Song Zheng looked around, he has never been a hypocritical person, although this kind of thing is scary enough for anyone to happen, but since it has become a fact, it seems that he can't go back, after all, he can't understand through this kind of tall and cutting-edge technology, so if something is struck by lightning, there is no need to "boom" in his head, or if he suddenly falls to the ground with something in his hand, there is no need to brush it out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At present, the most important thing is to see if there is any value that can be developed in this identity, at least in terms of living environment.

The results of the investigation made Song Zheng very disappointed, now this identity is a real sling, there are no heirloom antiques at home, and there is no martial arts cheats that can fly away after cultivation.

The old building in the eighties is one bedroom and one living room, but the location is not bad, in the third ring road, boiled for more than ten years, but it is worth a little silver, don't think about the deposit or something, the typical family has no overnight food, but, with his income, it is already very difficult to maintain the minimum living standard of the father and daughter.

Although he was a little disappointed, Song Zheng was a natural optimist, and he quickly threw that bit of negative emotions into Beihai.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth with his fingers, it wasn't that he was so poor that he didn't have a toothbrush, but he felt sick at the thought that that thing had entered someone else's mouth, even if that mouth was part of his current body.

Taking care of personal hygiene roughly, Song Zheng had time to think about eating, there were a few empty wine bottles and instant noodle bags thrown on a table, and the only thing that could be regarded as food was the little steamed bun residue on the table.

Looking at the time, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was obvious that Song Ning was hungry, and he couldn't wake up Song Zheng, so he ate the cold steamed buns that were left over at an unknown time.

Alas~~~~~~~~

Song Zheng, who has always been optimistic, couldn't help but sigh, not for his future days, but for his daughter, this child is like a father like him.

After looking in the kitchen for a long time, I finally found half a bag of dried noodles, and there was actually an egg, which was a big surprise, and the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar were complete.

Song Zheng can cook, and his skills are very good, in his last life, when he first arrived in Hengdian, he was not familiar with the place and had no work to do, so he could only follow the crew to do odd jobs, or work in a small restaurant in Hengdian.

Originally, I wanted to play a little bit and use food to pull in the relationship with my daughter, but unfortunately the conditions did not allow it, so I could only make a pot of noodles and reimburse the egg.

It didn't take long for two bowls of noodles to come out, Song Ning had been standing honestly, not even daring to move, compared with children of this age, under the weight of life, it was difficult for her to experience the fun of childhood, and she seemed a little precocious.

"Miaomiao!

Song Ning didn't speak, she pushed a chair that an adult was sitting on and walked over, and then tried to climb up with difficulty, but she was too short, shorter than children of the same age, and the chair was too high, so she didn't climb up after a long time.

After Song Zheng found out, he leaned over and picked her up, put her on the chair, and was about to speak, but saw Song Ning looking at him with wide eyes: "What's wrong? Miaomiao!"

Song Ning lowered his head, looked at his hands, and whispered for a long time: "Dad has never hugged me!"

Belch~~~~~~~~~

If Song Zheng stood in front of him before, Song Zheng would definitely throw a set of tiger fists over without reservation, what kind of father should this be!

He laughed dryly and rubbed Song Ning's little head: "Okay! Didn't you just say that you were hungry?

As he spoke, he handed the spoon to Song Ning: "Eat it yourself, no problem!"

According to Song Zheng's understanding, even if a four-year-old child can eat it by himself, in most cases, especially noodles, which require some skill to eat, they still need to be fed by adults.

When he handed over the spoon, Song Zheng was actually expecting Song Ning to let him feed it, but the little girl didn't say anything, she took the spoon directly, put it aside, picked up the chopsticks from the table, and ate it with a snort.

The children of the poor are in charge of the house!

Song Zheng was a little disappointed, and also picked up the bowl and ate, he was really hungry, he didn't know how long he had been hungry before, he ate half of the bowl of noodles, and then he felt a little warmer in his stomach, and he had some strength all over his body.

"Daddy!"

"What's wrong?"

Song Zheng looked up, and was stunned for a moment, only to see Song Ning struggling to hold the bowl, and the chopsticks tossed the eggs in the bowl to the edge of the bowl.

Song Zheng smiled, but his mouth felt bitter, and his eyes were a little sour, so he tried to keep his smile and said, "Delicious food!"

