When Meng Jiuan learned that this matter concerned his youngest daughter, the expression on his face became wonderful.
He first exchanged glances with his friend, and then his gaze fell on the piles of notebooks on the desk.
Finally, he spoke in a tone that was difficult to explain, "Could it be that these books were compiled with good intentions and then ghostwritten by someone else?"
It's not that he wants to slander his youngest daughter, it's just that his youngest daughter is too smart.
Smarter than his second father who has lived for more than 20 years.
If one day his little daughter stood in front of him and told him that she was actually his father, he would not find it strange.
Although the contents of these stories are really disgusting, if they were really compiled by his youngest daughter, he would definitely empty his family's savings just to support his daughter's career!
Thinking of this, Meng Jiuan clenched his fists and cheered himself up.
They were just a few books. He would keep them as treasures and when his little daughter grew up and got married, he would give all these books to her as a dowry.
After all, the entire capital city knows about the existence of these books. The worst that can happen is that both the father and daughter will be embarrassed!
Thinking of this, Meng Jiuan didn't feel so bad anymore.
Just when he thought he was mentally prepared, his friend's words completely froze him.
"Wangchen and I can both hear Shengyi's inner voice. You and I have a good relationship, so I'm sure you can hear it too."
"Wangchen and I have analyzed this, and we have concluded that Shengyi is not from this world, and we are not human."
"Now that we have found these books, besides trying to find out the final direction of this world, we are also trying to find out the date of her death as mentioned in Shengyi's voice."
Qin Songmo had never told anyone that his youngest daughter would die.
He was the first person to come into contact with his little daughter and hear what she was thinking.
He was also the first to realize that his youngest daughter would not live to be a hundred years old, but would die earlier than himself.
Even though they had avoided many dangers thanks to their little daughter's voice, he still didn't dare to gamble.
What if the younger daughter died not when Su Jinrou was still alive, but at some other time?
After listening to what his friend said, that he was not actually a living person, but a character in a storybook.
He seemed to be completely drained of energy, standing there in a daze, not even blinking.
It was not until Qin Songmo picked up the teacup at hand and made a rustling sound that he suddenly came to his senses and threw himself towards the man behind the desk.
The teacups were broken into pieces all over the floor, but luckily the tea had been there for a long time and was not hot.
Qin Songmo lowered his eyes to look at the hem of his clothes that was wet with tea. When he frowned and raised his head, he saw Meng Jiuan looking at him with red eyes.
"I'm not a human? No, that's not the point. I never thought about how long I could live."
"But what about Shengyi? She's so young, how could she die?"
"No, I'm going to bring her here now and tie her to my belt. It's too dangerous. She can't die!"
When Meng Jiuan thought about his little daughter dying, his heart felt like it was torn apart.
The cold wind rushed into the torn wound, and he felt a cold and painful sensation that he had not felt for many years.
I still remember the last time I had this feeling was when the Liao family was wiped out.
For so many years, he has been relying on revenge for the Liao family to keep himself alive.
Just when he was tired, a beam of dazzling sunlight suddenly shone down from above his head.
If his youngest daughter died, he really didn't know why he would live.
The eight-foot-tall, strong general burst into tears, and cried so miserably.
The whole study was filled with his cries.
Qin Songmo had a headache. He reached out and gently stroked his forehead, saying in a deep voice, "This is why I called you here."
"Now that Su Jinrou is gone, the content in the storybook rarely appears in Shengyi's heart. Even so, we still can't take it lightly."
"Changxiao, stop crying."
He had a headache from crying.
This was the scene Li Shengyi saw when he pushed the door open and entered the study.
Her second daddy, with his stick-out butt and tender face, was lying on the desk with his butt sticking up.
On his father's desk, there was a storybook called "Joy on the Couch".
It’s not her fault that she has sharp eyes despite being young, but rather that she had read the contents of the storybook, so she saw the title of the book at a glance.
This is a mysterious law of attraction.
As for the contents of the book...
Li Shengyi walked into the study room with the freshly made cakes from the kitchen in her hands. She coughed lightly and said, "Dad, what are you doing?"
At this moment, Meng Jiuan was still holding his friend's hand and refused to let go.
As soon as he saw his little daughter walk into the study and saw her delicate little face, he immediately cried even harder.
At the same time, he released his hand that was holding his friend's, got down from the desk, strode to his little daughter, and silently untied his belt.
Li Shengyi: ...
"My second uncle's third uncle's great-grandmother, what is Meng Jiuan trying to do? Why is he unbuttoning his belt in front of me?!"
[This is a lifesaver. My dad still has the book "Joy on the Couch" on his desk. It's the storybook about the love and hatred between the three of them. The final outcome is that the three of them...]
[Could it be that I am also part of their play? ]
The more I think about it, the more something seems wrong.
Li Shengyi swallowed her saliva. She withdrew her gaze from the storybook and saw Meng Jiuan tying his belt around himself.
[Are you going to hang me up so I can watch you three play? ]
Ever since his little daughter stepped into the study, a rare flash of panic crossed Qin Songmo's calm face.
He used his eyes to instruct Shen Wangchen to quickly put away all the books, and when he set his sights on his little daughter again, he saw that she had already tied her trouser belt.
And the excitement faintly revealed in my little daughter's voice...
I raised my hand and pinched the root of my nose, then I heard him say helplessly, "Changxiao, put down your kindness."
Meng Jiuan tied his little daughter around his waist with his belt. Hearing his friend's reproachful tone ringing in his ears, he immediately shook his head and said, "No, I want to stay with Shengyi all the time."
Li Shengyi had three question marks on his head, "Dad, what are you guys playing in the study?"
Why is this rhythm a bit confusing for her?
Isn't it a threesome play?
Faced with his friend's refusal to listen to his advice and his little daughter's confused eyes, Qin Songmo took a deep breath, stood up and walked in front of the two of them.
He bent down, carefully untied the belt tied around his little daughter, and then carried her to the soft couch in the study.
"Just now we mentioned Shengyi's marriage when he grows up. Your second father is reluctant to let you go."
Li Shengyi sighed, and looked around the study. She saw Meng Jiuan crying, and then she looked at Shen Wangchen who was busy packing things.
She narrowed her eyes and said, "I don't believe it, Daddy, you must be hiding something from me."
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