Yang Yonghui hung up the phone and put away his phone.
The driving Jun Hyatt Tsubaki held the steering wheel in his hand, looked ahead, and asked seemingly casually: "Master Yang doesn't know Miss Dong Xiujuan" Yang Yonghui didn't bother to pay attention to his thoughts, and said, "I've seen it once, but I'm not familiar with it." ” "Oh" Jun Hyatt sighed and didn't speak.
But there was a twinkle in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
When the staff dormitory of Huarui Supermarket arrived, Yang Yonghui said thank you to Jun Hyatt and got out of the car.
At this time, it was not too late, and many supermarket employees were still chatting downstairs.
When Yang Yonghui saw it, they all greeted him with a smile.
Those colleagues, whether they know each other or not, all responded enthusiastically, and even felt flattered.
As for the luxury car and sports car to send Yang Yonghui back, even if they haven't seen it before, they have heard of it, and they have long seen it.
They were very puzzled, looking at Yang Yonghui's style, he didn't look like a flat-headed commoner.
Why do you want to be a warehouse manager in the "small" Huarui supermarket?
It's something like playing, experiencing life, or something The world of rich people is really incomprehensible.
The next day, in the morning.
Yang Yonghui drank coffee and ate foreign breakfast in a Western restaurant.
Opposite him was the young and beautiful Dong Xiujuan.
Sitting side by side with Dong Xiujuan, there was also a stunning woman who was also young.
This woman's appearance is extremely outstanding, even more beautiful than those female stars seen in TV and movies.
Dong Xiujuan, who is also a beauty, sat next to her, and was immediately shrouded in her light.
Among all the women Yang Yonghui has seen, only Zhao Shuyao can compare with her.
It's just that although the two of them are both top beauties, their temperaments are far apart.
If Zhao Shuyao is as gentle as the sister next door, then this woman is as noble and proud as a queen.
The friend Dong Xiujuan said on the phone was this extravagant beauty, Zhou Wanqing.
"Master Yang, Wanqing doesn't know what bad luck she has taken recently, and she always has all kinds of accidents.
Either you stopped in the middle of the car and broke down, or someone stole your handbag and wallet.
There are countless others who accidentally fall, or are hit by flying balls or something.
Master Yang, your magic power is boundless, can you trouble you to help my good friend solve this problem. ” Dong Xiujuan asked Yang Yonghui for help, and her words were sincere.
On the other hand, Zhou Wanqing was holding a glass of juice and drinking it elegantly, with no change on her face, as if the person she was talking about was not her.
Maybe people have excellent mental cultivation, and they don't worry about a lot of troubles.
Or maybe this big beauty doesn't put hope in Yang Yonghui at all, and doesn't think he can solve the problem for herself.
In Yang Yonghui's view, the latter is more likely.
"I just look at Feng Shui, not immortals, no mana" Yang Yonghui was talking when he suddenly stood up, stretched out his right hand, and held the crooked tray in the hand of the waiter walking by.
The waiter hurriedly helped up, and his heart couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you thank you, sir" Just now, a child suddenly rushed out of the seat, and the waiter's hand movements were inevitably deformed in order to avoid it.
If it weren't for Yang Yonghui's quick eyes, the tray and the tea on it would have spilled on Zhou Wanqing.
"Be careful."
Yang Yonghui patted him on the shoulder and sat down unconcernedly.
"Thank you."
Zhou Wanqing's voice was crisp, but the indifference in her tone did not change.
Dong Xiujuan shouted: "See, that's it, although so far, there have been no major accidents."
But if it goes on like this, I'm really worried that it will get worse. ” Zhou Wanqing waved her hand lightly and said, "Xiujuan, it's okay, isn't it okay for me." ” "That's good," Dong Xiujuan turned to Yang Yonghui again.
"Master Yang, do you see if it's Wanqing's family or Zu Er, what's wrong?"
casually mentioning the ancestral graves of other people's families, even if they are good friends, it is not appropriate after all, Dong Xiujuan hurriedly changed her words and vaguely past.
Yang Yonghui didn't answer, but just looked at Zhou Wanqing's unearthly face calmly.
The eye of the sky has already been quietly opened.
Zhou Wanqing frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.
Being stared at so unscrupulously by a man was extremely rare for her.
However, in the end, it was a good friend who came to him and tried to help him, and Zhou Wanqing was not easy to refuse.
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But in her heart, she still didn't think so.
What Yang Yonghui saw from the eyes of heaven was a little strange.
He has seen a lot of all kinds of silk threads, and combined with the actual situation, he has now found a little pattern.
Like Dong Wansheng's son Dong Jinzong, he was sick and was affected by the feng shui of the ancestral tomb.
And above his head, a thick thread of silk gathered from afar.
This proves that Dong Jinzong's physical discomfort is caused by external forces.
Although this "external force", except for Yang Yonghui, is invisible to others.
But just now Yang Yonghui observed Zhou Wanqing with the eye of the sky, and none of the surrounding silk threads were particularly numerous or dense.
In other words, the feng shui aspects related to the outside world tend to be plain and mediocre.
Neither good nor bad.
But this time, what made Yang Yonghui feel strange was that he not only saw the silk threads around Zhou Wanqing's body and in the space near here, but also saw a cloud of black gas on the forehead of this beauty.
Could this be the dark clouds covering the top and the black hall of the seal hall mentioned in the physiognomy?
Wait, that's not the point.
The point is, how does the function of the eye of the sky seem to have suddenly improved In the past, he could only see the various silk threads in the space that represented the meaning of feng shui, and at most, like Dong Jinzong, he could see the silk threads submerged above his head.
As for the situation where the thread is inside the human body, it is completely incomprehensible.
But today, the scene in front of me is obviously a different scene.
Could it be that Tianyan can not only look at feng shui, but also be used in physiognomy Yang Yonghui was uncertain, and Dong Xiujuan couldn't help but ask.
"Master Yang, what's wrong?"
Yang Yonghui was shocked and thought back.
As soon as the eyes of the sky closed, I saw that Zhou Wanqing's forehead in front of him was as smooth as the most precious porcelain, and the black just now was like an illusion and no longer existed.
"Miss Dong, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you.
I just looked at it, and Miss Zhou's bad luck was not caused by feng shui. ” Dong Xiujuan was stunned for a moment and asked, "It's not feng shui, that's why?"
How do I know I just know how to look at Feng Shui Yang Yonghui picked up the coffee, took a sip, and then said, "I can't say what the specific reason is."
If I guess, maybe Miss Zhou once accidentally ran into something bad, which caused her bad luck recently. ” "What do you mean by something bad?"
Dong Xiujuan felt a chill in her heart, thinking of ghosts, monsters, and the like.
Even Zhou Wanqing, who has always been calm, has a change in complexion
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