Zhang Qi curtsied and said, "Father, my daughter wants to take Ah Lu." ”

At this time, she had already thought about it, she had been so silent all the time, she could only be ignored by everyone, and when she got married, maybe she couldn't even match a decent steward. She needs to come out in moderation.

Seeing that Zhang Shishilang had no choice but to respond, Zhang Qi raised his little face and looked at him with admiration, crisp and cautious, and called out distressingly: "Father, you, are you really Ah Qi's father?" Her eyes were filled with tears, her small lips trembled, and she looked desperate, but she couldn't believe she could have it.

Zhang Qi with this appearance has attracted everyone's attention. A black-skinned young man shouted, "Wow, Uncle Twelve, your sister-in-law is still pleasing to the eye." Zhang Qi, who raised her face, her beautiful and transparent facial features were undoubtedly revealed, which was easy to make people feel good.

Zhang Shishilang was originally a gentle person, but when he saw Zhang Qi like this, his heart softened, he looked at Zhang Qi gently, and said in a low voice: "I am naturally your father." ”

This time, as soon as his words fell, Zhang Qi had already run towards him in broken steps. She ran up to him, still looking up at her little face with admiration. Slowly, she tentatively reached out her little hand. At last, the little hand took his sleeve, and she held it very tightly, and the fingers were all blue and white because of the excessive force, but the expression on her face was so cautious, as if she was afraid, and her father was dissatisfied, so he swept her away.

Zhang Shilang's heart was sour, he rubbed Zhang Qi's hair with his right hand, and stroked the back of her shoulder with his left hand. Gently patted Zhang Qi on the back, he said in a low voice: "Good boy, is it the father who has made you suffer." Lowering his head, he looked at Zhang Qi, who was dressed as a servant, dressed in old clothes but cleanly washed, and his voice became softer, "Come, Ah Qi, follow my father." ”

"Yes." Zhang Qi leaned towards Zhang Shilang's arm like a kitten, and when she held him, she even rubbed it like a child, and in Zhang Shilang's eyes full of pity, Zhang Qi stretched out her hand to Ah Lu.

Ah Lu was already in a daze, and when she saw this, she hurriedly took a quick step. Zhang Qi shook her tightly before letting go lightly and motioning for her to follow. Zhang Qi hugged his father's arm intently, narrowed into a crescent moon, and there were tears in his eyes, but he smiled innocently and contentedly.

Zhang Shishilang also has several children, but how can a daughter treat him like this? At the moment, my heart softened into a ball of water. While letting Zhang Qi hold his arms, he smiled at the young people and said, "My idiot made you laugh." ”

A young man sighed: "Who in this world is not stupid? The reunion of the twelve uncles and daughters is really a blessing. ”

"Yes, this aunt is also a person of temperament, and her admiration for the twelfth uncle is really enviable."

In the voice of emotion, Xiao Mo suddenly said: "Your name is Ah Qi? Zhang Qi? The voice was so low that only Zhang Qi could hear it.

Zhang Qi shyly avoided his gaze and gave a low thanks.

Seeing that she seemed to be afraid of herself, Xiao Mo showed her snow-white teeth and smiled, he no longer looked at Zhang Qi, but accelerated his steps and walked into the crowd of teenagers.

At this time, my eyes lit up, but I walked out of the bushes.

Ahead, there was a crisp and happy giggle. Seeing that scene from afar, Zhang Qi gently pulled out the arm that was holding Zhang Shishilang.

At this time, Zhang Shishilang had already taken his attention away from her. When she pulled out, he didn't notice either.

At this time, a beautiful girl of the same age as Zhang Qi came running up, and her face turned red when she saw Xiao Mo at a glance. Glancing at him shyly and timidly, the girl blessed Zhang Shishilang and called, "Father." ”

Zhang Shishilang nodded and said, "Is it Ah Jin?" Let me introduce you, she is your ......" Speaking of this, he suddenly found that Zhang Qi was no longer by his side, so he turned around.

Pointing at Zhang Qi, who was two steps behind him, Zhang Shilang continued: "This is your sister, called Ah Qi. Ah Jin, you took her to meet your mother. ”

Zhang Jin raised her head, and on her beautiful and delicate face, a pair of her favorite thin and long eyes glanced at Zhang Qi with bones. With just one glance, she withdrew her gaze. Flattening his mouth, Zhang Jin responded a little unhappily: "Got it." ”

She stretched out her hand and beckoned, "Alan, come here and lead her to my mother." After solving this matter easily, she ran to Xiao Mo, raised her little face, looked at Xiao Mo with affection, Zhang Jin bit her lip, and called softly: "Xiao Lang, are you here too?" ”

Xiao Mo smiled and didn't reply. Zhang Shilang glared at this daughter, but he didn't blame, just nodded at Zhang Qi, and said softly: "Child, you go with this servant, and your father will come to you later." ”

Zhang Qi obediently curtsied and replied softly, "Yes." There was no grievance on her face, and like everyone here, she was really familiar with her identity. With an identity like hers, there is no right to grievance. In fact, Zhang Shishilang said that he would come to her later, and she didn't expect it.

As his identity as the second son of Zhang Fuyan, he is afraid that as soon as he turns around, he will throw his little illegitimate daughter behind. The children born under the matchmaking fornication, no matter which dynasty they are placed in, are not on the stage and are despised by others. This kind of contempt is deeply ingrained, and even biological parents cannot avoid it. What's more, is it still an era when the family is strict, and the distinction between the descendants is like the difference between heaven and earth?

However, what I did today still has an effect. Perhaps, when there is a need, he will still remember and pity this father when he mentions himself.

Quietly retreating, Zhang Qi took Ah Lu, followed the delicate-looking Ah Lan with his chin raised high, turned around and left.

Just as she turned around, somehow, she turned her head and looked at Na Xiao Mo.

This Xiao Mo seems to be a little familiar......

Just when Zhang Qi looked at Xiao Mo, Zhang Jin also looked here. Glancing at Zhang Qi's gaze, Zhang Jinqiao's face sank, pursed her lips, and hummed coquettishly: "Xiao Lang, that cheap girl is looking at you!" Being rejoiced by this kind of person, Amo is blocked. ”

Xiao Mo was stunned, he looked back at Zhang Qi. Zhang Qi, who lowered his eyebrows and was quiet and well-behaved, couldn't help but feel a pity in his heart. At that moment, he didn't look at Zhang Jin anymore and strode away.