Chapter 771

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Yang Zimei handled the discharge procedures for song Xuan.

Song Xuan also had a set of old courtyard houses in the provincial city.

The Song family has been engaged in antique business for generations and has a lot of assets. Both in the provincial capital and in the capital city, they all have their own private houses.

The Song family's house is in the downtown area, but it is only in a corner. When you open the house door, you can see the small bridge and flowing water. The winding path is deep, which gives people the illusion of whether they were standing in the downtown just now.

"Mr. Song, I didn't expect that you would still have such a big house in a provincial city with an inch of land and an inch of gold. I really envy the dead. If you sell it, it will be worth at least 100 million yuan?"

Yang Zimei exclaimed.

Now, although the price of Guangyuan City is only 61 square meters, but in a few years, it has soared to 60000 square meters.

Such a house with an area of at least one mu is really a luxury, and the location is excellent.

"It's a legacy of our ancestors. It can't be calculated with money unless it's in a dead end." Song Xuan smiles slightly.

"So it is."

Yang Zimei holding ripples, Zhenzi pushing Xiaoqian, follow song Xuan in.

"Green plum has always wanted to live here, but she has not come here." Song Xuan sat down, a little sad.

Yang Zimei didn't know how to comfort him. He only said, "Mr. Song, everything will be OK. Then, you will live a happy life here with sister Qingmei and xiaopang."

"Little fat?"

Song Xuan asked her suspiciously, "who is xiaopang?"

"Your son." Yang Zimei found that she had made a slip of the tongue. Xiaopang was the name she used to call song Xuan's son in the previous generation. Now that no one else's son was born, she explained, "I think after he was born, he will be fat and fat, so I call him xiaopang, ha ha."

"Xiaopang is a good nickname." Thinking of his son, song Xuan was full of tenderness and melancholy.

"Mr. Song, do you want to see what your little fat will look like in the future?" Yang Zimei asked with a wink.

Song Xuan's eyes lit up, "can you figure out what my son looks like?"

Naturally, Yang Zimei can't figure out the appearance of his son, but she has seen xiaopang in her last life.

She also picked up the pen, extraordinary display of painting talent, xiaopang six-year-old appearance vividly painted.

Xiao Pang's facial features are similar to Lin Qingmei, but he looks like song Xuan.

Although he was young and plump, he could see the gentle wind early.

Song Xuan picked up the portrait and looked at Yang Zimei with tears in his eyes. Then he looked at Yang Zimei. "Xiaomei, I must be better. I can't let my son have no father. Please help me!"

Yang Zimei nodded at the sight of him.

Man, to overcome disease, in addition to the treatment of doctors, the most important thing is to rely on his own will to overcome.

Before that, although song Xuan's mouth wanted to be treated, the bottom of his eyes was filled with despair.

The purpose of Yang Zimei's portrait of xiaopang is to ignite the hope of his life.

Seeing that the effect was achieved, Yang Zimei was ready to start acupuncture for song Xuan.

The mobile phone rings, it is actually on the road to meet Antong Yang.

"Beauty, what are you doing now?"

Anton Yang's voice with a bit of frivolous ridicule.

"I'm busy. I don't have time to chat with you right now. I'm sorry. I'll call you after I'm busy. Bye."

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