooth.
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