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Den.

Mr. Song sat on the chair and looked at Song Qing'an in front of him: "Ah Jiu is here?" He paused slightly: "You want to marry her?" ”

Song Qingan pulled out a chair and sat down, raising his eyebrows slightly: "I thought you knew about this matter for a long time." ”

Mr. Song wasn't too surprised, and still had a flat look: "I just didn't expect you to remember seven years." He paused for a moment, and then continued: "I didn't expect that Song Qingjiu chose to leave with her mother, and you didn't even hold a grudge against her." ”

He seemed to recall: "I remember that you have a grudge, and the people who bullied you before were all suppressed by you one by one." ”

Song Qingan raised his head slightly and bent his eyebrows: "Ah Jiu is different." ”

Mr. Song raised his eyebrows with some curiosity: "Oh? ”

Song Qingan chuckled: "She calls me every day." ”

He was arranged by Song's father to go abroad, and his contact information was all changed, and he didn't know how much effort Ah Jiu wasted, so he managed to find his contact information and called him one by one a day.

He also secretly went to see Ah Jiu.

His Ah Jiu left the Song family all of a sudden, although there was still the living expenses given by the Song family, but in the end, the quality of life had dropped a lot, and her mother was not in a normal state, and the housework at home fell on her.

How could his Ah Jiu do these things, she should be served by others, as long as she was in charge of being glamorous.

He hired a nanny and asked her to recommend herself to Ah Jiu's house for a very low price.

Mr. Song was a little silent, and after a while, he stood up and said, "Go down, your mother's whispering with her should be finished." ”

Song Qing'an followed him, and suddenly said loudly: "I will marry her, and your opinion will not cause any hindrance to me." ”

Mr. Song didn't speak, but when he was about to reach the staircase, he suddenly paused and said in a low voice: "Song Qing'an, you are four years younger than her." ”

"That's not a problem." Song Qing'an's expression was calm.

Mr. Song seemed to smile: "Song Qing'an, have you forgotten, how old are you now?" His voice was clear: "If you want to marry her, you have to wait for four years." ”

Song Qing'an seemed to be a little silent, and then after a while, he said in a low voice: "No." ”

"Huh?"

"There is still half a year." His voice seemed to have a faint smile: "Just prepare for the wedding, do the wedding first, and then go to get the certificate." ”

Mr. Song paused for a long time before frowning and asked him, "When did you change your ID information?" He paused for a moment, and then sighed, "I don't know, you've thought everything through." ”

He walked downstairs and smiled at Shen Jiu.

Shen Jiu stood up and bent down slightly to Mr. Song, and called softly, "Uncle." ”

Mr. Song bowed his head slightly, then sat next to Mrs. Song, and showed a gentle smile at Shen Jiu: "You can change your words." ”

Shen Jiu was slightly stunned.

Mr. Song sighed softly again: "When I adopted before, I didn't call my parents, but now I do." ”

Shen Jiu looked at Song Qing'an, Song Qing'an sat beside her, raised his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Ah Jiu won't embarrass me, right?" ”

Shen Jiu pinched the soft flesh on his waist hatefully, then raised a smile and called softly, "Dad, Mom." ”

Song Qingan raised his head and kissed Shen Jiu's cheek, and his voice was smiling: "Really good." He rubbed Shen Jiu's cheek again, and then looked at Mrs. Song and Mr. Song: "Then let's discuss the marriage date?" ”