Chapter 25, it's not cute to know too much

Of course, this house is very different from what she showed people yesterday. Yesterday's house has not yet begun to be built, but it can only look at the land. Today, this house is obviously old, and several walls have peeled off, revealing the masonry inside.

The house has been empty for a long time, but it can be seen that someone has done a little repair and cleaning. At least there is no floating ash on the coffee table in the room, but there are still a few gray nets on the wooden raft. The trees in the backyard are lush, but the branches are slanted out, and you really need a gardener to be good**.

She followed Mr. He for a while, then went to the depths of the backyard, and then walked back. Although it's not very big, she thinks that there are at least seven or eight rooms. Mu Fangjin is enough to live alone. Just as she visited Mu Fangjin's new home and was about to turn around and walk back, Mr. He suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her back. Sir, stay!! Sir, stay--" He shouted a little anxiously, and his tone was a little higher. Mr. He, who realized that he hurriedly stopped, grabbed her and walked to the depths of the courtyard and the border covered by willows.

"Mr. He...?" I guess he had something important to say to her, and Xin Yi also obediently followed. When he stood down, he said, "What's the important thing?"

"Natural...natural!" Mr. He carefully looked around and made sure that there was no bird around him. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Sir...sir, you must..." He said, looking more panicked and looked around again. Then he took out a silver in his arms and pulled out a silver in her hand, which was just stuffed. After that, he may not feel that it is not enough, so he took out another one. Mr. He didn't say anything, but grabbed her hand holding the silver ingot tightly and looked at her silently. At the same time, Parkinson.

Xinyi understands in seconds.

But even if she understands it in seconds, as a fortune teller, she also has her own professional ethics. Xinyi calmly pushed his hand away, and then put all the silver ingots in his arms before touching the hair stubble on his mouth, "Mr. He... I'm afraid it's not good."

"Oh, sir, look, what is this? If you think it's not enough, I..." Maybe Mr. He just wanted to say, 'I still have it here' and patted his chest and smiled awkwardly - "I'll go back to get it."

"...No, no, that's not what I mean." Xinyi waved his hand, "I'm just curious. Didn't Mu Yushi live in your house before? Why did you suddenly move out again?"

Mr. He had a Xiang expression on his face, "Sir, you know that you have calculated for me from the beginning, but he has committed a villain - and isn't he a younger brother who has become a year old just a villain? Last time he lived in my house, you don't know how much right and wrong it caused. Now although I don't have anything to hold in his hand, I always feel unsteady in my heart!" Mr. He came forward and grabbed her wrist again. He was so nervous that his palms were sweating and wet. Xinyi hurriedly dodged, and then Mr. He gave up his hand resentmently. So I simply bought him a house to live in. I really can't think of a better idea than this, sir! Sir! So you must say something nice, and you can say whatever you want to say about this house!" He not only seemed to cry, but also wanted to kneel on the ground and kowtow to her.

"I also understand." Xinyi nodded, "But Mr. He, you should understand. Even if I give you advice, you have to know that I am a fortune teller, and there should be a bottom line for this thing--" As soon as she saw Mr. He start patting himself again as if she wanted to see if there was any money, she hurriedly took his hand and said, "No, no, no, no, I don't mean the money problem. She smiled awkwardly and said, "I just want to ask what the previous owner of this house... is the beginning?" She lowered her voice and whispered, "No... is it really a haunted house?"

"No, no, no... Where did you say that, sir?" Mr. He waved his hand repeatedly, "No matter how much I don't like Mu Xiandi, I can't deliberately find a fierce house to curse him, isn't it?"

Xinyi nodded: Mr. He is so afraid of ghosts. If this is a haunted house, he must know it. If he knows it himself, how can he accompany her around this big circle? That's right," she nodded. "I don't feel any unclean smell here either."

"That's nature, that's nature." He nodded and bowed attentively: "Although it is hard to guarantee that people have died in this house, this house is also an old house for decades. Who doesn't have a red matter, don't you think so?"

"Oh, that's right." She was a little curious and said, "But I think the house has been empty for a long time, but it seems that someone has been cleaning it?"

"Of course." He nodded, "This house was where my father-in-law used to live. Now my father-in-law's family has changed to a bigger house, and this house is left for my uncle to live in... A few years ago, my uncle went to the capital to be an official, and when he came back, he lived in his father-in-law's new house, and the house has always been empty. Occasionally, a few family can be sent to clean up, but it is indeed unoccupied for a long time.

"Then why... keep it and don't sell it?"

"Hey, my father-in-law's family is very rich. How can I care whether such a partial house is sold or not? I used to want to sell it, but I thought the price was low, so I couldn't make it. I also thanks to my wife for discussing with my father-in-law for a long time before reluctantly agreed to sell it to us. Mr. He patted his chest, "So don't worry, my father-in-law was born and raised here. How can he be a haunted house?"

