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Yang Zimei quickly released the hand holding the dragon day by day, and turned back with a smile: "Dad --"

Yang Qing looked at her, then at xia Mo and long Tiantian, "are they?"

"Uncle Yang, I'm a classmate of Zi Mei, xia Mo."

Summer foam quickly sweet voice of the front way, "and he is my cousin!"

"Hello, xia Mo!"

Yang Qing, who is used to being a teacher in charge of a class, faces a student as old as his daughter unconsciously.

Yang Zimei winked at the dragon day by day, indicating that he also had some expression.

"Hello, I'm dragon day by day!"

After all, the other side is Yang Zimei's father, and the look and tone of dragon are very respectful.

"Hello, Hello! I'm Yang Qing, Yang Zimei's father. "

Yang Qing looked at the dragon day by day. He felt that something was wrong, but he said it was not right.

He never thought that his 15-year-old daughter would fall in love with a man ten years older than her. Therefore, he did not think much about it.

"Dad, why are you here?"

In order to avoid embarrassment, Yang Zimei intentionally digs the topic.

"Well, express delivery. Someone ordered a cake in the shop in front of me. I'll deliver it." Yang Qing raised the cake path in her hands.

"Dad, you give me the address, I'll send it for you!"

Yang Zimei reached out and took the cake from Yang Qing's hand. "You can go back and help mom."

"Are you free?" Yang Qing asked.

"Free."

"Well, here's the address." Yang Qing gave her a note, told her a few words, and then left.

Looking at his father's far away figure, Yang Zimei Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ha ha --"

seeing her nervous appearance, xia Mo laughed, "I thought you were not afraid of heaven and earth, so you were afraid of your father."

"That's natural."

Only love, will be afraid.

She loved her father and didn't want him to be sad because of herself, so she was afraid.

She looked up at the dragon with guilt and said, "I'm too young to introduce your identity directly. Do you mind?"

"I understand."

Long reached out and rubbed her hair day by day. "Let's go and deliver the cake."

"OK."

Yang Zimei happily responded to the way, looking at the summer foam, "summer foam, how about you?"

"Me --"

xia Mo blinked and thought, "I wanted to blackmail you to invite me to dinner, but I still don't want to disturb your world. I'll go home to review, and you can slowly deliver cakes."

"OK, I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Dead child eyebrow, you must go back to school for examination tomorrow." Summer foam admonishes a way.

"Certainly."

Yang Zimei agreed.

Xia Mo waves away.

Yang Zimei did not dare to walk with the dragon, after all, a city is really like xia Mo said, really small.

According to the address, they found the owner's address.

As soon as I approached, I didn't know how. I threw something like a censer from inside and fell at her feet.

"Really, how can you throw things like this?"

Yang Zimei murmured, stretching his feet just to kick the censer to the garbage heap, but suddenly found that the incense burner was covered with a light golden gas.

Good weapon?

She bent over and picked it up from the ground.

"Why pick up this rubbish?" The Dragon did not understand.

"Hey, hey, good stuff."

Yang Zimei blew the dust on the incense burner, took out a paper towel and wiped it. He found that it was made of brass, which can be roughly recommended from the gas. It is brass from the Western Han Dynasty.

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