"I'm X!"

Jiro burst into foul mouth again, and the spat star almost sprayed to the ground.

"In this way, these things not only have nothing to do with you, charity funds, and half a penny, but you also have to lose money and make money......"

"Help her exchange this box of valuables for silver, and then buy the things that the soldiers need and transport them to the border gate?"

Jiro's eyes widened, and he laughed angrily, whirring and blowing speechlessly, with a few strands of broken hair on his head.

Song Qingyuan shrugged, "That's it! ”

"You agree?"

Jiro looked over.

Song Qingyuan stretched out his white fingers and pointed to the box on the table, "What do you say?" ”

If she didn't agree, how did she bring back this box of valuables?

"Cow!"

Erlang nodded fiercely and laughed, "You have really become a good person, doing thankless things." ”

"Who says it's thankless?"

Song Qingyuan turned his head, looked at the incense burner behind him, and replaced it with another one.

"Donating materials to the border soldiers is in the name of my charitable foundation."

"Once this batch of items arrives at the northern border pass, all the soldiers will not sing the praises of my charity foundation."

"It's a bit of a struggle and a bit of worry, but once it's done, it can once again make a name for a charitable foundation."

"It's the first time to put good deeds into practice, so why not do it."

"Okay, you have ideas, but I can't talk about you."

Jiro nodded in resignation.

"If there is anything in the future, just say, I'll do it for you."

"So...... Trouble second brother! ”

While the brothers and sisters were talking, Aunt Yao instructed the kitchen to prepare the meal.

"Miss, second young master, second young grandmother."

At this time, Aunt Yao stood aside and reported back, "The fresh vegetables in the house have just run out, and I haven't had time to buy them yet, look at this ......"

"It's okay!"

Song Qingyuan and Shen Biqing shook their heads at the same time.

"It's late for us to come back today, it's this hour, just do some of it, pad it, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Then let's cook porridge!"

Jiro said directly.

"Okay, it's porridge."

Song Qingyuan and Shen Biqing nodded at the same time.

"Yes, the old slave will go and tell the cook."

Aunt Yao bowed down and turned around to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

I saw Song Qingyuan calling.

Aunt Yao turned around and asked, "What else is the matter, Miss?" ”

"Where's my dad?"

Song Qingyuan looked left and right, "Can you see the second master today?" ”

They have been back for so long, and the scumbag father has not appeared, Song Qingyuan feels very strange, this is too inconsistent with the character of the scumbag.

"The second master went out early in the morning, and he hasn't come back yet!"

Aunt Yao replied.

For this second master with sharp-beaked monkey gills and no one paying attention, Aunt Yao is very complicated.

really responded to that sentence, people should not be disgraced.

Several children of the Song family are so good, but their father ......

It's hard to put into words.

"I went out early in the morning......"

Song Qingyuan repeated, and his brows furrowed.

It's all parents who are afraid that their children will learn badly, but it's good to come to her, she has to worry about the scumbag father and the scumbag every day.

I'm worried that they'll go out and cause trouble.

Fear that they will be deceived.

Fear that they will make mistakes.

In a word...... She and the scumbag father, the scumbag fell out!

Song Qingyuan felt that she was very happy to have a girl like her who was worried about everything, a scumbag father, a scumbag mother!

But there are unconscious parents like a scumbag father and a scumbag, she ...... It's hard!

"Go tell the porter, and when the second master comes back, come and inform me."

Song Qingyuan's face stiffened, he didn't go home at night, it seemed that the scumbag father owed a lesson again.

As soon as the voice fell, the shouting sounded.

"Come on, hurry up and bring the master a bowl of well water."

"On this hot day, I am covered in sweat, which can heat a person to death."

Song Chengyi said as he fanned his collar and strode into the living room.

As soon as he entered, he was greeted by a burst of alcohol.

Song Qingyuan raised his eyes and saw that the scumbag's face was red at this time, as if he had drunk too much.

"Hiccup!"

Song Chengyi burped, looked at it, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Yo, daughter, son, daughter-in-law, are they all there?" ”

"Why don't you go back to sleep this big night?"

"So Dad knows it's getting late!"

Song Qingyuan seemed to smile, "Dad, this is drunk, but remember what time it is." ”

"Then why don't you remember......

Song Chengyi tilted his neck, "Isn't this the time!" ”

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Song Chengyi smiled, "Dad is not stupid, and he hasn't drunk too much, how can he even count the hours." ”

"Look at my daughter, I'll make fun of my father!"

"I didn't drink much......

Song Qingyuan said softly, leaning back on the chair and wrapping his hands around his chest.

"Since Dad didn't drink much, Dad will tell me, what are you doing today, why don't you stay home for a day?"

"Also, which friend did Dad drink with tonight?"

"Yikes!"

Song Chengyi exclaimed.

"What's the matter, my father was also tried, didn't I treat my father as a prisoner?"

"Yuan'er, dad told you, it's not right for you to do this!"

"As the saying goes, it's not good, a hundred virtues and filial piety ......"

Song Chengyi said, and when he looked up, he saw Song Qingyuan's eyes turned sideways, and he looked at him with burning eyes.

I suddenly sighed in my heart, and said secretly, it's over, being a petty official, I got carried away!

He actually forgot that her daughter is now the county lord of the second grade, and she is still the future lady of Zhenbeihou.

In terms of identity, in terms of status, they are all above him.

"Alas!"

Song Chengyi sighed.

He is still an ant under his daughter's hand, and he can step on it whenever he wants.

said that it was too late, it was too fast, and Song Chengyi's face changed instantly.

He smiled, raised his hand, and touched his chin lightly.

sneered, "Look at Dad's mouth, he squirts as soon as he drinks." ”

"If you say the wrong thing, the girl will definitely not bother with her father."

Song Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Song Chengyi saw it in his eyes and hurriedly explained, "Don't worry, my father, I'm smart!" ”

"I promise that I won't cause trouble for you, and I won't go to the Qinglou, go to the gambling house, and do something sorry for your mother."

"You won't bully people and oppress the people, just put your little liver in your stomach properly!"

"Really......"

Song Qingyuan put one hand on the table, tilted his cheeks sideways, looked at Song Chengyi, and motioned for him to continue.

"Ahem!"

Song Chengyi cleared his throat and swept his gaze over Aunt Yao.

Aunt Yao was already dumbfounded, since she came to this Second Master Song, she felt that the development of things was a little weird.

Why is her young lady like Lao Tzu, but this person who should be her father has become the one who is disciplined.

"The old slave went to urge the kitchen, hurry up and make the porridge."

After speaking, Aunt Yao fled and left the living room.

This second master Song is losing face, and he is also the master, not her subordinate.

After Aunt Yao left, Song Chengyi breathed a sigh of relief.

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