She was also relieved to hear this, "I understand. I'll say something good to Mr. Mu later to reassure him." Xinyi said and stepped out of the trees, "Mr. Hehe, let's go back to find him first - scare!"

"What? The gentleman is discussing some whispers with Brother He. Why didn't you take me with him? Mu Fangjin shook the folding fan and walked slowly from the wall not far away, glenging at Xinyi, and looking at Mr. He, who was about to step out of the bushes. He was so scared that he stabs under his feet and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing his embarrassment, Mu Fangjin smiled kindly: "What's wrong with Brother He? Seeing me so nervous, isn't he saying bad things behind my back?" He shook the folding fan generously, "But it doesn't matter. No matter what Brother He says, I won't mind."

Are you sure you don't mind? Do you mind? Mr. He is almost scared to death by you [beep] there. How dare you say that you don't mind?

Anyway, the label of Mu Fangjin, the villain, could not be torn off for a long time. Xin Yi hurried up and said, "Mr. Mu, you are too worried. I'm just talking about the origin of this house with Mr. He."

"Oh? Speaking of origin, is it necessary to hide in this bush? The smile at the corners of his mouth was contemptuous and disdainful, "Do you want the cat to go to the corner in such a big open space?"

Xinyi looked at the shade just now, "No, no, Mr. Mu must have misunderstood us, just in the sun, thinking about the shade in the shade of the tree, and felt cool, so he went in to hide."

"Hide from the sun? Or hide from me?" He closed the fan and stared at the two of them.

"Ms. Mu, how much do you think you are?" She quickly changed into a flattering smile, "How can I hide from you? You are so loved to see a car with a flat tire... How attractive it is, how can I hide from you?"

Mu Fangjin was amused by this witty words and snorted: "Is this true?"

"Real!" ...That's weird.

At the same time, Xinyi rolled his eyes in his heart.

As soon as Mr. He saw the two of them standing there and staring at each other awkwardly, he hurriedly interrupted in front of them: "Oh, that... Sir, tell Mu Xiandi quickly, what's going on earth is this house?" After saying that, he also squeezed his eyes at Xinyi.

Xinyi was careful to understand and nodded hurriedly, "Munzi, you see, this house is full of pavilion..."

Mu Fangjin looked sideways and said, "Are you sure you're talking about the house?"

"Uh, I'm just an example, anthropomorphic by the way." She spoke quickly, stopped quickly, waved her hand and said, "I mean, the terrain of this house is flat, the foundation is solid, and the structural layout is very decent. Those who live in this house have their own blessing, can keep their family safe and safe, and welcome the door. She approached Mu Fangjin and said in a low voice, "Actually, living in this house can make you good luck and make a lot of money as a senior official. I don't tell him."

"Oh, right." Mu Fangjin's face was full of words 'I believe that you have ghosts', but he still agreed: "I didn't expect it to be a lucky house that has never been seen in a hundred years?"

"Of course." Xinyi stepped back and pushed Mr. He on one side. "The house Mr. He chose for you is really good."

Mu Fangjin looked at the two, with a fox-like smile on the corners of his mouth, but he no longer argued. So that's it. Thank you, Brother He. After saying that, he arched his hand. Sir, I'll take you out, too.

"It happened that I also went to the front to see if they had finished moving their things." Mr. He interrupted, followed the two, and walked in the direction of the gate. On the road, Mu Fangjin didn't say a word, but just walked forward and gently knocked on the palm of the other hand with his fan bone from time to time. Even Mr. He started talking several times, and Mu Fangjin was just a perfunctory 'um'.

Walking to the door, Mr. He continued to consciously become a supervisor. Xinyi followed Mu Fangjin out of the house and took a few steps out of the door. Then the man stopped and turned to look at Xinyi in front of him.

She spread out her palm very timely: "Son, I've tossed with you in such a big circle. If you don't need to do anything more, it's time to give money."

"Give...naturally give." He bent his eyes with a smile, and then turned his hand and put a small piece of silver into her palm. Sir, take your time, and I won't send it away."

Xinyi looked at the really shabby broken silver in his hand, was stunned, and then questioned it in the first half, as if he had been accused by migrant workers who owe wages: "Mr. Mu!! What about the agreed silver ingots!?"

"When did I talk to you?" Mu Fangjin tilted his head and was slightly surprised, "What did I say to you? If you say silver ingot, hasn't Mr. He already given it to you?

"...you...do you know it?" Seeing that the man nodded slightly and smiled cunningly, Xinyi was so angry that he couldn't wait to punch him up: Mu Fangjin! You bastard knows too much!!