Chapter 1242: To the Zeng Family (4)

Yang Zimei tried to convince Zeng Zhenlong to convince him of Feng Shui in order to reshape the Feng Shui structure of the house.
"That's all nonsense. Don't those emperors say they were buried in Fengshui Dragon Cave? But they can't prevent the replacement of dynasties and the incompetence of offspring. Those who lived in the imperial city may not be How good is destiny, which emperor is not a short-lived ghost? Which prince and concubine can live well? "
Although the people of Zeng Zhenlong are old, their thinking is not weak. When they debate, they are all right.
Others in the Zeng family were surprised to see him and Yang Zimei talking about a long story.
In their impressions, Zeng Zhenlong was quiet and talked to everyone, never more than two sentences. Now he is still very patient to speak with Yang Zimei.
This makes people jealous.
Yang Zimei is not the kind of person who is good at arguing in language.
Seeing Zeng Zhenlong saying so, she suddenly couldn't find a word to refute.
She can't tell him that she has sky eyes, can directly see the good and bad of Feng Shui, and knows how to arrange the Feng Shui pattern.
It seems that to solve the problem of bad feng shui in the house, we still have to come slowly.
She first figured out a way to quietly make up the status quo of the house, let it be a balance of yin and yang.
Enter the lobby.
Since the furnishings of the hall are no taboos, they are only beautiful and do not pay attention to the feng shui pattern.
The sofa is placed under the beam, and it is not reliable. There is a TV set in the financial position, and a mahjong table is placed in the corner of the living room. The picture on the wall is a picture of a beast, and there are a little more antique vases on the table. a little.
Yang Zimei shook her head secretly.
This guy is really too particular.
Zeng Zhenlong pulled her to sit down and asked Cheng Xiaojing to make tea for her.
Actually let Cheng himself make tea for the juniors, Cheng Xiaojing was really unwilling, but instead of showing it, he pretended to be happy and went to make a pot of good tea.
"Niuniu, how did you walk here?"
Zeng Zhenlong thought that she had just come from the other side of the road instead of coming by car, and asked with concern, "Isn't there enough money to take the car?"
"No, I have a friend who is just down the street. I just came from there. Not far away, I came over."
Yang Zimei replied with a smile, "Grandpa Zeng need not worry about my money."
"Oh, Niuniu, don't you know that your grandfather Zeng has been waiting for you anxiously? You actually went to a friend's house first, instead of coming to our house, you will let Zeng grandpa be disappointed."
Ye Wenxin screamed aloud at the side.
Yang Zimei was too lazy to care about her, but said to Zeng Zhenlong, guilty, "Zeng Auntie, sorry, I didn't know you were waiting for me, so I didn't come here first, so you waited so long, sorry."
"Oh, silly child, it's okay. Grandpa Zeng can still afford to wait now, but he's afraid to wait until he closes his eyes and can't wait for you."
Zeng Zhenlong laughed.
He said that Yang Zimei was sour.
It was a shocking thing for his daughter to disappear.
From the moment I walked in and saw tears in his eyes, I knew that he had been looking forward to his daughter coming from there and back.
It's a pity that in the end he only waited for his daughter's granddaughter, not his daughter.
She also did not understand why grandma would be so stubborn and unwilling to return to Beijing.