Chapter 35

*When Yang nearly fell out of the bed, he was shocked.

"Song Sir, this Can't it be true? " His hands shaking with the check asked carefully.

Seeing Yang Qing, song Xuan was a little disappointed.

At present, the man was thin, rigid and weak. He looked like a typical rural farmer. He didn't look like he was pretending to be stupid. He really didn't understand how he raised such a smart and transparent daughter.

"Mr. Yang, it's true. It's made by Zimei's younger sister by picking up antiques." Song Xuan looked at Yang Zimei, who was standing beside him. He felt that there was a mature woman standing beside him.

when he blinked, what he saw was still a five-year-old girl with lovely flower head and big eyes.

His heart, in the pair of her eyes pupil, suddenly strong jump, produced some kind of strange emotion, let his heart a tight.

He didn't understand where his emotion came from. He said unconsciously, "Mr. Yang, I like your daughter very much. I want to rob her and leave her with me to learn antiques from me. Do you agree?"

"Ah?" Yang Qing looked at him in surprise. He also knows song Xuan's identity, because every time he comes to a city, he also likes to visit the antique market, see the freshness and join the fun.

Moxuan is the largest antique shop in a city. Song Xuan is not only the boss, but also a trusted and respected appraiser in the antique industry.

Such a big man should take his daughter as an apprentice?

Yang Zimei was also surprised.

In the last life, he didn't even glance at himself. On the contrary, she often set up a stall and watched him carefully identify objects. She thought that the middle-aged uncle was very stable and elegant.

Of course, he is not a middle-aged uncle now, because after 23 years, song Xuan is about 30 years old. He is tall and has a calm posture. His temperament has the unique elegance of a scholar and the shrewdness of a businessman.

From her 28 year old woman's point of view, this man is really good, especially when he bows his head to focus on identification.

Seeing how much money is made in the antique trade, she also wants to learn. Although she can see the quality of antiques, she does not know their value and origin. If she wants to mix in the antique trade, she must master it.

However, she has not fully mastered her master's metaphysics, and she does not know whether the fate of her family's destruction and death can be changed after six months.

She didn't want to leave her parents for too long when she didn't get through the disaster completely. Therefore, she said to song Xuan with gratitude, "Mr. Song, thank you very much for your kindness. I also want to follow you and learn more. I just hope this time will be one year later."

Song Xuan listened to her mature words. He looked at her for a while and nodded, "OK, I'll wait for you."

When he said "I'm waiting for you", his eyes, tone and expression were just like saying to his lover, with a kind of affectionate focus.

This makes Yang Zimei's heart, hidden under her five-year-old body, who has not yet experienced true love, slightly jumps, and her ears are red.

Seeing that her jade porcelain face was suffused with lovely red, song Xuan couldn't help but stretch out his hand, rubbed her soft black hair, and said, "well, I'm waiting for you!"

Yang Zimei's face reddened even more fiercely, dodging his hand.

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