"Ran Ying? Ran Ying! " The sweet voice of the falling morning called ran Ying out of the flowers.

"ah! I'm here! " With that, ran Ying jumped out like a rabbit.

"eh? Postnatal? How did you come after your mother? " Ran Ying is much more cheerful, no longer the child who never spoke before.

the mother squatted down, gently held her in her arms, and said, "of course, to see my little princess!" Say, kissed on ran Ying's small face again.

"ha ha, mother!" The mother and daughter embrace each other kindly, which makes Luochen's eyes burst with tears. If only her children were alive! It is estimated...