022 ten group numbers

  "Are you okay?"

  "It's nothing, Tang Zhendong, thank you."

  "No big deal! When I see injustice on the road, I draw my sword to help. This is the true character of a hero of our generation!" Tang Zhendong said with a pat on his chest.

  "Alright, you." Yu Qingying gave Tang Zhendong a glance, this glance was full of subtle changes, as if the whole world had lost its color. Tang Zhendong also had a brief moment of distraction, but his mind quickly cleared up again.

  "Is your home far? I'll send you back." Tang Zhendong thought that there wouldn't be another chance encounter with a rascal on this road, but who could guarantee it? Moreover, the injured beauty's heart needed comforting.

  Qing Ying nodded slightly with a hint of shyness, "Thank you, won't it be too much trouble for you?"

  "A beauty's troubles are never real troubles, let's go!"

  The prison is a big dye vat, where you can find all sorts of criminals, such as triad bosses, ladies' men, swindlers, financial offenders. Tang Zhendong often listened to their boasts when he had nothing better to do, whether it was about chopping people or chasing girls, the ladies' man's technique for picking up chicks, Tang Zhendong learned a lot from them without showing any expression.

  Today it finally came in handy.

  Qingying's home is located in the Municipal Government Compound, which, as its name suggests, is a residential area for municipal government officials. The environment here is quiet and elegant, with lush greenery and complete supporting facilities.

  "You live here?" Tang Zhendong was somewhat surprised, because this place looked like it had been arranged by a master, just the two stone lions at the entrance were enough to intimidate any petty thief.

  "It's just ordinary here, is there anything strange about it?"

  However, Tang Zhendong's words were clearly misunderstood by Yu Qingying, who thought that Tang Zhendong had seen through her identity and was saying that she lived in a high-end community like the Municipal Government District.

  Tang Zhendong took another careful look at the two stone lions and nodded his head, "This place is good, the feng shui is good!"

  "You're not going to give up selling fruit and become a fortune teller now, are you?" Yu Qingying covered her mouth and chuckled lightly.

  Tang Zhendong: "I think I've done enough?"

  "It seems like a good idea, you can change your career and do this, it's quite profitable." Yu Qingying's smile grew thicker on her face.

  "Haha, who knows, maybe one day I'll really go and have my fortune told."

  Tang Zhendong had always found it strange: why did his master teach him such a big skill, but when he was released from prison, he didn't entrust him with a single word?

  It stands to reason that Master Ye is a rare person in this generation, with his mastery of Feng Shui and divination being unparalleled. Perhaps Tang Zhendong didn't understand before he got out of prison because he hadn't experienced the actual combat of Feng Shui, but these few times dealing with Master Ye, Tang Zhendong really felt the magical place of Feng Shui. The magic of Feng Shui doesn't lie in predicting good or bad fortune, but rather in making people avoid evil and turn to good, dissolving the evil spirits in Feng Shui into nothingness, making Feng Shui a beneficial existence for human bodies.

  Although Master never mentioned what happened before he went to prison, Tang Zhendong knew that Master must have been an extraordinary master of Feng Shui and physiognomy before he went to prison.

  However, before Tang Zhendong was released from prison, his master did not make any plans for Tang Zhendong's future, but only told him to be a good man after his release, and to live a down-to-earth life.

  Tang Zhendong didn't think deeply about it either, and he didn't dare or forget his master's instructions.

  "By the way, Tang Zhendong, you haven't given me your phone number yet?" Yu Qingying had been wanting to ask Tang Zhendong for his phone number all along, but she had been holding back and didn't ask until now.

  It's not that Qingying didn't want to ask, but rather a girl taking the initiative to ask for a boy's phone number, isn't this being too proactive? So Qingying endured and didn't ask.

  But when they got home, this silly guy didn't even ask for his phone number, which made Yu Qingying a bit anxious. If he didn't ask, then maybe there wouldn't be another chance to meet and they would lose contact forever.

  This silly guy didn't promise to treat me to fruit? How can we have fruit without exchanging phone numbers? Yu Qingying found an excuse for herself and finally asked the phone number she had been wanting to ask.

  Yu Qingying took out her latest Apple 4S and noted down Tang Zhendong's phone number. Tang Zhendong had been waiting for Yu Qingying to tell him his phone number, but he didn't take out his mobile phone.

  It's not that he was too embarrassed to take out his oldest Nokia phone, but rather he wanted to engrave Yu Qingying's phone number in his mind.

  Tang Zhendong kept waiting for Yu Qingying to tell him her phone number, but Yu Qingying never did. Yu Qingying was annoyed in her heart - you didn't even take the initiative to exchange numbers, and I had to be the one to do it. And not only that, but you're also too lazy to ask me for my number, how can this not make Yu Qingying angry?

  "We're here, thank you for seeing me home!" Yu Qingying stopped in front of a three-story villa and bid farewell to Tang Zhendong.

  "No need to be polite, you haven't told me your phone number yet?" Tang Zhendong thought that since they were about to part ways, although he had Yu Qingying's phone number, she didn't have his. If Yu Qingying was in a good mood and contacted him, that would be fine, but if she accidentally forgot about him and didn't contact him, then the Yu Qingying he had coincidentally met again might become a stranger once more.

  When Qingying heard Tang Zhendong finally ask for her number, she felt a sense of pride: You finally asked, hehe. However, even if you asked, it doesn't mean I'll forgive you, let alone tell you the number happily. Aren't you clever? Then I'll test you.

  "Listen carefully, don't write it down, remember it in your head. 13872643175, 13152153685, 13964533899..." Yu Qingying recited ten phone numbers in a row, each one different from the others.

  "How's that? Did you remember?" Yu Qingying smiled slyly.

  Tang Zhendong nodded, "About right."

  "One of these is my phone number, guess which one?" Yu Qingying finally managed to trick Tang Zhendong, and she was delighted.

  To know the arrangement of eleven digits from zero to ten, there are no less than tens of millions of combinations. Although the first two digits of a phone number are basically fixed, there are still too many possibilities. As for Qingying's numbers, they don't have any rules, and she doesn't believe that Tang Zhendong can remember all of them.

  Yu Qingying deliberately let Tang Zhendong guess himself, that is, let Tang Zhendong recite these ten phone numbers. Generally, people can remember three, which is already very good. Because Yu Qingying spoke quickly, ordinary people would have to memorize one and forget one, and in the end, they could only remember the last one or two.

  "Go ahead and guess. If you're right, I'll definitely tell you." Yu Qingying blinked her eyes, which shone like bright stars in the sky with their dark pupils.

  "So I started talking, 13152153685?"

  "Hehe, I remembered one, but it's wrong, okay, you continue."