Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

   Chapter 603 A potion (42)

  Wen Su behaved very well-behaved: "Hello, uncle."

   A few months have passed, and if you don't look carefully, you can't see the beast habits on him.

  Bai Zhongkai stretched out his hand to pick up the thing in Wen Su's hand, Wen Su took a look at Bai Tang before letting go.

  It should have been raining a few days ago, walking on the road, puffing.

  Wen Su carefully lifted the thing in Baitang's hand, but Baitang took it away.

  Bai Zhongkai looked at this face for a long time, feeling sore in his heart. His daughter was only thirty-five years old, but she was as old as fifty.

  He doesn't know, this is the situation after Baitang came and recuperated. The old woman has been playing tricks for more than ten years, and she has become much younger. On the contrary, the original owner is like an old woman.

   "Tangtang, you said... why did you marry so far away? You are too old."

Baitang said what the original owner once wanted to say but didn't say: "Don't you not like me? Then I have to marry far away so as not to hinder your eyes. If you marry close and have a bad life, you will Let me leave? Are you still persuading me to endure? Is it because I am not perfect enough?"

  The original owner didn't have much resentment towards her stepmother.

  It’s not easy to be a stepmother, if the discipline is strict, it’s easy to be said to be harsh, and if the discipline is not strict, you also say that you don’t want your ex-wife’s child to become a talent, and you are too kind to him.

  The original owner's stepmother also has old ideas.

  After the original owner became a mother herself, she didn't resent her very much. It is not easy to think that she married her when the original owner was two years old, and cooked for her and washed her clothes.

  Bai Zhongkai waved his hands hastily, he wanted to say that he was not like this.

  But I can't say it.

  When I was young, I didn't like this daughter. I thought she was soft-tempered and had poor grades. She wouldn't bow her head when quarreling and didn't want to see her.

  When you get older, your mentality changes. He looked at other people's IKEA IKEA, full of children and grandchildren, and Cheng Huan's knees, and only then did he feel that he was ashamed of his daughter.

   "Tangtang, Dad is confused, Dad did something wrong..."

  Baitang's eyes unconsciously slipped a tear.

   "Baitang..."

  Wen Su looked at her worriedly.

  Baitang shook his head at him: "That's not mine."

  Wen Su is a little confused, what do you mean it's not hers?

  Baitang seems to have said it several times?

  Back home, the stepmother brought a large table of dishes without saying a word.

  After the pleasantries, all the regrets and warmth, buried buried, and what has been carried on have also changed.

  When Bai Zhongkai turned around, his wrinkled hands wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and he turned around with a smile on his face.

  For some reason, I clearly saw my daughter, but she had the same face.

  Everywhere is the same, and it seems that nowhere is the same.

  He seems to have lost something forever...

  Bai Zhongkai didn't dare to think about it, he didn't want to think about it, and he couldn't believe the result.

  Baitang spent several months investigating the surroundings, and then started to carry out her plan.

  This is a small place. On the mountain, the soil is not fertile, and most of them are small terraced fields. They rely solely on planting crops. It's just a year of hard work, but the harvest is not big.

  The roads are not very accessible, and it is not convenient to travel.

  She noticed that there is a relatively long mountain **** culture here, and the legends and stories about mountain gods are even more precious.

  Baitang has done all the planning, her idea is to turn this place into a tourist attraction.

  There are probably many beautiful scenery in the world, and this place is not bad. His scenery is not empty, not limited to mountains and rivers. When the aftertaste of the style of writing is combined with the local customs and customs, that is its characteristic, and only with unique characteristics will it attract many people to go there.

  (end of this chapter)