The next day, before six o'clock, Yang Zimei received a call from Huo Wenhua.
"Master Yang, I'm coming to City A, let's meet."
Huo Wenhua said anxiously.
"Mr. Huo, I have to wait for an important person today. I have to stay at home and cannot leave. You can come to me directly."
She wanted to wait for Long Zhutian, and she absolutely could not let him come back, but she was not here.
"Okay, I'll be there right away!"
Huo Wenhua had no objection.
He just wanted to find his brother as soon as possible and make up for the wrong he had done to him before.
Thinking that Long Zhutian was coming back, Yang Zimei didn't want to dress up casually.
As the saying goes, a prince will die for his confidant, and a woman will die for her to please her appearance.
Yang Zimei then got up, washed herself, and put on the white silk skirt that Long Zhutian loved her most. Her hair was only tied with a small strand of white silk, letting it hang loosely behind her.
Huo Wenhua arrived soon.
As soon as he stepped into the house, he immediately felt a special difference, so he asked, "Master Yang, why does the air in your house seem so fresh? The flowers, plants and trees seem to be much better than those outside. Could it be that this is a legend?
The blessed house and spiritual place in the middle of nowhere?”
"Haha, otherwise I wouldn't live here."
Yang Zimei smiled and said.
"You have a lot of empty houses here, right?"
Huo Wenhua looked around and said, "I wonder if you can free up a guest room for me to rent for a long time? I can pay you the rent at the price of a five-star hotel."
He found that here, his breathing was particularly smooth, and he felt like he was living in a secluded mountain.
"It's not very suitable for Mr. Huo to live there for a long time. However, staying there for one or two nights a month is good for your health. If you stay there for too long, it won't work. My family doesn't let them live here."
Yang Zimei smiled and said, "The relationship between us is very close. If you come to my place as a guest, I have no reason to charge you rent."
"Then how can they live here?"
Huo Wenhua pointed in confusion at Sadako, Lan Yaya, Luo Yinghao and Xiao Qian who were in the courtyard.
"Their physiques are a little different from ordinary people, so they are suitable to live here for recuperation."
Yang Zimei took Huo Wenhua over and introduced them one by one.
No one looked flattered because he was a rich man in Hong Kong. They just greeted him calmly and politely, and then dispersed, leaving Yang Zimei and Huo Wenhua to talk in private.
"It seems that the residents here are just like you, they are all unusual people, especially Miss Sadako. If I didn't know she was your maid, I would have thought she was you.
As for my sister, she looks great."
Huo Wenhua sighed, "It's true that birds of a feather flock together and people flock together."
Yang Zimei smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Huo, have you brought your brother's things?"
"Yes, yes, I almost forgot about the real thing."
Huo Wenhua carefully took out a piece of paper with his birth date written on it and an old-fashioned looking burlap baby shirt.
Yang Zimei picked up the birth date and counted it with his fingers. He found that the fate of the person with this birth date was really bumpy and bumpy, and it was a short-lived birth date. He couldn't help but frown slightly.
"What's wrong?"
Huo Wenhua saw her frowning and asked cautiously.
"Your brother may be in danger."
Yang Zimei looked at him and said.
Huo Wenhua's face instantly turned pale, and he fell weakly on the chair, muttering, "It's all my fault for being so stingy and vicious before."