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Chapter 71 Bullets(2/2)



Luo Qiu already has rich experience in dealing with crying people.

Father Song's sadness has been buried for decades, and it is better to block it than to block it, so letting him have a good cry and relieve the depression in his heart is the best way.

He had no intention of persuading the old man, and Song Haoran had no intention of comforting his father. As for the fifth uncle, the housekeeper, he probably had similar plans.

Song Tianyou's crying began to become quieter, then he breathed a sigh of relief and finally calmed down. At this time, Luo Qiu handed over a handkerchief.

Song Tianyou was stunned for a moment, then took it, wiped away his tears, and then smiled uglyly: "Very few young people would wear a handkerchief."

Luo Qiu smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I'm a bit unsophisticated, and using handkerchiefs is not so wasteful, and it's more environmentally friendly."

"You are a gentleman with words and words that are as gentle as jade." Father Song smiled slightly and suddenly said: "Can you give me this handkerchief?"

Luo Qiu nodded.

At this time, Father Song said again: "If you go to the front and add some incense, you have met your ancestors."

Luo Qiu follows goodness like a stream.

Father Song then said: "It's almost time, let's go have dinner."



In addition to filling our stomachs, eating often also means getting together. This is a good way of communicating emotions between people.

The Eight Immortals table, small hall, three people and four stools, seems to be missing one person, probably the niece Song Ying mentioned by Song Haoran.

"Grandpa, uncle."

Not long after Luo Qiu and the three of them sat down, a crisp and sweet voice came from the side door of the small hall.

She is still wearing a cheongsam suit with a very suitable cut, and the pink hair that people can notice at first glance. But because of the lighting, the pink seems to be a little bit purple.

The colors produce wonderful transformations and changes at different angles under the light.

Father Song pointed at the cheongsam woman and said, "This is Song Ying, my niece. This is Luo Qiu..."

Song Tianyou breathed out slowly at this time, "He is my brother's grandson and a direct descendant of our Song family."

The fifth uncle's heart trembled slightly. Although he had almost guessed it before his father took him to the mourning hall, and his subsequent words in the mourning hall also proved this point, it was the words of Father Song that were the most shocking.

Because Song Tianyou's words directly established Luo Qiu's position in the continuation of the Song family in South America...the eldest son and direct grandson.

Song Tianyou is a person who attaches great importance to traditional ethics and has not changed for so many years. Even though he single-handedly created a new Song family empire, he has never said that he is the head of the Song family in front of those closest to him.

Father Song said that this was his brother's thing and he just gave it to his brother to keep it for him and take good care of it.

Because without his brother, there would be no him.

"Song Ying, we have met."
Chapter completed!
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