Chapter 83: [028] Don't plant a ghost clapping in front of the door (2)

Although Yang Zimei was Xia Mo's classmate, and he was young, Xia Guohui had no need to say hello in person, but he enthusiastically made tea for her and asked with concern where her family lived and what her parents did.
She also made no secret that she was from the countryside, her father was just a primary school teacher, and her mother was unemployed.
Xia Guohui, whose net worth is over one hundred million, heard that she came from an ordinary family, and her face did not show any disdainful disdain. Her attitude was still friendly and polite, and she said that his company's reception room was just vacant and she could recruit Yang's mother. Although the salary was not high , But it is considered leisurely.
Just because he was waiting for him sincerely and peacefully, Yang Zimei didn't want him to suffer various setbacks because of the poplar tree, and even his husband and wife separated.
"Uncle Xia, I don't know if you believe in Fengshui?" She looked at him and asked. She found that the Xia family and the Yang Dejie family are different. All the decoration and decoration do not pay attention to the feng shui pattern. Everything is arbitrary. However, this has no effect. This is often the case in the world. It is not reasonable everywhere, and it becomes reasonable. The problem lies in the newly transplanted poplar.
"Oh, why did Yang ask this? For Feng Shui, I always believe that there is faith, and there is no trust if I don't believe it. I usually don't pay attention to it, and I still live well." Xia Guohui laughed, "Did Yang make fun of Feng Shui? Interested? That's a profound thing. "
"Slightly interested, following a veteran leader who has studied Feng Shui for more than ten years, it is considered to have touched some doorways." Yang Zimei admitted frankly.
"Oh, I can't see it, then, classmate Yang, what do you think of Feng Shui here?" Xia Guohui perfunctoryly asked.
"Uncle Xia, let's put aside this first, haven't you been doing bad things lately? Have you just lost a million-dollar business?" Yang Zimei was much lazier, so she opened the door and asked.
"Oh? How did you know that? Did Xia Mo's girl say that? No, I never told Xia Mo." Xia Guohui asked a little bit puzzled.
"Dad, have you been doing bad business recently?" Xia Mo asked anxiously.
Xia Guohui nodded slightly, "Well."
"Dad, it's okay, it will slowly get better." Xia Mo sat beside Xia Guohui and comforted.
Xia Guohui patted the back of her hand to express comfort, and then asked Yang Zimei with curiosity and asked, "Mr. Yang, how did you learn about me?"
"Uncle Xia, your Yintang is dim, your face is dark, your eyes are dark, which means that you have had a very bad fortune recently, you have been blocked everywhere, and you may even have your husband and wife facing away."
"Yang Zimei, how can you say that? My parents are feeling good, how could they turn their backs? Really, I found that you are so weird, how do you look like a stick?" Xia Mo called out.
The look on Xia Guohui's face was stagnant. Although his wife recently showed no stranger to outsiders, he was the clearest as a couple of 20 years old. Recently, she has a pink dress and pays great attention to dressing, which is very unusual.
The husband and wife have been loving for 20 years, and the two have survived the poorest together. The husband and wife sing together and set up the current career. He cherishes and loves her very much, so he refuses to admit this idea from the bottom of his heart and feels suspicious.
Now, when Yang Zimei said this, his heart was disturbed again, and he found that her dark eyes were like everything that could see through people.