After coming out of Xuanwu, Yang Zimei did not go home, but went directly to Brunei Street.
Song Xuan called just now and said that the guests with reservations have been waiting for her and hope she can go there, even if it is late, it doesn't matter.
These days, Yang Zimei helps someone read Feng Shui fortune-telling every day, and she is quite accurate. Therefore, her reputation has spread in the circle of City A. Now, people who have made appointments have been scheduled for three months.
When I came to Mo Xuan, I saw Song Xuan wiping a piece of porcelain with his head down, his expression focused and his face indifferent. There was a woman next to him, looking down at him, with a pair of beautiful eyes looking at him tenderly with love.
Satisfy happiness.
This woman is Song Xuan's wife Lin Qingmei, whom Yang Zimei had envied countless times in the previous life.
She can't be said to be very beautiful, but she has the temperament of a lady. She has a beautiful face, a calm and indifferent expression, a gentle tone, and her gestures make people feel like spring breeze. She is very comfortable. She really matches Song Xuan.
Yang Zimei felt a little sorry for her.
Because of her appearance, Aunt Lin Qingmei was left alone and delayed marrying Song Xuan for ten years.
By this time, their sons were already running around in the streets of Brunei.
"Mr. Song——"
Yang Zimei stepped forward and called out respectfully.
Song Xuan looked up and saw that it was her. He put down the porcelain in his hand, stood up, and said with a gentle smile: "Xiao Mei, you are here!"
This little eyebrow cry is still extremely soft, like a feather gently sweeping over people's hearts.
Lin Qingmei on the side looked at Yang Zimei with her long eyes and a slight smile, "It turns out that this is Xiaomei, she is really pretty and delicate."
"By the way, Xiaomei, let me introduce to you -" Song Xuan lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the emotion in his eyes, "This is Lin Qingmei, my wife."
"Hello, Sister Lin!" Yang Zimei politely bent over to say hello.
In the last life, Lin Qingmei was also kind to her. In a cold winter, he took off the down jacket he was wearing and gave it to her when she was squatting on the street shivering from the cold, which warmed her all winter.
"Hello, little eyebrow." Lin Qingmei also smiled kindly at her and served her a cup of tea enthusiastically. Her eyes were gentle and compassionate, exactly the same as in her previous life.
Observing the appearance of the two people and calculating their marriage, no matter from which angle you look at it, it is a harmonious and good marriage.
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Yang Zimei did not expect that the guest this time would be Yang Dejie's father, Yang Hong.
Because the reservations were all arranged by a clerk in Song Xuanli, Yang Zimei didn't know who the customer would be.
Yang Hong, leaning on a cane, was pacing anxiously in the rest room.
His son Yang Dejie has been under investigation for a long time and has not been released yet. Things happen to his family one after another, as if some hand is controlling it and wants to kill his family.
He has always believed in Feng Shui and numerology, so whether it is a yin house or a yang house, it must be arranged and instructed by a Feng Shui master.
The expert fortune teller their family had always relied on was not in City A, and they could not find him. They wanted to find Jiang Mengran as the next best option, but the Murong family broke the news, saying that Jiang Mengran was a complete charlatan and his reputation was ruined.
He also heard that there was a new female fortune teller who came to city A recently. She was very good at reading feng shui and fortune telling. Even Hong Kong rich man Huo Wenhua asked her to do home feng shui. There were many well-known people waiting to make appointments.
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He also bribed the clerk who made the reservation to advance his reservation.