Chapter 310

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Yang Zimei sent off Taoist priest Yuqing who was determined to return to the mountain.

She came to the Mo Xuan of song Xuan and made an appointment with the guests.

This guest is a city office director, named Huang Jian. When Yang Zimei first saw him, he had a certain sense of disgust.

This person's innate appearance is very good, is gradually long crooked, a look is a pair of fawning utilitarian face.

As soon as he saw Yang Zimei, he was talking about his troubles. In general, the house he had bought was obviously good in geomancy, and his neighbors were constantly promoted and made rich. However, he had been stagnant and even faced the danger of being suppressed.

He couldn't understand why, and doubted whether his family's crime had affected Feng Shui, which led him to do so.

Yang Zimei slightly frowned, listening to him spit stink finish a big conversation.

For such a person, she really does not want to help him.

However, due to professional ethics and integrity, since I have opened the door to do business, I can only come to all.

She followed him to the house where he lived.

It has to be said that the Fengshui location of the whole building is extremely good, and the builder should have found a geomantic master to arrange the array. The whole building is very auspicious.

In principle, the residents living here should be relatively smooth.

She followed Huang Jian up the seventh floor where he was.

The building was developed and built by Huang Jian's brother-in-law. Therefore, he left the best floor in Fengshui to him.

However, as soon as Yang Zimei entered his home, he immediately felt that the house was muddy and chaotic, the Qi machine was dead and the geomantic omen was completely defeated.

She looked around, all the home decoration is extremely good, there is no place that does not conform to Feng Shui.

She looked around in doubt, wondering why there was such an inexplicable decline in Feng Shui.

Just thinking about it, an old lady of about 80 years old, dressed in some shabby and dirty clothes, was standing on a walking stick with a broomstick at all. She came out of the room near the bathroom, her face was vegetable colored and her eyes were dim. Looking at Huang Jian's eyes, she felt a little timid.

Yang Zimei found that her crotch pants were wet, and the smell of wet urine came out. It seemed that she was incontinent.

Huang Jianyi saw her, immediately black face, disgusted ground scold: "you this old goods, have peed, can't even go to the toilet, you might as well die, don't in front of my guests in front of the son of a bitch."

"She is?"

When Yang Zimei saw him scolding the old lady so much, he asked later.

"She's my mother. She's a bit demented. She's incontinent. She's bored to death." After Huang Jian finished, he said to her with a smile, "master Yang, you are laughing."

Yang Zimei, with a straight face, did not speak.

At this time, the door opened, and in came a middle-aged woman with a slightly fat figure and a girl about 15 years old.

As soon as the middle-aged woman saw the old lady, she immediately started to scold her. What kind of old immortality, what old filth and so on burst out, and the girl even pulled the old lady into the room, then slammed the door, and said with disgust on her face, "I'm so dirty that I can't run around. I can't do it at home."

Looking at all this, Yang Zimei's fist slightly clenched.

Just now, she looked into the room where the old lady lived. There was a low, broken table with half a bowl of rice on it. The floor was dirty and the bed was like a garbage nest.

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