Chapter 17: petal divination

She won't do anything at all, and she and her mother won't promise her to open a shop.
She was so ecstatic that it was so long that Mo Ziting finished and stared at her for a long time. "Do you have a thought?"
"Yeah." Hua Yuman nodded and did not hide her.
"My family is actually not rich at all. I have always relied on a meager life... I want to be like you, to make money, and to have what I want to do."
After that, she was once again ecstatic, trying to protect her family and using money to pave the way is also very important.
"You are afraid that you will not agree with your mother!" Mo Ziting said the crux. In places like leaving the country, Miss Qianjin will not come out to do business. Here, businessmen are actually humble occupations.
"Yes!" She can not care about other people's opinions, but she cares about the feelings of her family.
"What store do you want to open?"
"Related to flowers!"

Florist? It’s hard to run a single flower. What else do you have? Or what special strengths?

Hua Yuman thought for a moment and hesitated: "If I say that I will be divining the petals, do you believe it or not?"
"Flower Divination?" Mo Ziting came to the interest. "You help me to divination. If you can divinate my origins, I will freely send out half of my shop for you to open a store. How do we cooperate?"
Hua Yuman looked around this shop, the floor space is really not small, even if it is half out, there are ordinary shops, she looked at Mo Ziting seriously, "Do you mean it?"
"Of course, and there is no joke." Although Mo Ziting has thought a lot in a short time, if Hua Yuman is telling the truth, then her shop is next door, it will directly drive her business, if not, she also Nothing to lose, you can have one more friend.
"Yeah. That's good!" Hua Yuman untied a sachet from the waist, pours the petals inside, and slammed it on the table. All the petals were suspended in the air. She turned her head to Mo Ziting. "You choose a piece of flower and give it to me."
"Oh!" Mo Ziting's eyes were so good that she was incredibly aware that the petals were floating in the air, and it was not the so-called magic. She reached out and grabbed a pink-purple rosette petal.
Hua Yuman took the purple rose petals in her hand and felt the aroma and aura of the petals. After injecting her own consciousness, her eyebrows were warm, but this time it was very strange. After the warmth, her eyebrows were cold. After the cold, the eyebrows warmed up again, and the corresponding picture appeared in her mind...
A girl in a strange costume was busy in a house full of small animals, and suddenly a man dressed in strange clothes appeared. He had a strange thing in his hand and snorted at the girl. The girl had a blood-sucking hole on her chest, and then a strange black magnetic field appeared around the girl. Then the picture turned, and the girl who died before fell like a light smoke in a yard and entered. A little girl lying on the bed, then the girl's face turned into a child's Mo Ting.
"You..." Hua Yuman looked at Mo Ziting with horror, and wanted to say something, but could not find a suitable word.
"What's wrong? The flower on your eyebrows turned into gold for a while, turned black in a while, and turned red again in a while. What happened? You figured it out?" Mo Ziting was inexplicably worried, this time She thinks that Hua Yuman may actually be a petal fortune.