Chapter 206: Randomly Hanging Copper Coin Swords (1)

Yang Zimei glanced at him, and found that his brows were shaved, and he didn't need to open his eyes, and knew his general intentions.
However, Yang He is her cousin, and usually has a good relationship with her family. When she did not understand Feng Shui, he was also very good to himself, often holding himself out to play.
Therefore, she did not object to the purpose of his coming, but directly asked: "Did your uncle have encountered some troubles recently?"
After listening, Yang He touched the back of his head, and smiled suddenly, "I know that I can't hide anything from you."
"It's okay, please tell me about your uncle." Yang Zimei let him sit down.
The smile on Yang He's face disappeared, replaced by a group of sorrows, "Niu Niu, uncle knows you are great. Hurry up and help your uncle, Xiaofei, he doesn't know if it's a wicked thing, and me and you yell, these Life is not good, not to mention business is ruined, and there is almost a disaster. These may be related to our moving to a new house. "
"Oh? I've seen Feng Shui in your new house, and there will be no problem." At that time, Yang He bought a residential house in Shenzhen. Before moving in, he also invited Yang Zimei to see Feng Shui and put it in Feng Shui Bureau.
"The problem is that there are relatively few people living in the entire community. Many floors are hoarded by others. There are more than 20 floors in a building. Only a few people live in it. It is called an empty city by the outside world. I heard some people say If a building has too many empty buildings, it will provoke ghosts ... "said Yang He Ai Ai.
Yang Zimei pondered for a moment, "This is also possible. However, I have a Fengshui Bureau in your room, and ordinary ghosts will not go in. Are you not messing with things as I said?"
"Absolutely not. Uncle knows your skills, where can you dare to move?" Yang He hurriedly said.
"Then I'll take a look with you tomorrow. Anyway, tomorrow Saturday, I don't have to go to school." Yang Zimei said.
"Thank you Niuniu, you know that Niuniu is the best for uncle." As soon as Yang Zimei was willing to help him, Yang Hexi raised her brow with a sweet tongue.
Before he finished speaking, his cell phone rang. It was an incoming call at home. When he heard it, there was a rushing and anxious voice from his wife, "Yang He, it's not good, Xiaofei, he suddenly said The spit foam fainted. Now in the hospital, the doctor can't find out the reason. Come back soon. "
Yang He was frightened.
"What is it?" Yang Zimei asked.
Yang He said it once.
Because Yang He was her own relative, she couldn't figure out anything, Yang Fei was her cousin, and she couldn't help but die, so she immediately followed Yang He to drag to Shenzhen.
Came to the hospital and entered the ward.
Only ten years old, Yang Fei was lying on the bed, his face was dark and full of anger.
Because of the injection, I fell asleep. However, I didn't sleep so peacefully, and my little brow twisted tightly, it was very painful, as if someone was holding a knife against him.
"What did the doctor say?" Yang He asked his wife Chen Guifang.
"After doing various inspections, nothing can be found, the doctor said to continue observation." Chen Guifang weeped.
"Niuniu, what do you think?" Yang He looked at Yang Zimei without worry. He finally gave birth to a son like Yang Fei. There must be no mistakes, so he put all his hopes on Yang Zimei.