Chapter 853

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Zeng Tianhua has a certain blood relationship with her. She can only deduce so much, and can't go further.

It seems that she has to find a chance to help him resolve this bad luck.

"Uncle, do you believe in divination?"

Yang Zimei asked behind his back, trying to test his attitude towards divination.

"I never believe that kind of feudal and superstitious things. Niuniu, you are also a scholar. If you want to believe in science, don't be like my granddaughter, who yells about the signs of Tarot all day long, it's just a fool."

Zeng Tianhua was a materialist who studied Marxist philosophy before, and extremely rejected superstition.

"Uncle, after all, this metaphysical Taoism has been spreading in China for thousands of years. There must be reasons for its existence. Otherwise, many people would not believe it."

Yang Zi Mei Road.

"People believe it, but they want to have peace of mind in times of adversity. It's all ignorant thoughts. Niu Niu, don't believe in such deified things."

Zeng Tianhua admonished.

Yang Zimei smiles bitterly.

This is her major, but she can't help but believe it.

Her uncle is so exclusive that she has to find a way to make him wear the magic weapon that she will send him in the future.

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the car returned to the gate of the Song family house.

"Uncle, this is it."

"Here?" Zeng Tianhua stopped the car suspiciously. "Mr. Song you mentioned is Mr. song here? Is Song Zhe still alive? "

"Song Zhe? Who is it? "

Yang Zimei asked.

"Isn't this song Zhe's house? Who is Mr. Song you are talking about? "

"Song Xuan."

"Song Xuan? Xiaoxuanzi Zeng Tianhua's face suddenly realized, "it's Song Zhe's son. I saw him when he was a child."

"My uncle knows Mr. Song's father?" Yang Zimei can't help but sigh again that the world is really small and there is a wonderful connection between people.

"Well, it used to be a good relationship, but then Song Zhe and his wife went back to a city to open an antique shop, and we gradually lost contact. A few years ago, I heard people say that Song Zhe was dead, and he was sad for a long time. I didn't expect that his son would be your husband. It's really predestined."

Zeng Tianhua nodded and answered.

"Oh, yes."

Yang Zimei jumped out of the car. Before ringing the doorbell, Zhenzi opened the door. She bent over and called to her, "master, are you back?"

"Well."

Yang Zimei nodded, pointed to Zeng Tianhua and said to Zhenzi, "this is my uncle."

"Hello, uncle!"

Chaste son hurried forward to salute.

"This is..."

Zeng Tianhua asked Yang Zimei suspiciously, "how can she call your master?"

"Ha ha, today is my birthday, we play a game, I play the master, she plays the servant, don't take it seriously."

Yang Zimei quickly explained.

She did not want to let her uncle know her real identity for the time being. She hoped that she could be cared by him and enjoy his wordiness like an ordinary girl.

"So it is. You are really a little girl's temperament. What's wrong with you? You just want to play the master's servant, which scares me. However, our Zeng family used to keep a lot of servants. They all called us young masters and maids and served us as masters. "

Zeng Tianhua sighed, "it's just that the way of life has changed and everyone is equal. There is only employment relationship, and there is no relationship between master and servant."

"Ha ha." Yang Zimei smile, about the origin of Zhenzi, she is more difficult to explain.

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