After leaving Xuanwu, Yang Zimei didn't go home, but went directly to Brunei Street.
Just now Song Xuan called and said that the guest who made an appointment has been waiting for her, and hoped that she could come over, even if it was late, it didn't matter.
These days, Yang Zimei helps a person to read Feng Shui every day, and it is quite accurate. Therefore, her reputation has spread in the circle of City A, and now the people who make an appointment are already waiting for three months.
When I came to Moxuan, I saw Song Xuan was wiping a piece of porcelain with his head down, with a focused expression and a calm face, and there was an extra woman beside him, looking down at him, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at him tenderly with love, his expression Meet happiness.
This woman was Song Xuan's wife, Lin Qingmei, whom Yang Zimei had envied countless times in her previous life.
She can't be said to be very beautiful, but she has the temperament of a lady, with a beautiful face, a calm and indifferent expression, a gentle tone, and her gestures make people feel like a spring breeze, very comfortable, and she really matches Song Xuan.
Yang Zimei felt a little sorry for her.
Because of her appearance, Aunt Lin Qingmei was alone and delayed her marriage to Song Xuan for ten years.
By this time in the past, their sons were already mischievous on the streets of Brunei.
"Mr. Song—"
Yang Zimei stepped forward and called out respectfully.
Song Xuan looked up and saw her, put down the porcelain in his hand, stood up, smiled warmly and said: "Xiaomei, you are here!"
This little eyebrow sound was still extremely soft, like a feather sweeping gently over a person's heart.
Lin Qingmei on the side looked at Yang Zimei with her long eyes and a slight smile, "So, this is Xiaomei, she looks really delicate and delicate."
"By the way, Xiaomei, let me introduce you—" Song Xuan lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the emotion in his eyes, "This is Lin Qingmei, my wife."
"Hello, Sister Lin!" Yang Zimei bowed politely to say hello.
In her previous life, Lin Qingmei was also kind to her. In a cold winter, she took off the down jacket she was wearing and gave it to her who was squatting on the street shivering with cold, warming her up for a whole winter.
"Hi Xiaomei." Lin Qingmei also smiled cordially at her, warmly served her a cup of tea, her eyes were gentle and compassionate, exactly the same as in her previous life.
Observing the appearance of the two and calculating their marriage, no matter from which point of view, it is a good and harmonious marriage.
Yang Zimei did not expect that the guest this time would be Yang Hong, Yang Dejie's father.
Because the appointments were all arranged by a clerk in Song Xuanli, Yang Zimei didn't know who the customer would be.
Yang Hong leaned on a cane and was pacing anxiously in the rest room.
His son Yang Dejie has been investigated all the time, and he hasn't been released yet. The family members have accidents one after another, as if some hand is manipulating him in the dark, trying to put his family to death.
He has always believed in feng shui and numerology, so whether it is a yin house or a yang house, it must be arranged and instructed by a feng shui master.
The expert physiognomy their family had always relied on was not in City A, and they couldn't find him, so they wanted to find Jiang Mengran as the next best thing, but the Murong family broke the news, saying that Jiang Mengran was a magic stick, and his signboard was smashed.
He also heard that there is a new girl physiognomist who came to city a recently, and she is very good at both Fengshui and physiognomy. Even Huo Wenhua, a rich man in Hong Kong, invited her to look at home Fengshui, and many famous people made appointments one after another .
He also bought his appointment in advance by buying the clerk who made the appointment.
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