"Sister Qing'er, why doesn't my father recognize me? Does he not want me anymore?"

Xiaoping ran a few steps and noticed something strange about Wang Ling, and the child became a little suspicious.

The big eyes were full of grievance and longing.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and reached out her hand, gently caressing Xiaoping's head.

"It's not that your dad doesn't want you, he just misses you so much that he doesn't dare to hug you," she said.

Xiaoping tilted her head, not quite understanding what Yang Ruoqing said.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing had already taken Xiaoping's hand and came to Wang Ling.

Look at the poor man in front of you with encouraging eyes.

Wang Ling's whole body was trembling slightly, and the muscles on his face were twitching.

He looked at Xiaoping in front of him without blinking.

That look...

Yang Ruoqing had never seen such a look in her eyes.

Even though I am used to separation between life and death, I have already developed a heart that will not fluctuate easily.

But at this moment, her nose felt sour, and she had a contradictory impulse to cry and laugh at the same time.

"Xiao Ping! My daughter!"

Wang Ling leaned down and held Xiaoping tightly in his arms.

The man burst into tears.

The other people in the restaurant in the front yard were so shocked that they all looked over.

The only people who knew the situation of Wang Ling and his daughter were Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing.

Others only knew that Xiaoping was Wang Ling's daughter, but they didn't know the rough experiences between the father and daughter.

Now everyone was surprised to see their father and daughter hugging each other and crying bitterly.

I just feel that this man Wang Ling really loves his daughter.

Luo Fengtang came to Yang Ruoqing's side.

Seeing Wang Ling's father and daughter reunited, he was filled with joy.

He glanced sideways at Yang Ruoqing beside him.

I saw her nose was red and there was water mist in her eyes.

The corners of Luo Fengtang's lips curved into a gentle and endearing arc.

He raised his hand and pinched her red nose gently: "Silly girl, you are so happy and you still cry?"

She burst into laughter and gave him an angry look: "Are you happy?"

"Haha, I know." He said.

His girl is the softest.

"Let's go to the front yard and let Brother Wang and his daughter have a nice conversation," he suggested.

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily and was led by him to the front yard.

Everyone had a great time eating this dinner.

During the dinner, Wang Ling stood up and raised the wine cup in his hand towards Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

"Brother Fengtang, Qing'er, I would like to thank you for your kindness. Brother Wang would like to give you this glass of wine..."

Seeing Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing about to stand up, Wang Ling quickly raised his hand.

"You sit and I stand, you can bear it!"

As the man spoke, he raised his head and drank the wine in his hand.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, their eyes filled with emotion.

Everyone returned from this dust-cleansing feast enjoying themselves.

Xiaoping and Xiaoyin stayed with Yang Ruoqing, and from then on they helped sister-in-law Xiuzhu and Xiaoyu make tofu and take care of the housework.

…

"Fifth Uncle, Fifth Aunt, I bought this yard. From now on, you will live with me and treat this place as your own home."

Before going to bed, Yang Ruoqing came to the house of Bao Suyun and Yang Huazhou.

When they first arrived, they must have been a little uncomfortable.

She had to come over and chat with them.

Bao Suyun looked at Yang Ruoqing with a moved expression: "Qing'er, you are so thoughtful and have settled us so well!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and turned to look at Yang Huazhou beside her.

While she was talking to Bao Suyun, Yang Huazhou had been looking through the restaurant's purchase brochure.

It seems that Uncle Wu is not planning to take a break and will be back at work soon.

When her fifth uncle came to help her take care of it, she felt more at ease.

In this foreign land, she suddenly felt a lot more friendly.

Maybe it's because my relatives came over.

…

When I returned to my room, Xiaoyu had already come over holding a pillow.

I was waiting for her to come back to the house to sleep and chat together.

Yang Ruoqing's sharp eyes saw Xiaoyu wearing a blue silk flower on her head at a glance.

The texture of this silk flower looks good at first glance.

You can't buy it in ordinary shops. You can only buy it in higher-end rouge and gouache shops.

As for the price, Yang Ruoqing estimates that one flower should be around 20 yuan.

Based on her understanding of Xiao Yu, there is no way this girl would be willing to spend twenty cash to buy a flower to wear even if she was killed.

"Tell me, where did this flower come from?"

Yang Ruoqing blinked at Xiaoyu and asked with a smile.

Xiaoyu raised her hand and touched the silk flowers on her head, her face flushed slightly.

"What? I bought it myself."

she said.

He quickly picked off the flower and put it in his pocket.

With these expressions and actions, how could she escape Yang Ruoqing's vicious eyes?

"Haha, tell me, when did you buy it? How much did it cost? Which store did you buy it from?"

She stepped forward and asked.

Xiaoyu's face turned even redder.

"It's been a while since I bought it. It's the one at the top of the street. I don't remember how much it cost. Oh my, the flowers are getting old soon anyway..."

"Haha, you girl, you are not born to lie."

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

"This flower of yours is obviously brand new."

"You didn't wear it during the day before. You only put it on after dinner at night."

"Let me think about it, someone must have given this flower to you!" she said.

"No..." Xiaoyu defended.

Yang Ruoqing ignored Xiaoyu's excuse, tilting her head and biting her fingers, thinking about it.

"Obviously, this silk flower of yours must be the gift you received tonight."

"Tonight... our transportation team just came from my hometown. Could it be that the person who gave you the silk flowers is from the transportation team?"

"Uncle Chang Geng? Impossible!" Yang Ruoqing shook her head.

"Ah, I understand, Brother Baozi? Right?"

she asked excitedly.

Brother Baozi's real name is Wang Liang. He is the youngest son of Li Zheng in Changping Village. He and Wang Shuanzi are cousins ​​in the clan.

Last time Xiaoyu mended Brother Baozi's clothes.

Brother Baozi accompanied Xiaoyu to buy fish. When he heard that Xiaoyu had a stomachache, he went to get some medicine for Xiaoyu...

"Tell me, did I guess correctly? Brother Baozi gave it to you, right?"

Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Xiaoyu's face was so red that she could squeeze out water.

"What? Stop guessing. Brother Baozi and I have nothing to do!"

Xiaoyu quickly clarified.

"Then tell me, which mysterious figure gave you this flower?"

"Brother Yuzhu?"

Yang Ruoqing reported several more names.

Some are young men in the transportation team, and some are young waiters in restaurants.

Xiao Yu didn’t even express his opinion.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of something.

"Could it be...brother Ning Suning?"

I saw Xiaoyu's guilty, awkward, and slightly sweet look.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.

Is it really him?

It's really him!

Why did he send Xiaoyu silk flowers?

Could it be...

"What, you and Brother Ning are reconciled again?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Xiaoyu said: "What do you mean by reconciliation? We have always been friends."
Chapter completed!