Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

"So beautiful! Sister Qingqing, I like this, can you give it to me?"

Xu Meihua held a cute fat cat card and didn't let go. She blinked her big cat-like eyes and kept sending coquettish light waves towards the eldest sister who usually took care of them the most.

Although Tian Qingqing was reluctant to give up, she couldn't refuse the request of her lovely siblings. She agreed like an eldest sister, and then she didn't want to favor one and asked the other siblings to pick out the cards they liked.

Seven greeting cards were missing in the blink of an eye. Even though Tian Qingqing was not stingy, she was so painful that she secretly shed tears in her heart, so she had no choice but to open the book "A Beautiful Little Angel at Home" without seeing it.

[To my kind, lovely and beautiful little angel Qingqing, happy 12th birthday! 】

The handwriting of Long Feifengwu looks very familiar, it is Su Haitang's own handwriting.

Tian Qingqing glanced happily at Su Haitang, who was talking to Yuan Ye, and read the congratulatory message again before solemnly opening the catalog and eagerly reading the text.

[There are eight beautiful babies in my family. They are angels who have fallen into the world. The eldest baby is called Qingqing, the protagonist in our book. She is twelve years old this year and has become a budding little girl...]

Tian Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes wide, her throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and her vision was blurry.

Did her aunt write a book specifically for her? And you said she was your aunt’s baby?

Tian Qingqing secretly wiped her tears and looked down eagerly.

[Qingqing looks very attractive. If I have to use flowers to compare, I think jasmine is very appropriate. It is elegant, quiet, pure and natural, and it is very comfortable to get along with her. 】

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From the corner of his eye, Su Haitang paid attention to the children who were reading greeting cards with great interest, as well as Tian Qingqing, who was reading with red eyes and curled mouth, and called Yuan Ye over to talk.

After not seeing him for a few months, the little boy has grown a lot taller, his nutrition has kept up, and his spirit is completely different.

Yuan Ye was a little shy and hesitated to get too close. He didn't get 100 points in the test, and he didn't win any prizes. He usually got into trouble and was often named and criticized by the teacher...

"Little Ye Ye is also celebrating her birthday today. Auntie may not be able to take a vacation, so I'll give you a gift first."

Su Haitang also took out three gifts, an exquisite diary, a stack of hand-painted greeting cards, and the highlight, a sniper rifle made of bullet casings!

"Is this for me?"

Yuan Ye's eyes lit up, and he reached for the gun!

Su Haitang looked at him with a smile and pointed out the names and uses of various parts of his body.

Boys and girls are indeed different. It is natural to love guns.

After sending Yuan Ye to play with a gun, Qin Jiashu pulled Lin Qingluan over with a smile.

"Auntie, where are our gifts?"

"I can't do without you."

Su Haitang didn't show off and gave each of the two children a diary and a picture album. Then she gave Qin Jiashu a hero pen and Lin Qingluan a stuffed doll that was about as tall as her.

The other four small gifts were similar. They also had picture albums and toys. The boy's was a model gun and ship, and the girl's was a stuffed toy. They also had imported candies and chocolates brought back by someone else. They were all very happy.

Aunt Song saw the children happily looking at the gifts without fighting over them, and even thoughtfully agreed to exchange and look at the picture albums. She couldn't help but praise Yan Fangqiong, who was obviously in good spirits, with satisfaction.

"As expected of our child, he is sensible."

Yan Fangqiong's hands never left her bulging belly, with a kind smile on her face.

Her daughter is already able to be an elder in a decent manner. Time flies, and although God's compensation is a little late, at least it is not absent.