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    Little Apricot’s action frightened Chu Qiaoqiao’s hands and feet, panicking and helping her wipe the teardrops on her face.

    “Why are you crying, you girl?

    It was Mother’s fault for not protecting Little Apricot.”

    Chu Qiaoqiao lovingly held Little Apricot in her arms and whispered comfortingly.

    The little apricot stared straight at her mother, her eyes mesmerized, as if she, herself, was now dreaming.

    Feeling Tiny Apricot’s quietness, Chu Qiaoqiao’s heart also sighed in relief.

    “Mother.

    Kisses go to boil some hot water to clean up, you drink some congee first and come help mommy later, okay?”

    “Yes!”

    Little Apricot’s eyes flashed, and the eyes that looked at Chu Qiaoqiao for a moment had an additional dependence and longing in them.

    “So good!” Chu Qiaoqiao pinched Little Apricot’s nose in satisfaction and turned around to go out and get busy.

    In fact, Chu Qiaoqiao let the little apricot child come out to help just casually, but did not think that the little apricot child after eating the big dregs of porridge really ran out.

    Chu Qiaoqiao wiped the table to pass the rag, and placed the stools neatly against the wall while Chu Qiaoqiao was busy.

    Taking a broom about his height and starting to sweep the floor, the obedient look made Chu Qiaoqiao couldn’t help but have her eyes redden.

    Chu Qiaoqiao didn’t stop it, instead she turned back and barfed a kiss on Little Apricot’s cheeks.

    “My baby is so good and smart.”

    Chu Qiaoqiao was heartbroken, holding Little Apricot Er to the bed, then frowning her willow eyebrows pitifully said, “Mother, there is something I want Little Apricot Er to help can I?”

    “Of course.”

    Little Apricot’s face rose with two clouds of crimson, looking at Chu Qiaoqiao with delight, secretly vowing in her heart that she would listen to her mother in the future.

    Chu Qiaoqiao broke into a smile, took out Stranger Changhe’s clothes from the closet, and taught Little Apricot hand to hand

    The child folds the clothes.

    “Awesome!”

    Although she was only taught once, Little Apricot quickly learned the essence, and the folded clothes were both neat and nice.

    Chu Qiaoqiao couldn’t help but hold her in her arms and give her a good rubbing.

    When Stranger Changhe came back, he saw the home’s courtyard in a new look.

    All the things are neatly placed in the place where they should be placed, simple and clear, there is not a single leaf in the yard, even the weeds that grow in the corners have been removed cleanly.

    There was a sense of home, in fact, their home used to be very tidy, but since Changqing’s leg fell off, the burden on the family had increased.

    Not only do they have to save money to buy medicine for Changqing, but they also have to cover the family’s daily expenses, so naturally, there are few people to do the household chores.

    Don’t mention that after Chu Qiaoqiao cleaned up like this, it actually felt like home.

    He walked into the house, and when he heard the commotion inside the house, his eyes sank, and he dropped the merganser on his shoulder and turned toward the house.

    Hearing the commotion outside, Chu Qiaoqiao also immediately put down the rag in her hand and stepped out of the house to collide with the oncoming Mor Changhe.

    Mor Changhe only felt that his arms rushed in a very warm and soft body, and his hands felt very soft, giving people a feeling of attachment.

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