After saying these three words, Song Zheng couldn't speak anymore, he was afraid that if he spoke again, he couldn't help crying, what a sensible child, how brute that bastard was before, so he was ruthless to abuse such a sensible little girl.

After a while, Song Zheng saw that Song Ning was still not moving, still struggling to hold the bowl, the weight of the bowl of noodles was obviously not something she could bear at her age, and her arms were trembling.

Song Zheng gritted his teeth, calmed down his emotions, and said, "If Miaomiao doesn't eat again, Dad will be angry!"

Song Ning listened, finally put the bowl back, took a small bite of the egg, and the fleshy little face was filled with a happy smile, this was the first time Song Zheng had seen her smile after waking up.

Maybe for this child, such an ordinary thing as eggs is very difficult and delicious, Song Zheng sighed in his heart, this child is obviously malnourished, except for the little face, there are not a few taels of meat on his body, and the wide clothes on her body look empty, as if a gust of wind can blow her away.

"Eat more!

When Song Ning heard this, he secretly glanced at Song Zheng, lowered his head and ate intently.

Song Zheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seems that there is still a long way to go to get closer to the relationship between father and daughter!

After eating this meal, I don't know whether it should be breakfast or lunch, Song Zheng is still sorting out what to do next, the top priority at the moment is to make money, just now he has carefully rummaged through the pockets of all his clothes, and only found more than 300 yuan in total, it seems that there is no need to worry about food for a few days, but what about a few days later?

You can still sing and make money in the nightclub, but that little income, if you want to improve the quality of life of the father and daughter, it obviously won't work, and the most important thing is that Song Ning is four years old, and she should go to kindergarten at this age, but obviously, the previous one didn't have this awareness.

Song Zheng doesn't want to be like this, since he has accepted Song Ning as a daughter in his heart, then he should give her the best life like he made up his mind in his previous life.

Daughters should be rich!

But in this situation, he wants to be rich, but how can he be rich!

Just thinking about it, Song Ning also finished eating, got off the chair, stretched out two small hands, picked up the empty bowl on the table, and walked towards the kitchen.

Song Zheng hurriedly stood up: "Miaomiao! I haven't eaten enough! Dad will give you Sheng, you ~~~~~~~"

Song Zheng froze, only to see Song Ning put the bowl into the kitchen sink and was looking back at him, obviously the child was planning to wash the dishes.

"No need for you, let's go play!

Song Zheng put away the bowl and chopsticks on the table, washed it quickly, and put it on the bowl rack, from beginning to end, Song Ning stood aside obediently, not moving, just looking at Song Zheng.

Song Zheng cleaned up, looked at Song Ning, and didn't say anything, today's incident had a big impact on him, and it is estimated that the same is true for the young Song Ning.

Let's hurry up and solve the livelihood problem!

When Song Zheng was washing the dishes, he had already calculated it, entered the house and changed his outfit, looking at himself in the mirror, this skin bag is very outstanding, about 1.85 meters tall, not strong, but his figure is very well-proportioned, and his appearance is very handsome, no wonder he can seduce Song Ning's mother, and provoke many ignorant little girls to die or live.

It's just that the hair has not been taken care of for a while, and it is a little too long, so I pinned the clip in my hand, picked up the razor, and was just about to shave, but I was sad to find that even the Nima blade was omitted.

Carrying the guitar on his back and going out, he saw Song Ning sitting in the living room with a broken sofa, holding a piece of paper, and he didn't know what he was stacking.

originally planned to leave Song Ning at home, but now looking at the child, Song Zheng felt unbearable.

"Miaomiao!"

Song Ning raised his head when he heard Song Zheng's voice, and was stunned for a moment before saying, "Dad! Come back early! There is no electricity at home, I'm afraid!"

Song Zheng once again complained to his heart, what kind of life is this Nima living, and said with a helpless smile: "Miaomiao! Go get dressed, Dad will take you out to play!"

Song Ning listened, instead of showing the excitement that a child should have, he looked like he had seen a ghost, and was stunned for a long time before he ran over with a smile, Song Zheng took the child into the house again, and searched for a long time before he found a suitable suit and put it on for Song Ning.

Dressed up, Song Zheng carried the guitar on his back and went out with one hand holding Song Ning's little hand.

Probably felt that Dad was a little different today, and Song Ning was a little bolder, tilting his head and asking, "Dad!, where are we going!?"

Song Zheng smiled at Song Ning and said, "Dad, take you to sing!"