Chapter 82: [028] Don't plant a ghost clapping in front of the door (1)

"Yang Zimei?"
The Huangming District where Yang Dejie is located is the rich district of City A. Yang Zimei saw that the surrounding environment was very good. After finishing the bow and arrow, he strolled around at will, but heard a crisp sound.
Looking back, it was Xia Mo, the monitor.
Xia Mo was wearing a short-sleeved white tennis suit at this time, sweaty, cheeks flushed, and full of vitality of the young girl.
For Xia Mo, Yang Zimei had a good impression. She turned and smiled and greeted her, "Squad leader, how are you?"
"Oh, don't call it the squad leader, just call me Xia Mo." Xia Mo trot up, side by side with her, "Zi Mei, you live here too?"
Yang Zimei shook his head. The houses here are all independent small buildings with small courtyards. Although the property bubble has not yet started in 2002, it must be at least 800,000, which is not affordable for ordinary people.
"Come to find someone?"
"No, just walk around."
"That's fine, go to my house and sit there, my house will live there." Xia Mo pointed to a small foreign corridor with red brick walls.
Seeing her so enthusiastic, Yang Zimei couldn't beat her and followed her.
The courtyard of the Xia family is planted with many flowers and trees, which are very fresh and comfortable.
However, when Yang Zimei saw the lush green poplar in front of the door, he frowned, and looked at the building with his eyes, and found that there was a faint gray everywhere, and the source of the gray was this poplar. Fortunately, the evil spirits formed are not heavy.
"When was this poplar planted?" Yang Zimei asked.
"This poplar was transplanted a month ago by my dad. The tree grows pretty, there are many branches, and when the wind blows, the leaves will slam, it's very nice." Xia Mo laughed.
Fortunately, it took only one month to transplant, otherwise Xia's family would have an accident.
"Xia Mo, has your family gone well recently?" Yang Zimei looked at Xia Mo and asked.
Xia Mo's eyes darkened slightly, and then he looked at Yang Zimei with a puzzled look. "How to say this?"
"If I tell you, I am a Feng Shui master, do you believe it?" Yang Zimei looked at Xia Mo very seriously.
"Oh, Zimei, stop joking, where do you look like a stick? You are more like a fairy." Xia Mo laughed.
"Are your parents at home?"
Xia Mo felt that Yang Zi was weird. When he opened his mouth, he asked whether his family was going well, his parents were at home, and he mysteriously said that he was a Feng Shui master.
At this time, a middle-aged man carrying a black briefcase walked in from outside the door. He was tall and sturdy, and slightly fat. The facial features and Xia Mo were similar, but Yintang was slightly darkened, his brows were drooping, and his face was frustrated.
"Dad, are you back?" As soon as Xia Mo saw it, she greeted her with joy, reaching out to take over Xia Guohui's briefcase.
"Um." Xia Guohui pulled his tie, and the tone of the answer was a bit tired. Then he saw Yang Zimei, woke up slightly, smiled at her, and then asked Xia Mo, "Are your classmates here?"
"Yes, Dad, this is a new transfer student in our class, Yang Zimei." Xia Mo turned to look at Yang Zimei again, "This is my dad."
"Uncle Xia, Hello!" Yang Zimei said politely, and looked at him by the way, and found that he had just lost a big business, and he was about to sign a contract, but the ghost set up a magical halfway to kill Cheng Cheng and bit it. He snatched away his client and made him suddenly see a million profits.
"Your classmate Yang!" Although Xia Guohui was frustrated and tired, he still did not lose his manners, greeted with a polite smile, "Please sit in the room."
"Thank you Uncle Xia."
Yang Zimei followed them into the room.