The sky gradually darkened, Qingmang thought about it, and a place like the train station could make do with her to lie down for a while.

Song Yan saw that she had her own ideas, so he followed her beside her.

"Husband, you said I could go to school, when will I go!" Song Yan has always spoken in a crepe, and unconsciously Qingmang was also infected by him and called her husband.

"Wait for the opportunity."

"That'...... I don't care, you have to take care of my food every day! "Qingmang doesn't want to go hungry.

"No."

"I want to eat meat buns every day!" Qingmang blurted out.

Song Yan smiled, "It's up to you." ”

Qingmang was satisfied, as if this was the happiest thing in eighteen years.

In the waiting hall, Qingmang found a secluded waiting chair, and just about to sit down, Song Yan picked her up, let her sit on his lap, and hugged her.

This position is very comfortable, although he is a little cold, but it does not hinder.

Passers-by couldn't see Song Yan, all they could see was that the little girl was curled up and asleep in a strange position.

Qingmang quickly fell asleep, firstly because he was too tired, and secondly, his arms were too comfortable.

In the middle of the night, Qingmang suddenly felt a cold wind blowing in her ears, and she shivered and woke up.

"Well, get up and get to work."

The person under him stood up, and Qingmang could only stand up with sleepy eyes.

"If you want to go to school, do as I say."

Hearing this, Qingmang came to his senses.

A hand behind pushed her through the crowd, upstairs, and in front of the women's restroom next to the VIP room.

Song Yan stopped, "You go in, there's a wallet on the sink, take it out." ”

Qingmang went in as he said, and sure enough, there was a purse on the side of the sink, she picked it up and looked at it, and the letters "LV" overlapped on it.

"And then?" Qingmang came out and said to Song Yan.

"Go to the police booth and wait for the owner."

Qingmang went downstairs again and found the police booth with a twist and turn.

"To the police?"

"No, wait."

Qingmang was almost bored of waiting, and saw a man hurrying over.

"It's his, get his attention."

Song Yan is simply divine, yes, ghosts can be psychic.

"Hey, uncle, are you looking for this?" Qingmang simply shouted.

The man turned his head and ran over, his anxious expression turned into surprise, and his mouth said again and again: "Thank you, thank you!" ”

Then, he took out a stack of tickets and stuffed them into Qingmang's hand, but Qingmang didn't answer it.

"Say as I say." Song Yan's clear voice penetrated into Qingmang's ears.

"When the immortals enter the mountain, the baby is afraid of evil spirits, and if it is not cultivated, I am afraid that there will be a fear of life." Qingmang followed Song Yan's words word by word.

The man was stunned, and immediately stepped forward to take Qingmang's hand: "Master, since you can see it, save my grandson!" ”

Qingmang was shocked, and he couldn't shake it off.

"Since I can pick up my daughter's wallet, it's fate, come with me to have a look! I can afford to pay as much as I want! ”

"Promise him." Song Yan said slowly.

“…… Good. ”

As soon as Qingmang responded, the man immediately made a phone call, and a group of people rushed over after a while.

Qingmang was surrounded and boarded in a Rolls-Royce.

"Girl, this is what I mean by master."

A woman wearing sunglasses next to her, dressed in scent, glanced at Qingmang and slowly took off her sunglasses.

“…… Hello. Facing such a big beauty, Qingmang smiled a little embarrassed.

The woman seemed to be waiting for her to react, but Qingmang looked stunned.

The woman then put her glasses back on: "My dad said you're very good, I think it's okay to try." It's just that you'd better not pass on a word about me! ”