Chapter 82 [028] No Ghosts Clap in Front of the Door (1)

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"Yang Zimei?"

Huangming District, where Yang Dejie is located, is the wealthy district of City A. Yang Zimei saw that the surrounding environment was very good, and after finishing the bow and arrow, he just wandered around casually, but heard a sweet voice.

When he turned around, it was the squad leader Xia Mo.

Xia Mo was wearing a short-sleeved white tennis suit at this time, her brow was sweating, her cheeks were flushed, and her whole body was filled with the vitality of a young girl.

Yang Zimei was very fond of Xia Mo, she turned to greet her with a smile, "Squad leader, how are you?"

"Hehe, don't call me the monitor, just call me Xia Mo." Xia Mo trotted up and stood beside her, "Zi Mei, do you live here too?"

Yang Zimei shook her head. The houses here are all independent small buildings with small courtyards. Although the real estate bubble had not yet emerged in 2002, it cost at least more than 800,000 yuan, which is not affordable for ordinary people.

"Come looking for someone?"

"No, just go for a walk."

"Okay then, go to my house and have a seat, I live there." Xia Mo pointed to a small foreign corridor with a red brick wall.

Seeing that she was so enthusiastic, Yang Zimei didn't care about her, and followed her.

There are many flowers and trees in the courtyard of the Xia family, which is very fresh and comfortable.

But when Yang Zimei saw the green poplar tree standing in front of the door, he couldn't help frowning, and he looked at the building with his heavenly eyes and found that there was a faint gray everywhere, and the source of gray was this poplar tree. Fortunately, the Yin evil spirit formed is not too heavy.

"When was this poplar tree planted?" Yang Zimei asked.

"This poplar tree was transplanted by my dad a month ago. The tree grows beautifully and has many branches. When the wind blows, the leaves will make a rattling sound. It's very nice." Xia Mo said with a smile.

Fortunately, the transplant was only a month old, otherwise, the Xia family would have an accident after a long time.

"Xia Mo, is your family going well recently?" Yang Zimei looked at Xia Mo and asked.

Xia Mo's eyes dimmed slightly, then looked at Yang Zimei with a puzzled look, "What do you say?"

"If I told you that I was a Feng Shui physicist, would you believe it?" Yang Zimei looked at Xia Mo seriously.

"Hehe, Zimei, stop joking, why do you look like a magic stick? You look more like a fairy." Xia Mo laughed.

"Are your parents at home?"

Xia Mo felt that Yang Zimei was weird, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he asked if his family was going well, if his parents were at home, and mysteriously said that he was a Feng Shui physicist.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a black briefcase walked in from the door. He was tall and strong, slightly fat, and his facial features were somewhat similar to Xia Mo, but Yintang was slightly dark, his eyebrows drooping, and his face was depressed.

"Dad, are you back?" As soon as Xia Mo saw it, she happily greeted him and reached out to take Xia Guohui's briefcase.

"Yeah." Xia Guohui tugged at his tie and answered in a tired tone. Then he saw Yang Zimei, woke up slightly, smiled at her, and then asked Xia Mo, "Your classmate is here?"

"Yes, Dad, this is a new transfer student from our class, Yang Zimei." Xia Mo turned to look at Yang Zimei again, "This is my dad."

"Hello, Uncle Xia!" Yang Zimei said hello politely, and looked at him with the eyes of the sky, and found that he had just lost a big deal, and he was about to sign a contract, but the ghostly envoy killed Cheng Yaojin halfway. Take his client away and make him lose a million profit all of a sudden.

"Hello, classmate Yang!" Although Xia Guohui was frustrated and tired, he still did not lose his etiquette and greeted with a polite smile, "Please come in and sit down."

"Thank you, Uncle Xia."

Yang Zimei followed them into the house.

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