Mr. Xiao’s Unconditional Love

Ye Qiao was sure that he remembered correctly, that his adoptive father's leg was touched in the previous life, and it was indeed a month later. Why is there a time difference between the previous life and this life?

Well, in this life, will Lu Beixiao's sacrifice be advanced?

Thinking of the possibility of advancement, she was not calm!

My hometown is still the old red brick house without a yard. Looking from a distance, I can see several bicycles supported by the door, all with two-eight bars, both new and old. Relatives should have come to visit dad.

Looking at the familiar house, the two-eight bicycle that she used to ride when she was a child, and the brown dog that wagged its tail running towards her, Ye Qiao was sore.

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"Brother-in-law, you really don’t need to have an operation on this leg. The operation costs money and you have to be hospitalized! Listen to me, go to acupuncture and moxibustion, just one time! Just a dozen yuan! The situation of Li Liu in our village is the same as yours. The same is that acupuncture is good!"

Qiao Xingmin leaned on the bedside, smoking a cigarette.

There were three old men sitting in the room, all hanging their heads and smoking dry cigarettes, and it was Ye Qiao's little uncle who was talking.

"It's fine once, ten dollars! Really! At your age, recovery from surgery is slow!" Little Uncle added, and he glanced at Ye Qiao's uncle sitting next to him, and his uncle also nodded.

"Brother-in-law can try it. It's not too late to go for surgery if you don't like it. Now it's time to spend money, and you have to spend some money on Qiaotian, otherwise you won't get the graduation certificate..." the uncle dropped. Head, thinking while talking.

Qiao Xingmin looked at his half of his swollen leg, and sighed inwardly, thinking that his son's matter had not been resolved.

"Sure, try acupuncture tomorrow!" He said solemnly.

"Dad!" At this moment, a clear voice came, and the four old men sitting in the room raised their heads, and saw a tall and slender figure standing in front of the room.

Is this suddenly the fairy descended? !

The girl in a white shirt, beautiful as a fairy, stood there, her eyes filled with tears.

"Wh, whose girl is this?"

"Uncle..." she shouted in a dumb voice, her lips raised, and then she squeezed into the cramped room and saw the one sitting on the bed. After leaving here at the age of 12 in her previous life, she never saw her father. ...

Qiao Xingmin only felt she was familiar with it. When he saw the dimples on the girl's cheeks, he flushed excitedly: "Little Qiaoqiao!"

The sound of "Little Qiao Qiao" taught Ye Qiao to choke.

In her previous life, she was an unfilial daughter. After leaving her hometown, she never came back to visit them. What's unbearable is that she just didn't want Shen Xichuan to look down on her, she wanted to get rid of everything here!

"Dad, I'm sorry! It took so long to come back to see you!" She quickly calmed her sadness and reached the edge of the bed.

Qiao Xingmin was still a little dazed, the girl who had been away for six years suddenly came back to see him? In the past six years, she has not even written a letter. Sometimes he blames this heartless little girl and doesn't want them? After thinking about it, the girl hasn't had a good life in their house, so what can I say?

"Dad! Isn't it the eighteenth change, you can't recognize me?!" Ye Qiao asked with a smile.

Then, he turned around to greet his uncle, younger uncle, and second uncle.

"Ghost girl!" Qiao Xingmin suddenly said in a deep voice, his tone full of pampering.

"father!"

"You ghost girl! Why did the Ye family raise you? You are so thin!" Qiao Xingmin looked up and down at the little girl he once loved the most, and said in a deep voice.

Ye Qiao smiled, "Dad! You should raise a pig, the fatter the more valuable!"

This is how the village raises children. It’s good for the children of any other family to be white and fat. They used to raise Ye Qiao as a pig, and they fed her all the delicious food. They were so proud of them.