My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 1185

In the twinkling of an eye, it was ten o'clock in the evening. Ye Xiong packed up the watermelon peel and was ready to leave.

"Ah Xiong, why don't you sleep in this room tonight? You're not well. I'm not sure if you sleep in the next room." Yang Xinyi said.

"But there are only two beds here."

"I sleep with Xinyi and you sleep." When Yang Xinyi finished, her eyes fell on Murong Ruyin and asked, "Ruyin, what do you think?"

Murong Ruyin resisted. After all, two women and one man slept in one room, which was too embarrassing.

However, she was stunned and refused.

"That's it. It's safer for everyone to stay in one room." Ye Xiong said.

Since everyone had no opinion, it was finally decided.

Ye Xiong went in to take a bath. After washing, he came out and slept in one of the beds.

Sharing a room with two women, ye Xiong has some fantasies.

But he knew that nothing could happen, so he fell asleep at ease.

A strange woman like Yang Xinyi and Murong Ruyin, with strong self-esteem, will play the game of one emperor and two queens with him?

Stop dreaming, wash and sleep!

Early the next morning, ye Xiong woke up early.

The two women are still sleeping in bed.

They sleep on each side, with a large space in the middle.

Ye Xiong looked at the sleeping faces of the two women and found that they were very different.

When Yang Xinyi sleeps, she likes to hold a pillow between her legs. This is the action of a married woman.

Murong Ruyin is much quieter. His hand is close to his face and his sleep is very quiet.

If one day, can sleep in the middle of the bed, left hug, that kind of feeling is so wonderful!

Ye Xiong thought of it infinitely.

"Two beauties, get up." Ye Xiong shouted.

The three of them went directly to the airport and got on the plane to Yindu.

A few hours later, the plane landed in the capital New Delhi.

The three first found a hotel to stay. After they were ready to inquire about the news, they thought about how to find mengtanhua.

Yindu is the birthplace of Buddhism. It has a history of 2500 years and has four Buddhist holy places.

The four holy places are Lumbini, bodhicaya, Luyeyuan and guanshila.

Ye Xiong is going to study these places and consider where to start.

The next two days, the three inquired around here, but they didn't find the whereabouts of mengepiphyllum for two days.

"I heard that there is a prophet who knows everything about Yindu. Why don't we ask." Murong Ruyin said.

"The so-called prophets are all deceptive tricks, but we have no choice but to ask."

Ye Xiong then took two women and went to the so-called prophet's address.

It was a dilapidated house built in the city center. There were many people waiting at the door.

"The prophet is very famous around here. Even some people are ill and don't go to see a doctor. They come directly to him." Murong Ruyin said

"Ignorance kills people. What's the difference with feudal superstition?" Yang Xinyi said.

"Since so many people come to see, there must be a way. Let's try it first." Ye Xiong said that and went straight over.

There is a long line here, with a total of 20 or 30 people. If you wait in line, you don't know when to wait.

"Please line up, sir."

At the door, a man in a white shirt stopped him and said in fluent English.

Twenty or thirty people waiting behind him looked at him with an angry face.

As if he didn't see it, ye Xiong took out his wallet, took out a pile of money from it, stuffed it into the white man's hand, and said in English, "I'm in a hurry. Can you accommodate me?"

The man's eyes brightened, quickly collected the money and waved to him.

Ye Xiong followed the man and went in. He took him to the door of a small house.

"Wait a minute. When the people come out for a while, it's your turn."

Soon, a woman came out.

"Go in, Mr. Haji is inside." The man said.

Ye Xiong went in and arranged it piously. There were things like Buddhism everywhere.

There was a faint smell of stove in the air.

There is a table in the middle. On the table are some books and two statues.

A dark old man with a beard accounting for half of his face sat there, his eyes closed, as if he had settled down.

This should be the so-called prophet, Haji.

When ye Xiong came in, Haji opened his eyes, pointed to an earplug on the table and motioned him to take it.

It is a phonetic literal translation instrument, which ye Xiong has used before. It can instantly translate several commonly used international languages.

Ye Xiong sat down and put on his earplugs. Soon there was a voice translated by Haji.