Chapter 772 The Hope of Life
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Yang Zimei went through the discharge procedures for Song Xuan.
Song Xuan also had an old courtyard house in the provincial capital.
Their Song family has been in the antique business for generations and has a lot of assets. Whether it is in the provincial capital or in the capital, they have their own private houses.
The Song family's house is in the middle of the busy city, but it is only in one corner. When the door is opened, the bridge is flowing, and the winding path is deep, giving people the illusion that they were standing in the middle of the city just now.
"Mr. Song, I really didn't expect that in a provincial capital where every inch of land is so precious, you still have such a big mansion. I really envy the dead. If you sell it, it will be worth at least hundreds of millions, right?"
Yang Zimei praised.
Although the housing price in Guangyuan City is only 6,100 square meters, it will soar to 61,000 square meters in a few years.
Such a house that covers an area of at least one mu is really a luxury, and the location is excellent.
"This is left by the ancestors. Unless it is a dead end, it cannot be calculated with money." Song Xuan smiled slightly.
"Too."
Yang Zimei held Ripple, Zhenzi pushed Xiaoqian and followed Song Xuan in.
"Qingmei has always wanted to live here, but I don't have time to bring her here." Song Xuan sat down and said sadly.
Yang Zimei didn't know how to comfort him, so she only said, "Mr. Song, everything will be fine. Then, you will live happily with Sister Qingmei and Xiaopang here."
"Little fat?"
Song Xuan asked her suspiciously, "Who is Little Fatty?"
"Your son." Yang Zimei realized that she had made a slip of the tongue. Xiaopang was the name she used to call Song Xuan's son in her previous life. Now that her son has not yet been born, she explained, "I think he will grow fat after he is born. If he's fat, he just calls him chubby, hehe."
"Little Fatty is a good nickname." Thinking of his soon-to-be born son, Song Xuan's eyes filled with tenderness and melancholy.
"Mr. Song, do you want to see what your little chubby will look like in the future?" Yang Zimei asked with a wink.
Song Xuan's eyes lit up, "Can you still figure out what my son looks like?"
Naturally, Yang Zimei couldn't figure out what his son looked like, but she had seen Xiaopang in her last life.
She also picked up the pen, and gave full play to her painting skills, and vividly drew Xiao Chuan's six-year-old appearance.
Xiao Chuan's facial features look a bit like Lin Qingmei, but his demeanor is like Song Xuan.
Although he was young and had a chubby face, he could see the warm wind early on.
Song Xuan picked up the portrait, looked at it with tears in his eyes for a while, and then looked at Yang Zimei, "Xiaomei, I must get better, I can't let my son have no father, please help me!"
Seeing that the fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes, Yang Zimei nodded.
In order to overcome a disease, in addition to the doctor's treatment, the most important thing is to rely on his own will to overcome.
Before, although Song Xuan wanted to be treated, his eyes were filled with hopeless ashes.
The purpose of Yang Zimei's painting of the chubby portrait for him is to ignite the hope of his life.
Seeing that the effect was achieved, Yang Zimei was about to start doing acupuncture for Song Xuan.
The phone rang, and it turned out to be An Dongyang whom he met on the road.
"Beauty, what are you doing now?"
An Dongyang's voice was slightly mocking.
"I'm busy, I don't have time to chat with you right now, I'm sorry, I'll call you when I'm done, bye."
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