Chapter 772: Hope of life

Yang Zimei handled the discharge from Song Xuan.
Song Xuan also has a set of old courtyard houses in the provincial capital.
Their Song family has been engaged in antique business for generations, and they have rich assets. Whether in the provincial capital or the capital, they have their own private homes.
The Song family's house is in the middle of the city, but it's just one side. Opening the door of the house, the small bridge flows, and the winding path is deep, giving people the illusion. Did you just stand in the downtown just now?
"Mr. Song, I didn't expect that in the provincial capital with a lot of land and money, you actually have such a big house, and you really envy the dead. If it is sold, it is worth at least billions?"
Yang Zimei admired.
Although the house price in Guangyuan City is only 6.1 square meters, it will soar to 61,000 square meters in a few years.
Such a house with an area of ​​at least one acre is really extravagant and has an excellent geographical location.
"This is left over from ancestors. Unless it is a dead end, you can't use money to calculate it." Song Xuan smiled slightly.
"So too."
Yang Zimei was holding the ripples, Zhenzi pushed Xiaoqian and followed Song Xuan in.
"Qingmei always wanted to live here, but I didn't have time to bring her over." Song Xuan sat down, feeling sad.
Yang Zimei didn't know how to comfort him. He only said, "Mr. Song, everything will be fine. At that time, you will live happily with Sister Qingmei and Fatty."
"Chubby?"
Song Xuan asked her in confusion, "Who is this fat?"
"Your son." Yang Zimei noticed that she had lost her words. Fatty was what she called Song Xuan's son in the last life. Now that his son has not been born, he explains, "I think he will be fat after he is born If he is fat, he will call him fat, "he said.
"Xiaofa is a good name." Thinking of his son who was about to be born, Song Xuan was full of tenderness and melancholy.
"Mr. Song, do you want to see what your chubby looks like in the future?" Yang Zimei blinked.
Song Xuan's eyes lit up, "Can you figure out how my son looks?"
Of course, Yang Zimei couldn't figure out what his son looked like, but she had seen a fat man in the last life.
She also picked up her pen, and used her drawing skills to draw the chubby six-year-old figure vividly.
The chubby facial features look a bit like Lin Qingmei, but his look is like Song Xuan.
Although young, with a fat face, the gentle wind can be seen early.
Song Xuan picked up the portrait, looked in tears for a while, then looked at Yang Zimei, "Little eyebrow, I must get better, I can't let my son have no father, please help me!"
Seeing his fighting spirit renewed under his eyes, Yang Zi nodded.
Man, to overcome disease, in addition to the doctor's treatment, the most important thing is to rely on his own will to overcome.
Earlier, although Song Xuan's mouth wanted treatment, the eyes were filled with despair.
Yang Zimei painted him a portrait of chubby, that is, he wanted to ignite the hope of his life.
Seeing that the effect was achieved, Yang Zimei was ready to start acupuncture for Song Xuan.
The phone rang, and it turned out to be An Dongyang on the road.
"Beauty, what are you doing now?"
An Dongyang's voice was a little frivolous.
"I'm busy, I don't have time to chat with you for the time being, I'm sorry, I will call you when I'm done, bye."