C137 Peach blossom tribulations (1/2)
”Noble person?” Zhou Xiaosang thought, she did not understand.
Fang Yang explained: ”The so-called noble person is the person with the most respect for their god. People who can help you when you're in trouble. ”
”Of course I know what you mean, I'm asking who you are.” Zhou Xiaosang rolled her eyes.
Fang Yang said with a smile that this was the third question, and said: ”How rich and noble is A Yin? Her body looked like a pine tree without a bend, and her spirit was filled with joy and serenity as she wrote good poems. If you keep an eye on such people, they are most likely your patron. However, there was a normal situation, and there was always the opposite. It might even be someone else. ”
”Then you didn't say? ”Hmph, it's obvious that I can't calculate it. I'm just putting on a show.” Zhou Xiaosang curled her lips. If she dropped the chain at the most critical moment, all the fortune-tellers would be the same.
Fang Yang laughed: ”This is all a matter of revealing my secret, if I were to say it, my lifespan will be shortened. See my white hair? This is the relationship between the heaven's will and spirit being leaked too much, and thus injuring them. ”
”I thought you did it on purpose? What exactly is going on? ” Speaking of Fang Yang's hair, Zhou Xiaosang frowned, feeling worried. Then, she started to scheme something in her heart. Since when did she start to care about Fang Yang, wasn't he a very annoying guy?
”Treat Shen Tong. We'll talk about it later. If these two questions were correct … Promise me one thing. ” Fang Yang said with a stern expression.
”After making such a huge detour, what's going on?” Zhou Xiaosang asked.
”Sequoia High Tech!” Fang Yang said, following that he spoke of his own plan, his expression serious.
After Zhou Xiaosang heard this, his brows furrowed. She thought for a long time before she spoke out: ”How confident are you?”
”99%!” Fang Yang replied.
”Alright, then I'll help you with this matter.” ”After I go to Songjiang River, I will contact Feng Zhiquan. You can rest assured.” Zhou Xiaosang said.
Saturday morning, Fang Yang went to the house of the mayor's secretary, Xin Ming. Entering the door, he saw that it was more than 80 square meters, and it was with a modern style, simple yet bright.
”Did you notice anything?” Xin Ming asked. Actually, he still had some suspicion in his heart, thinking, isn't everyone looking at Feng Shui a Old Man that's around fifty or sixty years old?
Fang Yang did not say anything and walked into the living room to take a look. Right opposite the door was a sofa and a tea table, on the table laid a fresh flower, looking at its vitality seemed to have just been bought this morning. Then, he looked at the trash can in the living room, there was a yellowed flower.
”A habit of raising flowers?” Fang Yang asked, and took out the flower vase.
Xin Ming quickly stopped her: ”I bought this in the morning. My wife likes flowers, so there will always be one like this at home.”
”In the future, as far as possible, don't raise flowers. If you like flowers, you can raise some plants. This is a rose you inserted, there was already the meaning of love, and with the use of a red vase, can be said to be love. It's also placed right in front of the door, it's hard enough not to look for you. ” Fang Yang shook his head, and then headed to his room.
Once he summoned his Golden Eye, the pink lines spread across the sky and gathered into the bedroom.
Fang Yang's face twitched when he entered the room. He turned to look at Xin Ming, thinking to himself that he did not expect Secretary Xin to be so passionate about this matter.
Xin Ming's bedroom was in the Pink Division, and upon entering the bedroom, there was a large bed on the right. At the end of the bed, there was a dressing mirror, and on the left were two gigantic french windows.
On the right was a wardrobe with a picture of peach blossoms on it. From one end to the other, it was like a blossoming peach blossom.
In addition, there was a round mirror on top of the bed, facing the bed.