Chapter 508
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Yang Zimei hurriedly let go of the hand that was holding Long Zhutian, turned around with a smirk, and said, "Dad—"
Yang Qing looked at her, then Xia Mo and Long Zhutian, "Who are they?"
"Hello Uncle Yang, I'm Xia Mo, Zimei's classmate."
Xia Mo hurried forward and said sweetly, "And he's my cousin!"
"Hello, Xia Mo!"
Yang Qing, who was used to being the head teacher, unconsciously put on the face of the head teacher in the face of students who were the same age as his daughter.
Yang Zimei winked at Long Zhutian, indicating that he also expressed something.
"Hello, I'm Long Zhutian!"
After all, the other party is Yang Zimei's father, and Long Zhutian's expression and tone are very respectful.
"Hello, hello! I'm Yang Qing, Yang Zimei's father."
Yang Qing looked at Long Zhutian, and always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.
He would never have thought that his fifteen-year-old daughter would fall in love with a man ten years older than her, so he didn't think much about it.
"Dad, why are you here?"
To avoid embarrassment, Yang Zimei deliberately changed the subject.
"Well, delivery, someone in front of the store ordered a cake, I'll deliver it." Yang Qing raised the cake in his hand and said.
"Dad, give me the address and I'll deliver it for you!"
Yang Zimei reached out and took the cake from Yang Qing's hand, "Go back and help your mother."
"Are you free?" Yang Qing asked.
"available."
"Okay, this is the address." Yang Qing handed her a note, told her a few words, and then left.
Yang Zimei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his father's retreating back.
"Ha ha--"
Seeing her nervous look, Xia Mo laughed, "I thought you were not afraid of the sky, but you are also afraid of your father."
"That's natural."
Only love can be afraid.
She loves her father and doesn't want him to be sad because of her, so she is afraid.
She raised her head and looked at Long Zhutian with guilt: "I'm too young to introduce your identity directly, don't you mind?"
"I understand."
Long Zhutian reached out and rubbed her hair, "Let's go deliver the cake together."
"OK."
Yang Zimei replied happily, looking at Xia Mo, "Xia Mo, how about you?"
"its me--"
Xia Mo blinked and thought for a while, "I wanted to blackmail you for inviting me to dinner, but I'm not going to disturb the world of the two of you by making light bulbs. I'll go home to review, and you guys will slowly deliver the cake."
"Okay, see you at school tomorrow!"
"Die Zimei, you must go back to school for the exam tomorrow." Xia Mo urged.
"must."
Yang Zimei agreed.
Xia Mo waved away.
Yang Zimei didn't dare to walk with Long Zhutian's fingers, after all, City A was really not big as Xia Mo said.
According to the address, the two found the address of the owner of the cake.
As soon as she approached, for some reason, something resembling an incense burner was thrown from the inside and landed at her feet.
"Really, how can you throw things at will?"
Yang Zimei muttered and stretched out his feet to kick the incense burner to the side of the garbage dump, but suddenly found that the incense burner was covered with a faint golden aura.
Good magic weapon?
She bent over and picked it up from the ground like a treasure.
"Why are you picking up this garbage?" Long Zhutian was puzzled.
"Hey, good things are coming."
Yang Zimei blew the dust on the incense burner, took out a tissue and wiped it a few times, and found that it was actually made of brass. From the material and gas, it can be roughly recommended that it was brass from the Western Han Dynasty.
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