192. Feng Shui Patterns That Leftover Women Should Not Have (1)
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As soon as Yang Qing saw her coming, it was as if he had found his backbone. The tension and anxiety on his face disappeared, and he watched his daughter's white little figure slowly come to him.
"Niuniu, you're here, they-"
"Dad, don't worry!" Yang Zimei patted the back of his father's hand. His black pupils, like stars in the sky, looked around at the kneeling crowd and said softly, "Everyone, get up!"
The bald Guang Guang was so happy that he stood up from the ground first. Although he was tall, he only dared to bend down in front of Yang Zimei and did not dare to look directly at her.[
His younger brothers also stood up. Some of those who had been beaten by her in Xuanwu and saw her take action felt as if they were facing the God of Death, and were in awe of her.
There were also some people who were not there that day. Although they had only heard that Yang Zimei was very powerful, looking at her delicate and weak little girl appearance, they couldn't believe that she could kick Xuanwu by herself, kicking Bald Guang and others to the ground.
On the ground.
"I won't care about the past. You all can leave!" Yang Zimei waved his hand.
"Yes." Bald Guang, as if he had received an amnesty, hurriedly led the people away.
As soon as they left, people from the surrounding shops came over and asked about the situation, what happened, why Bald Guang and the others came to the door and knelt down to apologize, and looked very afraid of Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei smiled faintly and didn't answer much. He just asked them to take care of him and then went to school.
Arriving at the school gate, I met Murong Yan and Lan Zhiqing.
When Murong Yan saw her, her beautiful face darkened instantly, she turned away, and pulled Lan Zhiqing away quickly.
Seeing that she could take the initiative to take a detour and leave, Yang Zimei was happy to be at peace.
As long as she didn't provoke her, she wouldn't bother to argue with a little girl like this. After all, she was Murong Yunqing's niece, and she didn't want to be so cruel.
"Zimei——"
Ming Gang's voice and the ringing of a bicycle sounded behind him.
She turned around and saw him dressed in white riding on a blue bicycle. The golden light of the morning sun dyed his soft hair and reflected his sunny smiling face. It was very comfortable to see and made people feel happy.
"Ming Gang——"
She smiled at him and said, "Good morning!"
Seeing her smile, the smile on Min Gang's face became even stronger. He got off the bicycle and pushed her to walk side by side.
"By the way, Min Gang, can you give me your grandfather's phone number? I have something to ask him." Yang Zimei raised his eyes and looked at Min Gang and said.
"Um."
Min Gang nodded and reported his grandfather's mobile phone number to Yang Zimei.[
Yang Zimei remembered to call Min Yulin later and ask him if he thought there was anything unusual about the peach wood sign.
"Zimei, thank you. My mother slept peacefully for the first time last night and didn't wake up in the middle of the night. This morning I saw her looking much better and even singing." Min Gang said to Yang Zimei gratefully.
"That's good." Yang Zimei said lightly, but she was smiling bitterly in her heart. Huang Jingxian was better, but she herself became a freak who absorbed the evil spirit. I don't know if it was a disaster or a blessing, at least for now.
Nothing bad happened.
Min Gang looked at her little face that looked slightly paler than usual, "Didn't you eat the ginseng?"
"I haven't eaten it yet. I still need to collect a few medicinal materials."
"What kind of medicinal materials do you need? You can tell us, and as long as our family can help you buy it, we will try our best to help you." Min Gang said.
