"It seems that Wei Ting really cares about you." Zhou Peng raised his head to look outside and suddenly said this.
"What?" Su Meng was puzzled. She followed Zhou Peng's line of sight to look outside, but there was no one outside the door.
She turned her head to look at Zhou Peng. Seeing that he continued to eat as if nothing had happened, she shook her head helplessly.
She was more and more suspicious of whether Zhou Peng had really been possessed. When there was an opportunity, she would definitely help him take a good look.
"Mr. Zhou, are you really here just to thank me?" Taking the food from Guo Xiang, Su Meng looked at Zhou Peng and asked.
"You are indeed smart. You can even sense it."
"The Feng Shui Master Competition will begin in a while. I came to ask if you want to participate. After all, the entry requirements are very strict. Ordinary feng shui masters are not qualified to participate." Zhou Peng elegantly picked up a piece of braised pork. He put it into his mouth.
Su Meng: "..."
"I want to think of a way to register myself." Su Meng did not intend to tell him that she had an invitation letter. She did not trust Zhou Peng. In addition, she did not want to get too close to Zhou Peng. This person always gave her a feeling of being unreliable.
"That's good. However, there is one thing that I would like you to keep a secret for me. Do not tell anyone that my health has improved." Zhou Peng and Su Meng looked at each other. When he said this, the joking expression on his face was gone. Instead, he had a serious look on his face.
Although he didn't explain the reason in detail, Su Meng immediately understood what he meant.
It wasn't easy to be in a wealthy family. Thinking about herself, she had only married into it back then, but she had died without a burial place in her previous life. Someone like Zhou Peng, who had been born into a wealthy family since he was young, especially when he had been cursed since he was young, knew that someone didn't want him to live. At the very least, they didn't want him to live well.
No wonder Zhou Peng would come personally. This was a clear warning.
"Don't worry. We have the obligation to protect the privacy of our guests. We won't tell anyone about this," Su Meng promised Zhou Peng.
Hearing her promise, Zhou Peng's face wore that smile again.
After eating the last mouthful of rice, Zhou Peng put down his bowl and chopsticks. He praised, "This rice is really good. I hope I'll have the chance to eat it again next time. Elder Guo, do you mind if I come often in the future? Your tea skills are better than many tea masters."
"The deal is over, and you still want to come?" Su Meng couldn't help but glare at Zhou Peng.
"Sure. As long as you're Miss Meng's friend, we welcome you at any time. You can come over whenever you want." Guo Xiang ignored Zhou Peng's change of expression and casually replied as if he didn't hear the warning.
"Then, Junior won't stand on ceremony," Zhou Peng replied respectfully, as if he wasn't the one who had changed his expression just now.
His impression that day was indeed good. Zhou Peng was indeed temperamental. He had changed his face a few times in such a short time. His face wasn't red and his heart wasn't beating. This person was too dangerous.
No one spoke anymore. For a moment, the atmosphere was a little awkward. Hong Si and Guo Xiang treated Zhou Peng as if he didn't exist, and their expressions were normal. Su Meng, on the other hand, lowered her head and ate silently. In her heart, she was thinking about how to keep a distance from Zhou Peng in the future. She didn't want to be too close to such a person.
Fortunately, in the next few days, Wei Ting and Zhou Peng did not appear again. Su Meng had a few days of leisure.
In these few days, she took orders to earn money while learning feng shui knowledge from Guo Xiang. Although she had almost grasped the basics, Guo Xiang had lived most of his life and had encountered many strange things. Su Meng did not even let go of such things. She was determined to squeeze all of her master's knowledge dry.
It was not until the day before the Feng Shui Master Competition that Su Meng received a familiar phone call. The caller was Sheng Qiu.
"Master, you are really my savior!"
As soon as she picked up the phone, Sheng Qiu's loud voice came from the other side before Su Meng could say anything.
"Don't be so dramatic. Your matter is nothing. It can be solved even if someone else comes." Su Meng opened her red lips slightly and humbly spoke.
"No, no, no. Master, you're too modest. I'm not the only one who benefited this time. Because of you, that piece of land is now a treasure land of feng shui. Several feng shui masters hired by investors said the same thing. Then, before the residential area was finished, other plans were launched."
"Because of the heat of the land, more than half of the houses have been sold. You're practically a god!" Sheng Qiu was so excited that his voice was trembling.