Chapter 192 The Feng Shui Pattern That Leftover Women Shouldn't Have (1)

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As soon as Yang Qing saw her coming, it was as if he had found the backbone, the tension and anxiety on his face disappeared, and he watched the little white figure of his daughter slowly come to him.

"Niuniu, you're here, they—"

"Dad, don't worry!" Yang Zimei patted the back of his father's hand. Those black pupils, like the stars in the sky, looked around at the kneeling crowd for a week, and said lightly, "Get up!"

The bald-headed Guangxi was delighted, and the leader stood up from the ground. Although he was tall, he only dared to bend his body in front of Yang Zimei and did not dare to look directly at her.

His younger brothers also stood up. Some of the people who had been beaten by her in Xuanwu and saw her take action felt awe toward her, as if they were facing a killing god.

There were also some people who were not there that day. Although they only heard that Yang Zimei was very powerful, looking at her weak and weak little girl, they couldn't believe that she could play Xuanwu by herself, and kick all the bald-headed Guang and others on their knees. on the ground.

"I don't care about the past, you all go away!" Yang Zimei waved his hand.

"Yes." The bald-headed Guang was given an amnesty and hurriedly led people away.

As soon as they left, people from the surrounding shops also gathered around and asked about the situation, what happened, why the bald-headed Guang and the others came to the door to kneel and apologize, and they looked like they were afraid of Yang Zimei.

Yang Zimei smiled lightly, and didn't answer much, just asked them to take care of them, and then went to school.

When I came to the school gate, I met Murong Yan and Lan Zhiqing.

Seeing her, Murong Yan's beautiful face instantly darkened, she turned her face away, and pulled Lan Zhiqing to quickly detour away.

Seeing that she could take the initiative to take a detour and leave, Yang Zimei was happy to be quiet.

As long as she didn't provoke her, she wouldn't bother to care about a little girl like that, after all, she was Murong Yunqing's niece, and she didn't want to do it so badly.

"Zimei—"

Min Gang's voice and bicycle bell rang from behind.

She turned her head and saw him riding on the blue bicycle in white clothes. The golden light of the rising sun dyed his soft hair and reflected his sunny smiling face. It was very comfortable and made people feel happy.

"Min Gang-"

She smiled at him, "Good morning!"

Seeing her smile, the smile on Min Gang's face grew even stronger. He got off the bicycle and pushed her to walk side by side.

"By the way, Min Gang, can you give me your grandpa's phone number? I have something to ask him." Yang Zimei raised his eyes and looked at Min Gang.

"Um."

Min Gang nodded and reported his grandfather's cell phone number to Yang Zimei.

Yang Zimei remembered to call Min Yulin later and ask him if he usually thinks the peach wood sign is abnormal.

"Zimei, thank you, my mother slept soundly for the first time last night. She didn't wake up in the middle of the night. I saw her looking much better this morning, and she even sang." Min Gang said to Yang Zimei gratefully.

"That's good." Yang Zimei said lightly, but she smiled bitterly in her heart. Huang Jingxian is fine, but she herself has become a freak who absorbs the evil spirit. I don't know if it's a disaster or a blessing, at least for now. Nothing bad happened.

Min Gang looked at her little face, which looked paler than usual, "Did you not eat that ginseng?"

"I haven't eaten it yet, I still need to collect a few medicinal materials."

"What kind of medicinal materials do you need? You can tell me, as long as our family can buy it for you, we will try our best to help you." Min Gang said.