Chapter 1183: Pointing Director's Office Feng Shui (1)

"Hey, okay, it's not dirty, no need to frown."
Yang Zimei closed his palm, bounced a few times on his body, and smiled at Min Gang.
Min Gang barely smiled.
He knew that he had a distance from her, but found that the distance was getting bigger and bigger, and his heart became more inferior.
She was like a horse, and herself was like a turtle. No matter how hard she tried to catch up behind, she couldn't catch up and couldn't keep up with her pace.
How many times in my dreams can I go with her.
As a result, this is really just a dream.
He is just an ordinary person.
And she seemed to be detached from people and approached God.
Even if he wanted to look up to her, he seemed a bit strenuous.
"Why are you so lost?"
Seeing that his expression was bleak, Yang Zimei really hoped that he could understand mind reading like Ripple, so that he could understand the mind of the young man in front of him.
For Min Gang, she still really cares.
"You're too good, I humiliate myself."
Min Gang looked at her with complicated eyes.
"What's so great? I'm so great, it's Yang Zimei, your good friend, your sister!"
Yang Zi's eyebrows rolled over his eyes. "Before, I blew myself in front of you for a long time."
"Uh?"
Min Gang looked at her puzzledly.
As soon as she appeared in Nancheng Middle School, she already showed a distinctive light and made everyone look sideways.
How could it be a long time to humiliate in front of yourself?
"That was the last life, stupid!"
Yang Zi spit out his tongue.
In the last life, she confessed to him that she could not even say a word.
"Last life? Oh, Zimei, you're really joking. Are you so good that you can see people's past lives?"
Min Gang laughed.
"Oh, just talk about it, I'm just a teacher, not a fairy."
Yang Zimei smiled and shifted the topic. "Why are you here?"
"Because I want to sort out my thoughts, I will walk here and blow the wind of the river to make my thinking clearer. Who would have thought of seeing a child falling into the water."
"It turns out that you don't understand water, so don't do it in the future. Not only can you not save people, but you are in despair. Other people's lives are fate, and your lives are fate.
Yang Zimei said to him very seriously.
Min Gang reached out and scratched his head, and smiled sternly. "I saw the children struggling in the river. Where can I remember that I can't swim well, I just want to go and save people."
"Well, that's it too."
Yang Zimei remembered Liu Tianyu of Guangyuan when he saw himself falling into water. Although he didn't understand water, he jumped without thinking.
This is an instinctive nature.
Yang Zimei and Min Gang walked side by side along the river.
"Min Gang, I'm going to Beijing in two days."
Yang Zimei looked at him and asked, "What do you want?"
"In two days, I will also take Luo Bai to Beijing to participate in the Antique Porcelain Fair. I would like to take this opportunity to raise the name of our Qianbaidu company and make Luo Bai's antique porcelain crafts recognized by the industry."
Min Gang told her with joy, "Have you booked a flight ticket? Let's go together?"
"Not yet ordered."
She hasn't figured out how many people to take with her.
"Then I'll book it for you."
"Let me see first, if I need a charter flight."
"Charter? It's expensive, isn't it necessary?"
Min Gang looked at her, "Aren't you such a luxury person?"