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let Xiaoqian and Xiaoqian stand in line, and Yang Zimei goes straight to the store, avoiding the eyes of those in the queue, and directly enters the store.

In addition to the two salesmen who sell peach blossom cakes to customers at the window, there is also a middle-aged man with abacus in the shop.

"Hello!"

Yang Zimei called softly.

The middle-aged man looked up in surprise, looked at her and said, "little girl, what's the matter? If you want to buy peach blossom cakes, you have to queue up outside. "

Seeing the middle-aged man in front of him, Yang Zimei was stunned slightly.

In addition to being a little more robust and fair skinned, the man was five points like his father, especially his slightly longer eyes.

Just in front of this pair of eyes, more than dad's spirit and more mature men's deep sex appeal.

but it's as like as two peas.

If two people stand together, people will definitely think that they are two brothers.

Yes!

Two brothers!

Yang Zimei thought of this, that heart moved!

My guess is almost 100% correct.

The people of Rong he Zhai are related to themselves.

"I'm not here to buy peach blossom cakes. I'm looking for your father."

Yang Zimei's direct way.

"To my father?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, "what's the matter with the little girl looking for him?"

Well, he has to meet

The middle-aged man looked at her seriously, and found that she had a serious look and didn't mean to be joking, so he stood up and said, "OK, you come with me!"

Yang Zimei looked back at the snow lake.

Snow lake nodded.

Yang Zimei himself followed the middle-aged man through the back door of Rong he Zhai and entered a big house.

"By the way, little girl, what's your name?"

The middle-aged man asked her kindly.

"Uncle, my name is Yang Zimei. My family all call me Niuniu. What do you call my uncle?"

Yang Zimei extremely clever sweet answer, so that the middle-aged man on her double, in the heart thought, if his daughter can have half of her, it will be easy.

"My name is Rong Qing."

The middle-aged man replied, "you can call me uncle Rong."

"Hello, uncle!"

Yang Zimei called again sweetly, but he was muttering in his heart.

It turns out that his surname is Rong?

Rong Zi Mei?

Hehe, it sounds good.

Rong Qing took her to the living room of the house and asked her to sit down.

"Zimei, have a cup of tea and wait. I'll go to the study and ask my father to come out."

Rong Qing made a pot of tea for her, then got up and went to the study.

Yang Zimei was holding a cup of tea, thinking that he was about to meet his long-awaited biological grandfather. He was a little nervous.

Is the real grandfather kind or stern?

Would he like himself, or would he hate an unexpected guest like himself?

I really hope that my father-in-law can dote on him as much as my uncle did to Zeng Hui, so as to make up for the regret that he lacked grandfather's love since he was a child.

At the thought of a city's grandfather Yang Bo, she really has a headache.

When I was a child, it was useless to scold myself and my sister every day.

When he grew up and had money, he used himself as a cash machine and even threatened himself with his love affairs.

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