Mrs. Fang and Mr. Yu were also watching TV at this time.

When he saw Miss Tang being tied up and sent to the intensive care unit of the mental hospital, Mr. Yu almost breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Fang stared at the TV and said dissatisfiedly: "...this is it? What is the promised manifestation of the original form? How does the original form appear like this? Is she really a human being?"

Mr. Yu raised his hand and touched her head, and said with a smile: "Qinghua, you are so cute..."

A middle-aged woman in her forties was called "cute" in this perfunctory tone, as if she was an ignorant girl who was ignorant of the world. This is definitely not a compliment.

Mrs. Fang looked away, looked at her phone with her eyes down, frowned and said, "Am I wrong? Didn't those Taoist masters tell me that they would definitely make her appear in the true form? Now that the true form has not appeared, they are crazy... Is it... Did we actually make a mistake?"

"You can't be wrong. Whether she is a human or an alien, this result is actually the best result for her." Mr. Yu said lightly, "...Life is better than anything else."

Mrs. Fang looked up and wanted to speak, but Mr. Yu's last sentence was a bit gloomy, as if she was saying, "Life is better than death."

Mrs. Fang shivered, swallowed what she wanted to say, stood up and said, "I'll call Mr. Zhuge and ask what's going on."

She walked out of the living room and came to the front yard. She looked at the flowers, plants and trees all over the yard, and felt very heavy.

After a while, she took out her cell phone and dialed Mr. Zhuge’s number: “Master Zhuge, have you read the news?”

Mr. Zhuge's happy voice came from the other end of the phone: "Look, Mrs. Fang, have you seen it too? Are you happy? Are you surprised?"

Mrs. Fang's tone was not happy, she frowned and asked, "What's going on? Didn't you say that she wanted her to show her true form?"

"Isn't this the original form revealed? The original form is that she is not a normal person, she is a lunatic!" Mr. Zhuge laughed loudly, very confident and satisfied with his Taoism.

"Master Zhuge, are you not authentic to say this? You know what I mean. If she is really a human being, not an alien, why should I find you?" Mrs. Fang said angrily, "You are still people in the Taoist sect! Are you not afraid of retribution when doing this?!"

Mr. Zhuge didn't care about the other words, but he still cared about the word "retribution".

Retribution is cause and effect, and retribution is contaminated with cause and effect.

Mr. Zhuge sat upright and said seriously: "Mrs. Fang, you can't say that. I just completed your commission. You said that she would 'reveal her original form' in the commission, but you did not say that it must be an alien original form."

Mr. Zhuge is actually playing a word game here, using the literal meaning of the word "original form" to replace the conventional potential meaning.

Mrs. Fang was speechless for a moment, but she was still very unhappy: "So that's over? Do you have any other tricks?"

"What other tricks do you need? She has entered the intensive care unit of the mental hospital. If there is no accident, she has died socially. What else are you worried about? No matter how powerful she is, she can no longer destroy your family." Mr. Zhuge said meaningfully.

He is very proud of the commission he completed this time.

It is much faster than the two wastes, Taoist Wang and Taoist Quan.

Not to mention Wen Yinuo, he ended before she even took action.

What finals are you going to?

I looked down on her too highly before.

Mr. Zhuge heard the host say in the living room: "Mr. Xiao Fu invites everyone to go to their place for barbecue in the evening. Do you want to go?"

Taoist Wang and Taoist Quan immediately cheered: "That's great! I want to eat barbecue! It's great to eat barbecue on hot days!"

Mr. Zhuge pulled the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly wanted to see Wen Yinuo's face, so he also said, "I'll go too!"

Seeing that everyone agreed, the host hurriedly replied to Fu Ningjue’s WeChat: Mr. Fu, we all go.

Here, Fu Ningjue received a WeChat message from the host, clicked an ok emoticon and sent it out, and then called Han Qianxue.

"Han Dalu, we will open a party in the backyard tonight. Will you come back and play?"

Han Qianxue has been busy these days and is writing a rigorous memo. She only slept for two hours a day. Where can I get time to open a party?

Of course she refused and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fu, but I have something tonight and I can't come. You guys have fun."

Fu Ningjue nodded as expected and replied: "Okay, then we will open a party together when you are done."

Then he sent a WeChat message to Xiao Yiyuan: Mr. Xiao, we will open a party in the backyard tonight. Do you want to come together?

Xiao Yiyuan didn't see this WeChat at all.

He has been checking the external IPs that have attacked their websites in the past six months, searching and recording.

When he saw this WeChat, it was already 7:30 pm.

He shook his head and replied: No need, I'm busy, thank you.

At this time, Fu Ningjue and Wen Yinuo were lying side by side on the rattan lounge chairs on the backyard terrace.

Wen Yinuo frowned and asked, "Don't Han Dalu and Mr. Xiao come?"

Fu Ningjue smiled guiltily and said, "I asked them, but they couldn't say they could come."

"Just just have supper, why don't you come? Don't they have supper?" Wen Yino asked in wonder.

