The real little one who was holding the letter paper was trembling all over. If she had woken up early in the morning and read this letter on the day she was sixteen years old, maybe she would have had a chance to catch up with the man who ran away in the middle of the night.

As soon as she thought of this, her hatred for Tang Qi became even clearer.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Zhenxiao jumped forward again and made up for the little dry wood that fell to the ground a few times.

And the treacherous man who ran away with money, he had better hide it well, and not be bumped into by her in the future!

Otherwise, you will never escape the torture of being stripped naked and hanging upside down on a tree!

The gaze returned to the letterhead.

At the end of the letter, there was a strange message, it seemed that Tang Qi also found it incomprehensible, so at this time, he could see that there were some question marks drawn on the paper by other kinds of ink.

"One day, my daughter is small, and she feels that her body is different, and strange things happen frequently (??? He quickly stood in the center of the inn hall and sang a song "Only the Second Father is Good in the World" in the direction of the cash cabinet. If you have forgotten the lyrics, the tips are as follows: 'There is only the second father in the world, the big father is an unscrupulous drop, the second father is handsome and chic, the second father is gentle and virtuous, the second father is a father and a mother, the little only knows the second father well, the gold fruit and silver leaf send the second father, the peach wine sends the second father, the beauty jewelry sends the second father, the wave in the waves, the waves in the waves, the waves ...... the waves' (what the hell is this?) Remember! The feelings when pronouncing words must be true, and the voice must be loud when singing! Otherwise, it won't work, right? (Lao Tzu bought such a ghost thing for fifty taels of silver?) I'm afraid the real boss is really crazy??? Tang Qi left a pen. ）”

I can't take it anymore!

Tear it apart!

Seeing the end, Zhenxiao almost tore the letter in his hand in half!

That unscrupulous father, he was embarrassed to mention that crooked song!

Zhen Erha, just used that strange tune to teach her to babble, so that she didn't learn to ask for milk before she began to praise her second father's goodness.

It's like a demonic method, ruthlessly poisoning her young heart!

Its impact is so far-reaching that to this day, she will subconsciously wave it at the beginning......

So since she was three years old and sensible, she never wanted to mention a word about that song!

Now that everyone is gone, she still wants to sing praises for him again?!

Phew!

Don't even think about it!

Although he said this, Zhen Xiaoxiao seemed to have forgotten the original intention of repairing the Zihuan family, forgot Tang Qi, who was knocked to the ground, pinched the letterhead in his hand, and subconsciously took steps down the mountain.

The real inn with a large shape and a small shape is still standing lonely in the wilderness outside Dongxiang County.

Although the stone path in front of the gate was mostly obscured by decaying grass because no one had stepped on it, it was unexpectedly ...... The roof tiles and beams are kept neat and tidy, as if someone was still taking care of them yesterday.

The fragrant bait soup has been licked up, and the insects that used to lie lazily in front of the house have long since disappeared.

Zhen Xiaoxiao stood in the center of the hall and looked in the direction of the cash cabinet.

Half a year ago, I used to stand there every day, greeting guests, and keeping money and accounts.

The male guy was in charge of running the hall, and the second father locked himself in the stove room, and only after the last dish was cooked would he wash his hands and come out to chat with the guests and drink tea.

Gradually.

There was a mist in Zhenxiao's eyes, and through the mist, the noisy and warm scene seemed to be real, the guests in Tsing Yi were drinking and throwing dice, and the white porcelain wine glasses collided together, making a pleasant sound.

But when the moisture in his eyes disappeared, all the memories of the past immediately shrank into the shadows of the wall with his eyes.

Only himself, still standing alone in the middle of the empty room.