Tianshi Fubao is three and a half years old, spoiled by the tyrant father

Duan Qingying finally couldn't help it, she knelt down beside Duan Zhaorong's legs, stretched out her arms to hug him, "Daddy, it's my daughter who made a mistake, and my thinking was wrong."

Duan Zhaorong seemed to feel something, he stretched out his hand to stroke Duan Qingying's head, "Qingying is right, Daddy knows that you love Daddy.

But in Daddy's heart, you will always be my daughter, no matter what you do, Daddy will support you.

Now you and I are separated by a ghost, but as long as Dad can talk to you again, he is already satisfied. "

Gu Zhaozhao stood aside, rubbing chubby hands with his mouth puffed out.

She really wanted to open Grandpa's Sky Eye, but she couldn't do that, because Grandpa was too old, and it was very dangerous for him to open his Sky Eye.

"Grandpa, the voice note on Mother's body is about to expire, so hurry up and say what you have to say."

Duan Zhaorou shook her head lightly, "You don't need to say anything, Qingying understands everything, I just hope that Qingying can live a more comfortable life, whether she is a human being or a ghost."

Duan Qingying nodded heavily, "I know Daddy."

Duan Zhaorong's side became quiet, and the familiar voice of his precious daughter was no longer there.

His lonely hands were hanging by his sides, and his eyes turned to the soft little person beside him.

"Zhao Zhao, is your mother still there?"

Gu Zhaozhao looked at Duan Qingying who was standing silently at the side, and nodded vigorously, "Grandpa who is still there, don't worry, I will pass on what mother said to you."

Duan Zhaorong pondered for a while, and squatted in front of Gu Zhaozhao, "Zhaozhao, I feel like your mother has something to say."

Little Naituan chuckled, "Mother told you to go back to sleep, or you'll grow older."

The smile on Duan Zhaorong's face froze, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he stood up slowly.

Swaying his sleeves casually, he strode out of the room with his hands behind his back,
"This stinky girl always thinks his father is old. I'm not a ghost like her who won't grow old. It's not normal to grow old."

Duan Zhaorong grumbled, walked out of the room reluctantly, and closed the door behind him.

Gu Zhaozhao and Duan Qingying in the room laughed from ear to ear.

In the Duan Mansion, they never stick to trifles, and they can casually make small jokes together as a family.

Gu Zhaozhao raised his little hand and stretched his waist vigorously, "Mother, Zhaozhao is so tired, please pat me to sleep."

She returned to the bed and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, only revealing her little furry head.

Duan Qingying lay beside her, gently patted the little guy's back with his palm.

Although he couldn't feel her touch, Gu Zhaozhao still felt very at ease, "Mother's hands are so warm."

Duan Qingying smiled and pinched her little nose, "Nonsense, mother is a ghost, how can you feel it."

Gu Zhaozhao pouted his little butt and twisted it vigorously, "I can just feel it."

In Duan Qingying's soft words, sleepiness struck.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Finding Bai Muxue outside, who was about to dawn, floated back into the room, and saw the mother and daughter lying on the bed at a glance.

She was furious, "You're playing tricks on me!"

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Early the next morning, Gu Zhaozhao ate breakfast, happily got into the carriage with his little satchel on his shoulders.

Just when she arrived at the gate of the Imperial College, she heard hurried footsteps and shouts behind her.

"Master, I finally waited for you."

Looking back, I found that it was Yimei.

Gu Zhaozhao tilted his little head, his big bright and crystal eyes were filled with puzzlement, "Uncle Yimei, why are you here?"

Yimei stepped forward and grabbed Gu Zhaozhao's wrist, "Master, I saw that woman again, the one who looks a lot like your mother."

Gu Zhaozhao raised his head and opened his mouth for a long time before recovering.

She grabbed Yimei's hand, "Uncle Yimei, let's go and have a look."

Gu Jinglan and the four brothers who just rushed over watched their sister pass by.

Gu Jinglan poked his head out of the car window, "Zhao Zhao, where are you going?"

Little Naituan didn't even have time to turn her head back, she raised her little hand and waved lightly, "Brothers, please help me ask for a leave."

A small figure in the distance watched Gu Zhaozhao run away.

Ji Lingxiu explained a few words to the driver beside him, and followed silently.

He didn't see Gu Zhaozhao yesterday afternoon, and he didn't come to the Imperial College today.

Looking at her in a hurry, there must be something important happening.

Ji Lingxiu frowned and didn't want to do the follow-up thing, but he couldn't help it.

His purpose in Xingyue now is to monitor Gu Zhaozhao's every move.

Gu Zhaozhao and Yimei ran all the way to the inn where they stayed yesterday.

At this moment, the little milk ball was already out of breath, and crystal beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.

One eyebrow said eagerly: "It was here just now, why didn't it disappear?"

Gu Zhaozhao stood at the door looking around with his little head up.

She immediately saw the girl in the corner who was drinking tea with her head bowed.

The little Naituan froze in place for a moment, her big bright eyes were filled with shock and astonishment.

Because that face really resembles my mother's!
Although she looks a year or two younger than her mother, the rest can be said to be exactly the same as her mother.

The woman is wearing simple plain linen clothes and a cloth scarf of the same color is tied on her head.

She seemed to be waiting for someone, her eyes nervously looking around.

Even Bai Muxue and Duan Qingying who were in the small satchel also poked their heads out.

Duan Qingying opened her mouth, the whole ghost felt bad.

She felt as if she was looking in a mirror, "Zhao Zhao, that person really looks like me!"

Gu Zhaozhao nodded, and walked forward step by step with his little feet.

"Mother, let's go over and ask."

Maybe this elder sister has some kind of relationship with mother.

Gu Zhaozhao shook his shoulders and ran forward for two steps, but suddenly saw that the woman had stood up and was walking towards a person with a veiled hat on her head.

They seemed to be talking about something, and the man stuffed a bag of things into the woman's hand.

The woman nodded excitedly, then turned and left.

She passed Gu Zhaozhao's side, and the little milk group forgot to blink her big eyes in shock.

It was only when she got closer that she realized that this elder sister not only looked exactly like her mother, but also had the same height and figure.

"It's amazing."

Duan Qingying had floated out of the small satchel.

She looked at the back of the person who was going away, and shook her head leisurely. "I seem to see myself walking past."

Yimei patted Gu Zhaozhao's small shoulder excitedly, "Master, I'm not wrong, isn't it very similar?"

Gu Zhaozhao followed without hesitation, "Uncle Yimei, let's follow her to see where she is going."

She always felt that there seemed to be some secret hidden in this sister.

The point is that she and mother look so much alike, she really wants to find out.