When Yang Qing saw the 500,000 check, he was so frightened that he almost fell off the hospital bed.
"Mr. Song, this...can't be true, can it?" He asked cautiously with trembling hands holding the check.
Seeing Yang Qing, Song Xuan was a little disappointed.
The man in front of him was skinny, reserved and weak. He looked like a typical rural farmer. He didn't look like he was pretending to be stupid. He really couldn't figure out how he could raise such an elf-like daughter. of.
"Mr. Yang, it's true. Zimei's little sister made money from shopping for antiques." Song Xuan looked at Yang Zimei who was standing beside him, and suddenly had the illusion that the person standing beside him was an indifferent mature woman.
When he blinked, what he saw was still just a five-year-old girl with cute haircut and big eyes blinking.
When his heart met her pupils, it suddenly jumped strongly, and a strange emotion arose, which made his heart tighten.
He didn't understand where his emotions came from, and he said unconsciously, "Mr. Yang, I like your daughter very much. I want to win your love and keep her by my side, and learn antiques from me. I wonder if I agree?"
"Ah?" Yang Qing looked at him in surprise. He also knows about Song Xuan's identity, because every time he comes to city a, he also likes to visit the antique market to see what's new and join in the fun.
Moxuan is the largest antique shop in City A. Song Xuan is not only the owner, but also a highly trusted and respected appraiser in the antique industry.
Such a big man actually wants to take his own daughter as his apprentice
Yang Zimei was also very surprised.
In the last life, he didn't even glance at herself. On the contrary, she often set up a stall while watching him bow his head to seriously appraise objects, and felt that this middle-aged uncle was very stable and elegant.
Of course, he is not a middle-aged uncle now, because time went back 23 years, and Song Xuan was only about 30 years old.
From the perspective of her 28-year-old woman, this man is really good, especially when he bows his head and concentrates on identification.
Seeing that the antique business is so profitable, she also wants to learn. Although she can see the properties of antiques, she doesn't understand their value and origin. If she wants to make a living in the antique business, she must master it.
It's just that she hasn't fully grasped the master's metaphysics yet, and she doesn't know whether the fate of her family will be destroyed in half a year.
She didn't want to be away from her parents for too long when she hadn't fully survived the catastrophe, so she said to Song Xuandao in a grateful tone, "Mr. Song, thank you for your great love for me, I also want to follow Learn more from your side, but I hope this time will be a year later."
Listening to her mature and experienced words, Song Xuan looked at her with black eyes for a while, then nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you!"
When he said "I'm waiting for you", his eyes, tone of voice, and expression seemed to be speaking to his lover, with a certain kind of affectionate focus.
This made Yang Zimei's heart of an older young woman who had never experienced true love hidden under her five-year-old body jump slightly, and her ears turned red.
Seeing the lovely blush on her porcelain-like face, Song Xuan couldn't help stretching out his hand, rubbing her soft black hair, and said again in a strange way: "Well, I'll wait for you!"
Yang Zimei blushed even more, dodging his hand away.