Song Qingyuan didn't expect Zhou to call her name, is this a lying gun?

How to answer? Song Qingyuan was silent.

"Yuan'er, you speak!" Zhou urged.

Song Qingyuan's gaze turned to Old Man Song.

"I'd like to hear what Yuan'er means, too." Old Man Song said.

Song Chengzhong, Song Chengyi looked at Song Qingyuan encouragingly.

It's all waiting for her to speak!

Song Qingyuan cleared his throat and raised his head, "Since everyone asked me to say it, then I will say it, this place is ...... It belongs to my grandparents and my grandmother. ”

The implication is that the name of the old man Song should be written on the title deed.

"Yuan'er!" Song Chengzhong shouted, "Think about it again......"

Song Chengzhong gave Song Chengyi a look on the one hand, and scolded him secretly; How did the second child teach the daughter, how to turn the elbow outward.

Song Chengyi's eyes were spinning, and he didn't see Song Chengzhong's eyes.

The afterglow crossed the air, intertwining with Li's eyes, and a touch of joy flowed in the eyes of the two.

I only heard Song Qingyuan continue, "We have already said that what is earned in each room will belong to each room, and the grandmother in the public middle school, it seems that the uncle and father have not taken the discussed matter to heart at all." ”

Song Qingyuan silently changed the concept.

"Master, there are no rules, in order to avoid such a dispute in the future, we might as well set up a written note, there is reason to follow, and there are words to follow." Song Qingyuan said calmly.

The heart is not so calm, a heart is pounding, always observing, the change of Old Man Song's expression.

The opportunity was so rare that she had to seize it.

Taking advantage of the confusion of the old man Song, he made a note, which was equivalent to having a document for the division of production.

Don't worry, you will have to argue over the family property in the future.

As long as she strictly controls Song Chengyi and the Li family, the future of the second room will not be bad.

Everything was silent in the air, except for the sound of breathing.

Time was slipping away little by little, and for a full quarter of an hour, no one said a word.

No one objected, no one objected! Old Man Song has been waiting, waiting for someone to stand up.

But no! Not a single one! Old Man Song was desperate for a moment, raised his head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said word by word, "Pen, ink, paper, inkstone!" ”

"Daddy!" Song Chengzhong hesitated.

A flash of joy flashed in Song Chengyi's eyes, "Dad, I'll go ...... now"

With that, Song Chengyi ran to the study, and in the blink of an eye, he held the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and put it on the kang table.

"Dad, I'll sharpen the ink for you!" Song Chengyi's hand quickly took out the ink inkstone and began to grind.

"Daddy! Grind it! Song Chengyi made a gesture of please.

Old Man Song glanced at Song Chengyi deeply, then turned his head and looked at Song Chengzhong deeply, Song Chengzhong was still wandering.

Old Man Song's gaze inadvertently swept over Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan suddenly felt a chill down her spine, and she could see that Old Man Song had a strong dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Do you understand what she means?

Old Man Song is not stupid, he just can't see it now, and he will figure it out in the future.

The opportunity is rare, she doesn't want to wait any longer, as for Old Man Song's dissatisfaction, there will always be a chance to smooth it out in the future.

Old Man Song did it in one go, and in a moment, the four documents were placed on the kang table.

"Let's take a look, if you are willing, sign it......" When Old Man Song said this, he still had some hope, hoping that his children would object.

Song Chengyi picked up one and unfolded it in front of Song Qingyuan, and Song Qingyuan quickly swept it.

The general meaning of the document is that each house is allowed to set up its own property, and at the same time, the property of the public middle school belongs to the old man Song and the Zhou family, and no one is allowed to fight the idea of the property of the public middle school.

No one may object to how the property of the public school is spent.

At the same time, the work at home, the three rooms are as usual, and the daily expenses are counted as the public.

When the heirs marry and marry, part of the public will be born, and the rest of the houses can be added as appropriate.

It is almost the same as what was agreed orally before, but the part of the property in the public middle school has become more favorable to the old man Song and the Zhou family, and it can almost be regarded as the private property of the two.

Song Chengyi happily signed his name.

Song Chengli glanced at Old Man Song guiltily, it is not right for his parents to be open-minded, but this document is also beneficial to the third room.

He is also a father, and he also has to plan for his children.

After the two signed, Song Chengzhong was still entangled, he was the eldest son, and his share in the public middle school would be indispensable in the future.

He can also save his monthly allowance to buy a field that belongs to a big house, one tael a month, twelve taels a year, and he can buy three acres of inferior land in a year.

It's just the second one......

Song Chengzhong quickly swept over Song Chengyi, and Song Chengyi was anxiously urging, "Big brother, what else do you want, write quickly!" ”

"Boss......" Old Man Song rekindled his hope.

Song Chengzhong gritted his teeth and wrote his name. Dick ...... Hope......

The light in Old Man Song's eyes went out again.

Since then, the names of the four documents have been signed, and the old man Song has put it away, and then put away the title deed, "Tomorrow, I will go to the patriarch to sign." The title deed will also be changed to my name. ”

With the patriarch signing as a witness, the matter was settled.

Song Qingyuan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's all go out......" Old Man Song waved his hand weakly.

When everyone heard this, they went out one after another, and their minds were also unstable and needed time to digest.

"Yuan'er, stay!" Old Man Song's voice rang out again, stopping Song Qingyuan, who had already stepped out of the door with one foot.

Song Chengyi, Li, San Lang, and the other people in each room looked at Song Qingyuan at the same time.

Song Qingyuan nodded slightly and closed the door of the upper room again.

At this time, there were only three people in the house: Old Man Song, Zhou, and Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan sat on the stool, Zhou leaned on the futon, and Old Man Song was still sitting on the kang table, without moving.

There was silence again, and after a moment, Old Man Song's voice sounded, "Yuan'er, you tell you the truth, did you design today's incident?" ”

What the? Song Qingyuan's eyes widened, what does this mean?

Hearing this, Zhou also changed his decadent posture, sat up straight and looked at Song Qingyuan in shock.

Song Qingyuan smiled bitterly, "Master...... Do you think ......?"

Snowfall in June, strange injustices through the ages! It's really none of her business!

"Master, I'm coming back with you, and I don......'t know anything about the family," Song Qingyuan explained.

"Master, I'm not a god, I can't predict what will happen at home......" She just took advantage of this incident and guided the direction of things.

But this purpose cannot be achieved without the nod of the old man.

In the final analysis, it was Old Man Song who agreed.

Old Man Song looked at Song Qingyuan's clear, sincere eyes, and his heart couldn't help but let go, it was not designed.

Although this granddaughter is smart, she is not so big as Bu, and when he enters the set, it may really just be a coincidence.

Old Man Song's dissatisfaction also decreased slightly, "Yuan'er, do you want to divide the production so much......

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