The Reborn Wife Duofu

Chapter 9 The Diary Is Missing
Lin Meiru didn't know what happened to her daughter, why she was hit on the head once, but she seemed to suddenly become smarter.The idea was approved, and from her tone, it seemed that a decision had been made and could not be changed.

"Songsong, Mom is not interfering with you. You should think about it carefully. It's not a place where ordinary girls can go, and you will suffer in the future." Maybe Yan Songsong's proposal was too sudden, which also made the car The atmosphere here suddenly became much duller.

Yan Changqing, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth this time. "Since she wants to go, it's also good to go to exercise. It's just that she must make a kiss with Leng Zhuo before she can go."

When Yan Changqing said this, of course he had his intentions.Because he knew that the art troupe that Yan Songsong was talking about had been with Leng Zhuo's 96th Division.Some special art troupes are transported with some troops.

Such is the case with the 96th Division where Leng Zhuo works.If Yan Songsong can join the art troupe, the young couple can slowly cultivate some feelings when they look down and see each other.

Yan Songsong did not expect that the scumbag father did not object to her joining the art troupe.Wouldn't it be another trick?

Seeing that Yan Changqing was no longer so aggressive, Yan Songsong felt that it would be better to give them a delay.Wait until I enter the art troupe before making other plans.

As for whether she could divorce smoothly, she was very sure, this time she decided to divorce Leng Zhuo in a peaceful way.That shouldn't affect her future.If she could, she would be nice to others. After all, she cheated others in her previous life, so she was embarrassed.

After making up his mind, Yan Songsong replied to Yan Changqing straightforwardly. "Dad, as for the engagement, I will make a decision after I meet Leng Zhuo himself. I don't even know whether he is tall or short."

"That's fine, but you have to remember what you said just now, and you can't go back on your word. Otherwise, I have a hundred ways to deal with you." Yan Changqing knew that his daughter, didn't she just like those singers and movie stars?This Leng Zhuo is even more handsome than those big stars, and with his status as a major general, he will definitely make his daughter with high vision fall in love with him at a glance.

But his last words were barely audible.But Yan Songsong with her sharp ears could still hear clearly, which made her slightly curl her lips.

She secretly decided in her heart that she must come out as a human being.Save her, her own father, has always looked down on her.

"You just agreed to Songsong, and Songsong really can't go there." Lin Meiru said worriedly.

Yan Changqing patted Lin Meiru's hand and said, "Don't worry about that. If she really goes, I have comrades over there, so I'll ask someone to take care of her. When your daughter grows up, you can't keep her by your side all the time."

Of course Yan Songsong didn't know Yan Changqing's plan, and he felt a little happier to hear that he agreed so readily.

The three finally returned home smoothly.

After returning home, Lin Meiru was in a bad mood. Of course, she went to her room to sulk. She didn't say anything, but it didn't mean she was really not angry.He saw Yan Changqing follow him into the room.

Yan Songsong is also inconvenient to follow, she knows that her mother must be sad today, but there are some things that it is not easy for her as a daughter to intervene.

Seeing that the door of the room was closed and hadn't been opened for a long time, and there was no sound from inside, Yan Songsong was relieved.Taking advantage of this time, she went to her boudoir on the second floor.

Open the door, everything that is familiar comes into view.Seeing that her room hadn't changed at all when she was a little girl, Yan Songsong couldn't help but get hot eyes.

Everything is the same as in the impression, nothing has changed.She never dreamed that one day, she could go back to the past and see everything before.

Almost all the memories of her childhood and adolescence are recorded here.The textbooks she read when she was a child are neatly placed on the bookshelf.She used beautiful origami to make thousands of paper cranes.A wind chime folded from a corner of a banknote, decorated with many beautiful glass beads and small shells, hangs in the middle of the room.When the wind blows, there is still a nice sound of tinkling bells.

The books she has read and the calligraphy notebooks she practiced are all neatly placed there.The most spectacular thing in her room is the pile of discs as high as a hill.

These albums were put together by her in different categories. Male singers, female singers, Hong Kong and Taiwan, and Mainland are all clearly classified.She can sing almost every song here.

At that time, she was so obsessed with pursuing these things, and when she came across a new song that just came out, she would listen to it a dozen times with fascination.Her sense of music is very good. Generally, after listening to a song several times and adding lyrics, she can sing the whole song.

She hadn't seen DVDs yet, but she had already started using tape recorders and cassettes, followed by a Walkman, and she bought stacks of discs back home.She has never worried about her pocket money.However, she lived frugally and turned all her pocket money into that thin piece.

After school, she is also the first to rush to the video store to find the latest songs.

The room was cleaned and the quilts were neatly folded, all thanks to my mother.

And in the second drawer next to the left hand, if she remembers correctly, there should be her diary lying quietly.

With great excitement, Yan Songsong opened the second drawer, uh, it was actually empty.

how come?
Where is my diary?

So she sat down and thought about it slowly, not missing a single detail.

After a while, Yan Songsong patted his head and laughed dumbfoundedly.It turned out that when she went out the day before yesterday, she put the diary in her schoolbag.The diary should be in the schoolbag downstairs and she didn't bring it up.

Yan Songsong has developed a habit of writing a diary since elementary school, so he treats this diary like a treasure.Occasionally, she will write down some small thoughts, or some strange knowledge and feelings.She is actually a sentimental person, not as rebellious as she appeared in front of her father.It doesn't look very cheerful like it did in front of my mother.

She usually writes down every detail in her diary when she has any thoughts, so her diary should not be lost.

Moreover, her composition is also the best in the grade. The teacher often uses her composition as a model essay and reads it to the students.

At that time, the classmates would cast envious eyes on her and praise her persistently.At that time, Yan Songsong felt that no matter how much he gave, he was still happy.

Hey, the bed is so comfortable! At this moment, Yan Songsong's whole body is lying on his bed in a large font, pressing his face tightly against the sheet, closing his eyes and expressing a sense of satisfaction.

Pale blue beach sheets with matching baby blue pillows.There was still some scent from her hair on the pillow, and these were her favorite patterns.

There are also wallpapers of popular male and female stars on the walls.The origami wind chime is gently blown by the wind, making a slight and pleasant sound.These are her golden childhood memories.

Now that she came back here again, her heart was still hot.

I don't know if Lin Meiru and his wife are in the room, busy with big monsters and small monsters, or they are busy hitting bases.In short, when Lin Meiru came out of the room, her expression was almost the same as usual, and the swelling on her face seemed to have disappeared a lot.

Except for a little more crimson on her face, there was nothing unusual about it.

It seems that Yan Changqing is very good at coaxing his wife.

Hearing the sound of the downstairs door opening, Yan Songsong immediately jumped off the bed, peeked downstairs secretly, and saw that her mother had come out, so she ran downstairs too.
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"I'm sorry, Mr. Leng, I failed to complete your task. That female classmate was discharged from the hospital at noon. It's Gu Le who is useless. Can you punish me?" Gu Le said extremely nervously, the moment he lowered his head, he secretly He glanced at the cold man in front of him.

It wasn't long before Gu Le was assigned to Leng Zhuo as an orderly, so he couldn't figure out his temper.

Seeing such an expression on his face, Gu Le couldn't help but feel nervous to death.

And Leng Zhuo sat there with a straight figure, like a javelin.When he looked at Gu Le, Gu Jing was silent. Although he didn't show any dissatisfaction, there was an invisible sense of pressure.

(End of this chapter)