Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 764 The Hope of Life
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Yang Zimei went through the discharge procedures for Song Xuan.

Song Xuan also had an old courtyard house in the provincial capital.

Their Song family has been running the antique business for generations, and they have a lot of assets. Whether in the provincial capital or the capital, they have their own private houses.

The Song family's house is located in the busy city, but it is only in a corner. When you open the door of the house, you can see the small bridge and flowing water, and the winding path is deep, giving people the illusion that they were standing in the busy city just now.

"Mr. Song, I really didn't expect that in the provincial capital where every inch of land is expensive, you still own such a big house. I really envy the dead. If you sell it, it will be worth at least hundreds of millions, right?"

Yang Zimei exclaimed.

Although the housing price in GY City is only [-] square meters now, it will soar to [-] square meters in a few years.

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

"This is left by the ancestors. Unless it is the end of the road, otherwise, it cannot be calculated with money." Song Xuan smiled slightly.

"Too."

Yang Zimei hugged Lianyi, Zhenzi pushed Xiaoqian, and followed Song Xuan in.

"Qingmei has always wanted to live here, but I don't have time to bring her here." Song Xuan sat down and said sadly.

Yang Zimei didn't know how to comfort him, so she just said: "Mr. Song, everything will be fine. When the time comes, you will live happily here with Sister Qingmei and Xiaopang."

"Little fat?"

Song Xuan asked her suspiciously, "Who is Xiaopang?"

"Your son." Yang Zimei realized that she had made a slip of the tongue. Xiaopang was what she called Song Xuan's son in her previous life. Now his son has not yet been born, so she explained, "I think he will grow fat after he is born. If you are fat, just call him chubby casually, ha ha."

"Xiao Pang is a good nickname." Thinking of his son who was about to be born, Song Xuan's eyes were full of tenderness and melancholy.

"Mr. Song, do you want to see what your chubby will look like in the future?" Yang Zimei blinked and asked.

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

Yang Zimei naturally couldn't figure out what his son looked like, but she had seen Xiaopang's look in her last life.

She also picked up a pen and used her extraordinary drawing skills to vividly draw Xiaopang's six-year-old appearance.

Xiaopang's facial features looked a bit like Lin Qingmei's, but his demeanor was like Song Xuan's.

Although she is young and has a chubby face, she can see the gentleness early on.

Song Xuan picked up the portrait, looked at it for a while with tears in his eyes, and then looked at Yang Zimei, "Xiaomei, I must get better, I can't let my son be without a father, please help me!"

Seeing the rekindled will to survive in his eyes, Yang Zimei nodded.

In order to overcome a disease, the most important thing is to rely on his own will to overcome the disease, in addition to the doctor's treatment.

Before, although Song Xuan's mouth wanted to heal, but the bottom of his eyes was full of ashes of despair.

The purpose of Yang Zimei's painting Xiaopang's portrait was to ignite his hope for life.

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

The phone rang, and it turned out to be An Dongyang who I met on the road.

"Beauty, what are you doing now?"

An Dongyang's voice was slightly teasing.

"I'm busy with things. I don't have time to chat with you right now. I'm sorry. I will call you when I'm done. Bye."

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(End of this chapter)