Chapter 854 Good Uncle (2)

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Zeng Tianhua has a certain blood relationship with her, she can only deduce so much, and can't go any further.

It seems that she has to quickly find an opportunity to help him resolve this bad luck.

"Uncle, do you believe in divination?"

Yang Zimei asked from behind, trying to test his attitude towards fortune-telling.

"I've never believed in that kind of feudal superstition, Niuniu, you are also a reader, you must believe in science, don't be like my granddaughter, shouting about constellations and tarot cards all day, it's just a fool."

Zeng Tianhua was a materialist who studied Marxist philosophy before, and he was extremely resistant to superstition.

"Uncle, this Xuanmen Taoism has been circulated in China for thousands of years. There must be a reason for its existence. Otherwise, so many people would not believe it."

Yang Zimei said.

"People believe it, but they just want to have peace of mind in times of adversity. They are all ignorant thoughts. Niu, don't believe in such deified things."

Zeng Tianhua warned.

Yang Zimei smiled wryly.

This is her profession, she can't help but believe it.

Uncle is so repulsive, she has to think of a way to let him wear the magic weapon she will give him in the future.

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The car returned to the front of the Song family house.

"Uncle, this is it."

"Here?" Zeng Tianhua stopped the car in confusion, "The Mr. Song you said is Mr. Song here? Is Song Zhe still alive?"

"Song Zhe? Who is it?"

Yang Zimei asked in confusion.

"Isn't this Song Zhe's house? Who is Mr. Song you're talking about?"

"Song Xuan."

"Song Xuan? Xiao Xuanzi?" A sudden realization appeared on Zeng Tianhua's face, "It turned out to be Song Zhe's son. I saw him when he was a child."

"Uncle knows Mr. Song's father?" Yang Zimei couldn't help but sigh again that this world is really small, and there are wonderful connections between people.

"Well, we used to have a good relationship, but later Song Zhe and his wife went back to opening an antique shop in City A, and we gradually lost contact with each other. A few years ago, I heard people say that Song Zhe was dead. I've been sad for a while, but I never thought that his son would be your husband, it's really fate."

Zeng Tianhua nodded and replied.

"Oh, yes."

Yang Zimei jumped out of the car, and before ringing the doorbell, Zhenzi had already opened the door, bent over and called to her, "Master, are you back?"

"Um."

Yang Zimei nodded, pointed to Zeng Tianhua and said to Zhenzi, "This is my uncle."

"Hello, uncle!"

Sadako quickly stepped forward to salute.

"This is……"

Zeng Tianhua asked Yang Zimei suspiciously, "Why would she call you master?"

"Hehe, today is my birthday, we play a game, I play the master, she plays the servant, don't take it seriously."

Yang Zimei hurriedly explained.

For the time being, she didn't want her uncle to know her true identity, and hoped that she could be cared for by him and enjoy his long-windedness like an ordinary girl.

"So that's it. You are really a little girl. You don't pretend to be a master, but you have to pretend to be a master and a servant, which startled me. However, our Zeng family used to keep a lot of slaves, and they all called We, young masters and young ladies, serve us as masters."

Zeng Tianhua sighed a little, "It's just that the world has changed now, and everyone is equal. There is only an employment relationship, and there is no master-servant relationship."

"Haha." Yang Zimei smiled, it was even more difficult for her to explain the origin of Zhenzi.

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