Mr. Xiao’s Unconditional Love

She is 42 years old. She has been raised by her own daughter for twelve years as adoptive parents and treated her as a child.

Seeing the elderly mother at the dining table personally fried lotus root boxes for her, Ye Qiao's appetite greatly increased and he ate three yuan. I remember that when I was young, I liked the New Year and Mid-Autumn Festival the most. In the era of scarcity of materials, I can only eat something good during the holidays.

They are always grateful to her, saying that if it weren't for her, Qiao Tian would probably have returned to his hometown to plant the land. Without her advice, their family might still be planting those acres of land...

The whole village is grateful to her.

But what about the previous life?

She dare not think.

That scumbag in the previous life, after leaving here, came back only a handful of times, and he failed to repay his adoptive parents...

"Old man, I think Jojo still has something on his mind!"

"I can see it too, do you want to call A Xiao?"

"A Xiao is so busy, it’s not easy to disturb him? I don’t know if it’s because of her cousin... She came back the day before yesterday, and when she saw me at the entrance of the village, she hugged me! Me!" Mom Joe said.

Old Qiao also smiled naively, "She also praised me for being handsome when I was young, this girl, always mentioning her childhood! She also jokingly complained about why I sent her back to Ye's house back then!"

"Han girl, can she become a female entrepreneur without returning to Ye's house? Can she marry Lu Beixiao?" Old Qiao said again.

Ye Qiao stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor and heard their conversation clearly, feeling sad.

She had been thinking these two days, if she hadn't returned to Ye's house and had been growing up in the countryside, could her previous life be less miserable?

If Lu Beixiao hadn't met her, would he not sacrifice in his previous life?

Not long after she fell asleep, she entered a dream again...

The background this time is not in the 90s and 00s of the previous life, but before liberation, probably in the early years of the Republic of China.

On the bustling streets of the provincial capital, there are black cars and rickshaws, and most of the rickshaws are seated with decently dressed people. On the western-style buildings next to the street there are still advertising light boards with the atmosphere of this era, and huge female singer posters are pasted on the billboards...

The hooves of Da Da became louder and louder, and the originally congested street quickly gave way to a wide road. The three horses in the lead were three officers wearing dark green woolen uniforms, followed by mighty shoulders. Army with spears.

"Young Master Qiao, look, the man in the middle is Marshal Lu! He just returned to the city after a victory!"

Behind the crowd, a middle-aged man in a long shirt was wearing a dark gray woolen suit with a white shirt and a black tie on his side, and a young and handsome "beautiful man" with short hair introduced respectfully.

This Xiaoye Qiao is exactly Ye Qiao who is disguised as a man.

She has short hair, hands in the pockets of trousers, chic and handsome, with a toothpick dangling from the corner of her mouth. She looks so windy and unruly, causing women to look at her frequently.

Xiaoye Qiao's gaze has been on the majestic Marshal Lu, who is riding a horse, wearing a military cap, wearing a dark green woolen uniform, black military boots, and holding the reins!

On the street, many women called him admiringly.

The distance is getting closer, and the cold and heroic face under the brim of the military hat is getting clearer and clearer, and his whole body exudes a harsh atmosphere, like the unattainable flower of the vulgar!

But her mission this time was to pick the flower of Gaoling!

She was watching, and suddenly, she felt a pair of sharp eyes shooting at her. When she fixed her eyes, Ye Qiao noticed that Master Lu seemed to be looking at her!

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That's all for today, and I will finish the book by writing a few chapters in the first life.