82.【028】Don't plant ghosts in front of the door and clap your hands (1)
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"Yang Zimei?"
Huangming District, where Yang Dejie is located, is a wealthy area in City A. Yang Zimei saw that the surrounding environment was very good, so he walked around casually after finishing the bow and arrow shooting, when he heard a crisp and sweet voice.
Looking back, it was Xia Mo, the squad leader.
Xia Mo was currently wearing a short-sleeved white tennis uniform, her forehead was sweaty, her cheeks were flushed, and her whole body was filled with the vitality of a young girl.[
Yang Zimei had a good impression of Xia Mo. She turned around and greeted her with a smile, "How are you, monitor."
"Haha, don't call me monitor, just call me Xia Mo." Xia Mo ran up and stood side by side with her, "Zimei, do you live here too?"
Yang Zimei shook his head. The houses here are all independent small buildings with small courtyards. Although the real estate bubble has not yet started in 2002, they cost at least more than 800,000 yuan, which is not affordable for ordinary people.
"Looking for someone?"
"No, just take a stroll."
"Okay then, come and sit at my house, that's where I live." Xia Mo pointed to a small foreign-style building with red brick walls.
Seeing how enthusiastic she was, Yang Zimei couldn't help but follow her.
There are many flowers, plants and trees planted in the Xia family's courtyard, which is very fresh and comfortable.
But when Yang Zimei saw the green poplar tree in front of the door, he couldn't help but frowned. He looked at the building with his eyes and found that there was a faint gray everywhere, and the source of the gray was this poplar tree.
Fortunately, the evil spirit formed is not too heavy.
"When was this poplar tree planted?" Yang Zimei asked.
"This poplar tree was transplanted by my father a month ago. The tree is tall and tall, with many branches. When the wind blows, the leaves will rustle, which is very nice." Xia Mo said with a smile.
Fortunately, it was only a month after the transplant, otherwise something would have happened to the Xia family if it had been too long.
"Xia Mo, is everything going well for your family recently?" Yang Zimei looked at Xia Mo and asked.
Xia Mo's eyes dimmed slightly, and then he looked at Yang Zimei with doubtful eyes, "How do you say this?"
"If I told you that I was a Feng Shui fortune teller, would you believe it?" Yang Zimei looked at Xia Mo seriously.
"Haha, Zimei, don't be joking. Why do you look like a magic stick? You look more like a fairy." Xia Mo laughed.
"Are your parents home?"
Xia Mo felt that Yang Zimi had a strange eyebrow. As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked if things were going well at home and if his parents were at home. He also mysteriously said that he was a Feng Shui fortune teller.
At this time, a middle-aged man carrying a black briefcase walked in from the door. He was tall, strong, and slightly fat. His facial features were somewhat similar to Xia Mo's, but his appearance was slightly darker, his brows drooped, and he looked depressed.
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"Dad, you're back?" When Xia Mo saw it, he happily greeted him and reached out to take Xia Guohui's briefcase.
"Yeah." Xia Guohui tugged on his tie and answered in a tired tone. Then he saw Yang Zimei, refreshed himself slightly, smiled at her, and then asked Xia Mo, "Is your classmate here?"
"Yes, Dad, this is the new transfer student in our class, Yang Zimei." Xia Mo turned to look at Yang Zimei again, "This is my dad."
"Hello, Uncle Xia!" Yang Zimei greeted him politely, and looked at him with his heavenly eyes. He discovered that he had just lost a big deal and was about to sign a contract, but Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.
Stealing his customers away, he suddenly lost one million in profits.
"Hello, classmate Yang!" Although Xia Guohui was frustrated and tired, he was still polite and greeted with a polite smile, "Please come in and sit down."
