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Because of a system error, Qiao Yanran received the memory again.
The information was shockingly simple, with only a simple name: Yang Qinglan, age six, and nothing else.
Qiao Yanran: ""
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She looked down at her short hands, walked to the window, stepped on the small stool, and closed the window of the room.
The cold wind was blocked outside the window.
¡°Tick tock¡ªit¡¯s exactly nine o¡¯clock in the morning.¡±
In a somewhat messy room, an electronic watch hangs on the blackened wall, making a mechanical time sound.
Qiao Yanran then realized that it was eight o'clock in the morning.
"But it's a bit gloomy today, and the room is still a little dark.
"Qinglan, Yumeng! Get up!"
Outside the room, there were knocks on the door, and then a thin middle-aged man walked in.
This is the original owner¡¯s adoptive father, Carpenter Yang.
Seeing that Qiao Yanran had gotten up, Yang Carpenter walked over and touched his little head, "Qinglan, you are pretty good today, so don't let the sun shine.
Yesterday, Aunt Zhang came to our house and said that she had a piece of land that was no longer being planted. It happened to be relatively close to our house and asked us to plant it.
¡°We¡¯re going to clean up the land today, and we¡¯ll be able to plant it in two days.
"Hurry up and wake up your sister. After we finish eating, we will go to the fields." "
Although Carpenter Yang¡¯s family had a piece of land, he was only allocated less than an acre of land back then, which was quite far away.
In this nearby land, you can grow some fruits and vegetables.
Qiao Yanran followed the direction of Carpenter Yang and saw Yang Yumeng, who was sleeping on the small bed covered with a quilt.
She walked over slowly.
Yang Yumeng was lying on a pure white blanket, her whole body curled up into a small ball, and her little face was still full of baby fat.
Qiao Yanran looked at her chubby little face and poked it with her hand.
? Tender and smooth.
Yang Yumeng¡¯s delicate nose wrinkled, her eyelashes as curled as black feathers shook, and she slowly opened her big almond-like eyes.
There was a layer of mist in her amber eyes, and she looked a little dazed.
Yang Yumeng stretched out her little fat hand, rubbed her eyes, grabbed one of Qiao Yanran's fingers, and said in a sweet voice, "Brother!"
"Why."
When Qiao Yanran was shouted out like this, she felt like her whole body was turned into cute by this little dumpling.
It¡¯s too much love.
"Mengmeng, wake up."
Qiao Yanran unconsciously softened her voice a little, for fear of scaring her.
"Um!"
Yang Yumeng nodded seriously and clumsily put on her clothes with her short hands.
Small fish balls: [¡¡]
When it saw this scene, the whole system was not very good.
How to do how to do?
"The god's father has now become a low-IQ child, and he is afraid that he will be fooled by Qiao Yanran, a vixen!"
This was obviously a hole he dug for Qiaoqiao, but now it¡¯s his father¡¯s head.
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It feels sorry for its father.
¡¾Didi Didi¡ª¡ªYang Yumeng's initial favorability is 25 points, and the current favorability is 25 points. Please Qiaoqiao keep up the good work. ¡¿
There was a hint of sadness in Xiao Yuwan¡¯s voice.
When Qiao Yanran heard Xiao Yuwan¡¯s announcement, she curled up her lips and reached out to lift Yang Yumeng, who was dressed, from the bed.
A small, soft one.
Qiao Yanran buried her head in her neck and smelled a milky and milky scent.
Well, Yang Yumeng likes to eat milk powder.
She is now six years old and has not yet been weaned. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com