"Hehe, I asked them if they wanted to open a party barbecue. Where can they waste time like them?" Fu Ningjue praised himself happily.

Wen Yinuo heard the cunning in his words.

Many people who open parties can barbecue, but barbecue does not necessarily mean opening parties.

Fu Ningjue used this misleading logical trap to make Han Qianxue and Xiao Yiyuan think that they were opening a party, but in fact the focus was on barbecue.

Wen Yinuo glanced at Fu Ningjue, then looked away and looked at the backyard in front of him.

The backyard lawn of this house is very spacious, and further away are towering mountains and towering trees.

There are wooden lamp beads hanging on the wooden lamp beads at the four corners of the yard, and the lamps inside emit a white light.

This lamp has a little technical difficulty, the light emitted is not temperature, and it also has the effect of refrigeration and repellency.

So although the temperature outside is close to 35 degrees, the entire backyard is only 26 or 7 degrees, which is very comfortable and cool.

There is a barbecue grill in the middle of the lawn. The chef of the Fu family wore a white chef's hat and a gray apron. His fat hands rolled with the barbecue skewers while taking care of the vegetables on the baking tray next to him.

The meat was cleaned up in the afternoon and was peeled, washed, and quarantine procedures.

Taoist Wang and Taoist Quan were in a bad mood, and silently helped the chef to apply sauce and skewers by the barbecue grill.

Mr. Zhuge is probably the one in the best mood among everyone here.

He sat alone at the long table in the northwest corner of the lawn, with several white gold-edged bone porcelain plates in front of him, containing grilled rabbit meat, grilled deer meat, grilled venison meat and grilled prawns, as well as grilled mushrooms and peppers, as well as a plate of bright red strawberries and peeled white lychee meat.

He was having a great time eating and enjoying himself.

Mrs. Fu heard that they had barbecue tonight and rushed back from their girlfriends' home in another city.

The two of them have been friends for decades, and they haven’t seen each other recently, so they certainly can’t finish what they say when they meet.

However, she heard that Fu Ningjue was going to barbecue, so she rushed back.

She also has to help her son chase his wife...

When she returned to Meilanni's community, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

As soon as I got out of the car, I smelled the smell of scented barbecue floating from the backyard.

Mrs. Fu smiled and hurriedly went back to the room to wash, change her clothes, and went to the backyard terrace.

Seeing Fu Ningjue and Wen Yinuo lying side by side on two rattan chairs, the picture was surprisingly harmonious and beautiful. She curled her lips slightly and walked over.

"You two really know how to enjoy it, why don't you go to eat?" Mrs. Fu's voice sounded behind them.

Wen Yinuo and Fu Ningjue sat up together, turned their heads and saw that it was Mrs. Fu, and hurriedly said, "You are back, have you had supper?"

Fu Ningjue immediately stood up and gave the rattan lounge chair to Mrs. Fu to sit on.

Mrs. Fu sat on Fu Ningjue's recliner just now without any hesitation, nodded to Wen Yinuo, "Yinuo is beautiful again today."

Wen Yinuo was embarrassed to close his eyes, "Aunt Fu praised me every day, so I couldn't find any more."

"To be honest, why are you praising me?" Mrs. Fu glanced at Fu Ningjue who was standing beside her, "You haven't you been to get some food for us mothers and sisters? What are you doing here? A man in his twenties is still so frowning. No wonder you can't find a wife!"

Fu Ningjue hurriedly smiled, "I'll go get you something to eat, and you can chat slowly."

The girl you like is also favored by your parents, which is simply double happiness.

He hummed a song and came to the barbecue grill and asked the chef to grill him a few dishes of meat.

The freshly grilled skewers are delicious and tenderer than they would after a while.

When the barbecue is cool, it will be a little bit of firewood, and people with bad teeth cannot even bite it.

Now that the barbecue is actually coming to an end, Mr. Zhuge is almost unable to stand up after eating.

Taoist Wang and Taoist Quan were not good at eating, so they just ate some roasted vegetables and mushrooms randomly, and also had a little roasted hare meat.

When Fu Ningjue walked onto the terrace with a large tray, Mr. Zhuge, Taoist Wang and Taoist Quan came to thank him and say goodbye.

The host and guide also ate a lot, and were a little sleepy at this time. They followed the three people in front of him and expressed their gratitude to Fu Ningjue in turn.

Fu Ningjue waved his hand, "Don't be polite, you just have dinner."

After seeing these people off, the chef who had been working hard for a day was also persuaded by Fu Ningjue to go back to rest.

Only Fu Ningjue, Mrs. Fu and Wen Yinuo were left in the backyard.

Fu Ningjue became active and said with a smile: "When I show off my skills, I will have a Tianshan stone roasted lobster tail!"

He poured a spoonful of oil on a stone slab that had been roasted for the afternoon, and then put the packed lobster tails on it.

With a sizzling sound, a unique fragrance of lobsters came to my face.
To be continued...