Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

It makes people nervous.

Qihua is like spring all seasons, and it has never snowed. Not only people in Qihua know this, but even people abroad also know this.

So when the purple-eyed man said this, it was like a joke, no one would believe it, but secretly laughed.

When Han Xiao heard this, he couldn't help but look at the man with purple eyes a few more deeply. I don't know how he made such a assertion.

Old man Han watched every move of the purple-eyed man, looked at the black cat, and forced him to suppress the possibility in his heart.

It was predicted that the young man's words would disappear, and it would not be possible to suddenly appear in Qihua, let alone a person who could not be disturbed by this incident.

He sneered: "Qihua is like spring all year round, it has never snowed, at a young age, and rants, young man, I would advise you not to be arrogant."

In the eyes of Old Man Han, his every move is very public.

Qin Shu raised his eyes slightly, thoughtfully: "It's also a skill to speak wild words."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Master Han, "At least, Master Han, who has rich experience, can't let Qihua, who are like spring all year round, snow."

The man's voice was frivolous, his eyebrows were smiling, his smile seemed mocking, but also provocative.

"...You!" Old man Han has been in a high position for a long time, and no one has dared to speak to him like that. Apart from being angry, there is also curiosity. Who is this man who looks like a prophecy?

But the only thing he can be sure of is that Qihua won't snow.

"Look, it's snowing, Qihua actually snowed."

"Is this really snow? It's pure white, like goose feathers. This is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes."

Old man Han didn't finish a thought.

Outside the front hall, there was a cry of surprise from the maid.

Old man Han looked out the door in disbelief, because he was so surprised that he didn't react for a while.

Cold Xiao also showed surprise on his face.

The corner of Qin Shu's mouth twitched slightly and his smile was extremely weak.

President Ba stayed in Qin Shu's arms obediently, and calmly looked at the few people in the hall, as if he was used to the big scene.

After being surprised, Old Man Han stood up abruptly and stepped out of the front hall. He didn't believe that it would snow in Qihua.

Han Xiao also left the front hall with the help of Lihang.

Outside the front hall, in the sky, goose-feather-like snowflakes were falling down.

On the bluestone road, you can clearly see the snowflakes falling one by one, and when they touch the ground, they turn into water.

"I have seen snow scenes on TV before. This is the first time I saw snowflakes. I didn't expect it to be so beautiful."

"It's also the first time I have met, it's so beautiful."

The maid had never been to Qihua before. The first time she saw snowflakes, she was so excited that she couldn't help but start dancing.

The housekeeper coughed slightly and reminded: "Ahem, the old man is out."

The excited maids stopped cheering and returned to their posts.

Old man Han stood on the bluestone slab, raised his head and looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky. He was stunned for a while. He had lived a long time and it was the first time he saw Qihua snowing.

He stretched out his hand. The old man is an elderly man. The hands that have gone through the years are full of folds, but they are white.

A snowflake fell in the palm of his hand, and the cold touch overflowed in the palm of his hand.

"This is real snow." The voice sighed.

When the cold came out, I saw the snowflakes flying outside, and I was stunned and couldn't help but look back.

Qin Shu hugged President Ba and walked over at a uniform pace, without making a sound.

Seeing the man with purple eyes coming out, Han Xiao was still in surprise.

Han Xiao has never been abroad. The first time he went abroad was to learn martial arts in Qishan.

Little bit: "I have been in Qishan for almost three years, and I haven't seen snow before!"

Han Xiao: "Qihua has never snowed before."

Small thing: "You can come to Jiangcheng, it will snow in winter in Jiangcheng, I will take you to see the snow scene, it is very beautiful."

Then she said again: "It would be great if Qihua could snow."

He sighed, Qihua really snowed.

Qin Shu faintly watched the snowflakes in the sky arrive as expected, and the heart that had been holding in his heart fell to the ground.

She had been worried just now that the snow could not fall.

Now it's down, and the snowflakes are still big.

It's not in vain that she spent so much thought in the past two days.

In fact, the method of artificial snow is roughly the same as the method of rain.

The knowledge used is the principles of physics.

And she has read the weather forecast and said that if there are clouds today, the temperature will drop.

This is why she chose today.

Old man Han recovered from Qihua's astonishment when it was snowing. He turned his head and saw the man with purple eyes holding President Ba in his arms, standing tall.

Surprised again.

After experiencing two assertions, Old Man Han had to believe that this man was a prophetic boy.

The prophesying boy, who disappeared, appeared again.

what does this mean?

Feeling the look in the eyes of Old Man Han, Qin Shu looked calm, knowing that Old Man Han had already believed that she was a prophetic teenager.

I also believe in what she said just now.

The goal has been achieved, and she has no need to stay.

Holding President Ba, she walked down the bluestone road step by step.

The pure white snowflakes brushed her white cheeks, brushed the tip of her nose, as if stroking her.

It fell on her black hair, black and white.

It fell on her thin shoulders and blended with the white material.

Old man Han recovered from his surprise and hurriedly stopped him, because he didn't know his name, so he could only be called by a prophet.

"Prophet, please wait a minute."

Amidst the flying snow, the white figure did not stop because of the words of Old Man Han.

The white figure drifted away until it disappeared behind the wall.

Old man Han squeezed the cane and hurriedly chased it out.

The prophecy boy finally appeared. If he could be invited to prophesy for the Han family, it would be worthwhile to pay more.

Father Dang Han chased him out, stood at the gate, and looked out, where is the figure of the prophet?

He hurriedly asked the nursing home, "Where did the man in the white suit go?"

"Just over there..." The nursing home stretched out his hand and found out that the man who had just walked out was gone?

"I just saw the man walking to the right with the cat in his arms. Why did it disappear in a blink of an eye?" The nurse's voice was full of doubts.

Old man Han looked around for a few times, but he didn't see the Prophecy Boy, thinking that his whereabouts were indeed very secret, otherwise no one would know the Prophecy Boy's trace.

It was not easy to see the prophetic boy, but because he had no eyes to know Taishan, he missed this opportunity and made him regret it.

After Old Man Han went in, he saw his grandson sitting in a wheelchair. Just now, he should have told the prophetic youth to predict that Xiao'er's legs would heal immediately.

He sighed again, but it was a pity this time, a rare opportunity.