Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 80 [028] Do not plant ghosts in front of the door and clap your hands (1)

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"Yang Zimei?"

The Huangming District where Yang Dejie is located is the rich and wealthy district of City A. Yang Zimei saw that the surrounding environment was very good. After finishing the bow and arrow, he just wandered around casually, but heard a crisp and sweet voice.

Looking back, it was Xia Mo, the squad leader.

At this time, Xia Mo was wearing a short-sleeved white tennis suit. His forehead was sweating profusely, his cheeks were flushed, and his whole body was full of vigor of a young girl.

Yang Zimei had a good impression of Xia Mo, she turned around and greeted her with a smile, "Squad leader, how are you?"

"Hehe, don't call me the squad leader, just call me Xia Mo." Xia Mo trotted up and stood side by side with her, "Zimei, 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 risen in 2002, they cost at least 80 yuan, which is not affordable for ordinary people.

"Come to find someone?"

"No, just stroll around casually."

"That's good, come and sit at my house, that's where I live." Xia Mo pointed to a small western-style building with red brick walls.

Seeing how enthusiastic she was, Yang Zimei couldn't agree with her and followed her.

Many flowers and trees were planted in the courtyard of Xia's family, which was very fresh and comfortable.

But when Yang Zimei saw the green poplar tree standing in front of the door, she couldn't help frowning, and looked at the building with the eyes of heaven, and found that there was a faint gray everywhere, and the source of the gray was the 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 dad a month ago. The tree grows tall and straight, with many branches. When the wind blows, the leaves will rattle, which is very pleasant." Xia Mo said with a smile.

Fortunately, it was only transplanted for a month, otherwise, something will happen to the Xia family after a long time.

"Xia Mo, is your family doing well recently?" Yang Zimei looked at Xia Mo and asked.

Xia Mo's eyes dimmed slightly, and then she looked at Yang Zimei with doubts, "How do you say that?"

"If I tell you that I am a feng shui practitioner, would you believe it?" Yang Zimei looked at Xia Mo seriously.

"Hehe, Zimei, stop 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 Zimei was weird, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he asked if his family was going well, asked if his parents were at home, and mysteriously said that he was a feng shui master.

At this time, a middle-aged man carrying a black briefcase walked in from the door. He was tall and strong, slightly chubby, and his facial features were somewhat similar to Xia Mo's, except that his face was slightly dark, his brows drooped, and he looked depressed.

"Dad, you're back?" Xia Mo greeted him happily when he saw it, and took Xia Guohui's briefcase with his hand.

"Yeah." Xia Guohui tugged on his tie, and answered in a tired tone. Then he saw Yang Zimei, woke up slightly, smiled at her, and asked Xia Mo, "Your classmate is here?"

"Yes, Dad, this is a new transfer student from 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 by the way looked at him with the eyes of the sky, and found that he had just lost a big deal and was about to sign a contract, but Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway by a ghost, and he insisted He snatched away his clients, and made him lose 100 million profits all at once.

"Hello, Student Yang!" Although Xia Guohui was frustrated and tired, he still maintained his etiquette and greeted with a polite smile, "Please come in and have a seat."

"Thank you, Uncle Xia."

Yang Zimei followed them into the house.

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(End of this chapter)