Jing Qingran always feels that her daughter is a bit like a boy, not the kind of boy who is naughty and mischievous, but the kind of boy who is very quiet and stable in doing things.

It feels like this daughter is a bit like her father.

After all, it was her father who conceived her in October and gave birth to her.

Xiaoyuhua walked quietly on her short legs, walking slowly, Jing Qingran walked beside her, looking down at her, for fear that she would suddenly fall or accidentally step on something.

There were flowers and trees outside the villa, and they walked among them.

It didn't take long for the two of them to walk to the grass behind the villa, which was quite spacious and could be used for golf.

"Daughter." Jing Qingran shouted.

Hearing this, Xiao Yuhua raised her eyes to look at her.

"Mom, let's take you away." Jing Qingran said, ready to bend down and reach out to hold Xiaoyuhua in his arms.

"Mom, are you sure you can carry me away?" Xiaoyuhua asked.

"I can try." Jing Qingran said with a smile.

"Okay." Then, Xiaoyuhua thought about it and nodded.

Jing Qingran hugged her, and then, hugged her.

It's really a little heavy, Jing Qingran thought in his heart, and then, said to Xiaoyuhua: "Daughter, you have grown a lot taller than last year" Mom couldn't hold you

Xiaoyuhua nodded at her.

"My daughter is just cute." Jing Qingran said with emotion.

"Mom, let's go over there and sit in the sun." Xiaoyuhua stretched out his finger and pointed not far away.

"Good!" Jing Qingran answered her heartily, and then, holding her, walked towards the meadow she pointed to.

"Mom, are you tired?" Xiaoyuhua asked.

"Not tired." Jing Qingran shook her head, her daughter would still care about her.

"If you're tired, let me down, and I'll go by myself." Xiaoyu said.

"I'm not tired, I'm not tired, I'm just carrying you to walk so much, how can my mother be tired?" Jing Qingran shook his head and said with a smile.

In this way, Jing Qingran walked to the destination smoothly with Xiaoyu painting.

Jing Qingran was actually tired, but he also walked.

Put down the light rain painting, the mother and son sat on this grass, it was morning at the moment, and the sun was not too hot.

It's the summer season, and I don't have many clothes on my body, and the wind blows, bringing a little coolness.

Xiaoyu painted this child, Jing Qingran was very worry-free to her, just like at this moment, she sat quietly next to her mother, she didn't cry or make trouble, and she didn't have that kind of unreasonable demand, let alone the so-called princess disease.

However, Xiaoyuhua is not that kind of girl type child, not a cowardly and incompetent person, she is very indifferent, she is the kind of indifference that comes out of her bones, and her father is about the same tone.

Jing Qingran felt that there was pressure to get along with such a daughter.

It's true, Xiaoyu painted such an indifferent little girl, Jing Qingran, as her mother, is obviously a not very indifferent person.

It's like, with a person with a high IQ, someone who doesn't have a high IQ will look stupid.

Xiaoyuhua's IQ is also very high, even higher than the IQ of her brother Xiao Umbrella, and her high IQ is mainly used in learning things.

A child who is just over three years old can read a book from beginning to end, and can also understand the meaning expressed in the book, of course, the book is not thick, quite thin, and the content of the book is not profound, quite shallow, but this is really good for a child who is only more than three years old!