Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

At this moment, he heard the biggest girl washing her clothes and singing——

"I am sailing.

home again 'cross the sea.

I am sailing stormy waters.

To benear you..."

Because separated by a certain distance, the innocent voice of the little girl came into Xin You's ears unrealistically.

But the familiar melody and lyrics made him shake all over, and he couldn't help getting up and walking towards the stream.

The closer you get, the more real you can hear——

"I am flying passing high clouds

To be with you

Tobe free..."

Finally heard clearly this time, Xin You suddenly became excited.

It's "sailing"!

The song that Ah Yin once sang for him at the beach! ! !

How sweet that night was, how painful and ridiculous it is to recall now!

Xin You clenched his palms tightly and asked aloud, "Who taught you this song??!"

The girl who was concentrating on singing was startled by the sudden voice behind her, she suddenly slipped and was about to fall into the creek.

Xin You was taken aback for a moment, and quickly grabbed her.

The girl looked at him in horror.

The other two friends were also taken aback.

"who are you?!"

"You are not from our place!!"

Xin You didn't care about the child's questioning, he stared at the singing girl with burning eyes, "Where did you learn that song you sang?"

How could a young girl in this backward and closed mountain village sing such a song?

Xin You felt that he might have found an important clue.

The girl's hand was held by Xin You, with fear written all over her face.

This uncle is tall, and his eyes are so big, he can't be a bad guy, right?

The little girl didn't answer Xin You's question, but instead shouted to the two little friends beside her: "Xue Li, Fanny, hurry up and call someone!"

Xin You was stunned for a moment, before he could react, the two little guys ran away, and soon disappeared.

Only then did he realize that he had frightened the child.

"Sorry to scare you." Xin You let go of the little girl's hand, trying to squeeze out a soft smile on his face: "Uncle is not a bad person."

But he has the appearance of an iron-blooded man, and such a smile looks horrifying.

The little girl's eyes became more defensive, and she rolled her eyes as if she was ready to run away at any time.

Xin You was helpless, it was really troublesome to communicate with children.

He sighed inwardly, and said softly to the little girl, "Tell Uncle, where did you learn that song?"