"If you have a problem, let's talk about it together. ”

Li Shengnan's eyesight in both eyes was 1.5, and he could clearly see the whites of his eyes that were hidden in the gaps in his hair, and he knew that the child was peeking at her.

She firmly held her daughter's little hand, and repeatedly swore that she must be well, so that her family Bao'er would not fall into this pitiful field.

It's better to dig out her heart and liver directly!

Song Zhao was like a chicken grabbed by the neck, and he couldn't breathe.

He stretched his neck vigorously, and then he squeezed out a voice:

"Really, really?"

Li Shengnan smiled patiently:

"Really. Salute first and then soldiers, let's put the ugly words in front, and do things in the future according to the rules, so as to save more chaos. You can talk freely, and you can talk about anything you are not satisfied with. ”

Song Zhao always felt like something was blocked in his throat and eyes, and he couldn't suppress it even if he pressed hard, so he turned his head and coughed heavily, and he felt that it was not good.

But he didn't dare to delay any longer, for fear that after this village, there would be no such shop.

The light work of reading books for children and collecting money can be done by anyone, not to mention paying wages and taking care of food and clothes.

The little boy gasped and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"I'll do it! I'll do it if I don't pay for it! Just take care of the food!"

He thought he was roaring with all his strength, but he didn't know that his body was shaking like chaff at this moment, and his voice was not much louder than the cry of a mosquito.

But Song Ci heard it, and Li Shengnan saw it, and they all knew what he meant.

It's really not hard to guess at all.

Song Ci yawned and walked tired.

I really want to call my dad back. She would rather her legs be ornaments now, really tired, so sleepy.

"Well, that's settled. I'll write you a contract when I go back, and if you see it's okay, we'll press your fingerprint. You don't have to be afraid of defaulting on your debts, you can ask one of the captains to be the guarantor. ”

Song Ci yawned again as she spoke, tears were in her eyes, and she couldn't open her eyes. Worry-free Literature Network

Song Zhao was still trembling like a sheep, looking up at Li Shengnan, wanting her to say a word.

Or you have to ask the little girl's father, the family is usually the man in charge.

Li Shengnan tightened his daughter's hand, afraid that she would fall asleep at this time, so he raised his voice a little to disturb her sleepiness:

"My daughter is going to be a small boss? If your business is not good and you can't pay your salary, you will be deducted from your pocket money. ”

It's as if she has pocket money.

Song Ci was so sleepy that his little head was little by little, and he felt that the small leather shoes on his feet weighed a thousand pounds, and he muttered:

"Buckle it, buckle it, the money is a bastard, and if you don't have it, you can earn it, it's not a problem. If anyone carries me home to sleep now, I'll give him a hundred dollars......"

Song Zhao's eyes lit up!

But look at the little skirt on her body, it is as beautiful as the little fairy wears, and then look at herself, and honestly shut up.

Li Shengnan knew that his daughter was really sleepy, and he was so distressed that he couldn't do it.

Li Shengnan squatted down to carry Song porcelain, but he was still carrying a big bag of things in his hand, and he was too hard, as if he was holding his daughter with one hand, so he didn't dare to get up like this, for fear that he would fall her.

"Li Shengnan?"

A light flashed in the distance, and a shout came from neither high nor low.

Li Shengnan's nose was sour, and he almost cried.

"Song Chun'an!"

She maintained a squatting posture on the ground and shouted, and Song Ci behind her was already asleep on her back.

Song Zhao on the side subconsciously avoided the light, and waited for someone to remember, then stopped, and waited quietly with a big bag.

Song Chun'an's walking posture is a little strange, presumably because the soles of his feet are still hurting.

He walked over slowly step by step, first took a look at the poor servant, and the two big plastic bags that were full of old and dead eyes, sighed heavily, and squatted down resignedly:

"Give me my daughter. ”