Coincidentally, the interpretation in "Cihai" is exactly the same; it happens to be consistent.

An old saying goes: It can be seen that God’s will is determined, and such a coincidence.

It is not difficult to find out from this that the so-called coincidences are all defined in the dark, neither foreseeable nor avoidable.

The moment when Huang Zhuo took Xiaoxian into the "tourist hotel" with great interest, a shackle about his destiny was formed. Although it was invisible, it really existed.

Under the guidance of the waiter, the two walked into one of the private rooms.

The air was filled with a smell of mold, and the dust that had not been wiped clean could be seen in the windowsills and the corners of the table, which was enough to prove that this place had not received guests for a long time, and at least the business was definitely not very good.

Logically speaking, Xiaoxian's sister should be doing very well! So why did she choose such a place to treat her to dinner?

Huang Zhuo's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, and the indescribable sense of urgency made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

People have the sixth sense of existence, but they are not too accurate except for major events such as family life. Once they feel panic and flee from the place, they are correct. This is what his uncle Deng Can said when he returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors.

He always obeys Deng Can's words and feels that they are full of truth.

"Sister Xiaoxian, why don't we invite your sister to dinner? It's really inappropriate to be a big one and the small one. Besides, I'm still an outsider, so it makes people laugh at me if it's spread."

Huang Zhuo looked at his sweetheart unnaturally.

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While speaking, a waiter, who was at least fifty years old, walked in with his eyelids hanging down, grabbed a bottle of air freshener and sprayed it around several times. Then two waiters were holding a few pots of fake flowers in their arms and placing them in four corners.

"Hey, where are you spraying?"

Huang Zhuo scolded the waiter in dissatisfaction, and the air freshener she had just hit Xiaoxian's face.

"If you are not satisfied, you will sue me and ask the manager to fire me. Anyway, I owe my salary and will not be paid."

The waiter sneered indifferently, then looked at Xiaoxian again, and muttered: "Is it really better for each family to behave like a monster if they don't enter the door?"

"What's your attitude? Who are you scolding me if you don't do it?"

Huang Zhuo's anger suddenly jumped up.

"Forget it, Xiao Zhuo, it's not easy. When I set up a stall, I also feel like I'm not good at it and I don't like anything."

Xiaoxian quickly dissuaded him, very kind and generous.

"Hmph, pretend."

The waiter even more violently squeezed out a few words, turned around and slammed the door and slammed out with a "bang".

Looking at the dust falling off the door panel, Huang Zhuo suggested again: "Let's change the place, spend money to buy anger, are there any problems with our pure brains?"

"Okay, I'll ask if Miaomiao is dressing up."

Xiaoxian also felt that the environment here was really not very good, so she took out her cell phone and wanted to call.

"Sister, do you think my clothes are beautiful? Hermes, my dear just picked me out of the counter."

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open from outside, and a little girl with a strong perfume smell ran in jumping in, tying intimately in Xiaoxian's arms, and giggling cutely. It was Xiaoxian's real sister Miaomiao. Huang Zhuo had seen her at the noodle stall many times before, and she was quite familiar with her.
Chapter completed!