Chapter 389

Because of the system error, Qiao Yanran received the memory again.

The information is so simple that there is only one name: Yang Qinglan, who is six years old.

Qiao Yanran

All right.

She looked down at her little hand, went to the window, stepped on the bench and closed the window.

The cold wind was shut out of the window.

"Tick tick - it's nine o'clock sharp in the morning."

In a disorderly room, there is an electronic watch hanging on the blackened wall, which sounds mechanical time.

Qiao Yanran found out that it was eight o'clock in the morning.

But it's a bit gloomy today. There's still some dark in the room.

"Qinglan, Yumeng! Get up

Outside the room, there was a knock on the door, and then a thin middle-aged man came in.

This is Yang carpenter, the adoptive father of the original owner.

Yang carpenter saw that Qiao Yanran had already got up, walked over and touched his cerebellar pouch melon, "Qinglan, it's pretty good today.

Aunt Zhang came to our house yesterday and said that she had a piece of land that was not planted. It was close to our house. Let's plant it.

Let's clean up the land today and plant it in two days.

Hurry up and call up your sister. After dinner, we'll go into the field. "

Although carpenter Yang had a piece of land in his family, he only got less than one mu of land by himself, which was quite far away.

In this area, some fruits and vegetables can be planted.

Qiao Yanran's eyes follow Yang carpenter's direction, and he sees Yang Yumeng sleeping in a cot with quilt covered.

She walked slowly past.

Yang Yumeng was lying on a pure white blanket. Her whole body was curled up into a small ball, and her face was full of baby fat.

Qiao Yanran looked at her fleshy face and poked it.

Tender, smooth.

Yang Yumeng's delicate nose wrinkled, curled eyelashes trembled, and slowly opened a pair of almond like eyes.

Her amber eyes, covered with a layer of fog, the whole person is a little confused stare.

Yang Yumeng reaches out her fat hand, rubs her eyes, and holds one of Qiao Yanran's fingers. Her voice is milky, "brother!"

"Ah."

Qiao Yanran is so called by her, feeling that the whole person is going to be adored by this little group.

Too much love.

"Mengmeng, get up."

Qiao Yanran's voice unconsciously lightened a little, for fear of scaring her.

"Well!"

Yang Yumeng nodded seriously and put on her clothes clumsily with her short hand.

Xiaoyu Wan 】

when it sees this scene, the whole system is not very good.

What to do? What to do?

The LORD God father has now become a low IQ child, afraid to be fooled by Qiao Yanran, the fox spirit!

It's the hole it dug for Joe, but now it's on his father's head.

Whimper, whimper.

He's sorry for his father.

[diddidi - Yang Yumeng's initial liking is 25 points, and his current liking is 25 points. Please make persistent efforts. 】

in the voice of xiaoyuwan, there is Xu sketching that can't be loved.

Yang Yan puts on the clothes and hears the sound of putting them on the bed.

A little soft one.

Qiao Yanran buries the head in her neck's position, smelled a milk fragrant milk fragrant breath.

Well, Yang Yumeng likes milk powder.

I'm six years old now and I'm not weaned.