As for Xuyou's main southeastern camp, every corner of the corner has been photographed by Qing Yi. Qing Xiran doesn't need to look at it, but also knows where Xuyou's combat readiness database is, where the arsenal is, and where the office is... Although Qing Yiyi may not know how important things he has photographed for his mother to show him.

Therefore, Qing Xiran has mastered all the main camps in Xuyou, and there are still some.

Therefore, there is nothing to stay here.

Knocking on Xiao Longbao's door, Qing Xiran saw Qing Yiyi's little eyes full of surprise.

She jumped up and threw herself into her mother's arms. She had never been so happy during the Chinese New Year.

But... Qing Xiran looked at Qing Yiyi's hair with thick grease. Although the clothes on her body were washed every day, she didn't look at the details. A piece of oil was not washed clean, a piece of mud was not washed away, and there was a very thick layer of black powder behind her ears... Xiao Longbao's mobile phone turned on the beauty filter, and Qing Xiran could not see some details about Qing Yiyi at all.

She sighed in her heart, so she asked Yuyou to help her take care of her daughter for a while, and saw that she had done it one by one for Qing, alas!

Just go, everything needs to be reworked.

Qing Xiran put down Qing Yiyi, who was holding her, got up, looked at Xiao Longbao, who was a little shy in the living room, and thanked him:

"Thank you for your hard work these days, our family hasn't caused you any trouble, right?"

"No, absolutely not, the number one sister is very cute."

Facing this legendary master, Xiao Longbao was particularly restrained and completely lost the feeling of looking down on Qing Xiran from the bottom of his heart when he first met her.

You know, since they had Miss Qing, they have survived many times, and she has saved countless lives of the garrison.

Therefore, Xiao Longbao now regards Miss Qing as his ultimate idol, and many garrisons regard Miss Qing as his ultimate idol.

What's more, this idol is their boss's original wife. Yes, the ultimate original wife who can't make dirty jokes. In the night stories of the garrison, he instantly killed all the powerful original wife of the boss's affairs, the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress and the slag mistress

"Okay, then I'll take this kid back and fall down, you're busy."

Qing Xiran spoke politely, took Qing Yiyi out of Xiao Longbao's room, took Qing Yiyi back to Xuyou's dormitory, looking at the messy things in the room, the smelly socks on the sofa, and the sparse and dense clothes on the balcony, and drove Qing Yiyi into the bathroom to take a shower and wash his hair.

As a result, as soon as she entered the bathroom, there was no children's shower gel or children's shampoo. She looked at the little friend who was taking off her clothes while putting water on her face and asked:

"Your patron saint hasn't washed your hair during this time? What kind of bath did you use?"

She obviously wrote a very long memo for Yuyou. Why didn’t she even have the most basic shower gel in the bathroom when she walked to autumn all the time?

Is it because Xiangcheng has become extremely scarce? Even a big man with a status like Xuyou can’t get a bottle of children’s shower gel and shampoo?

"Use this!"

Qingyiyi was very skilled in grabbing a piece of soap for washing clothes, ran into the bathroom, rubbed the soap on, down, left, right, inside and out, and wash it, and it’s over!

Seeing that Qing Yiyi had finished taking a shower in less than two minutes, Qing Xiran closed her eyes, rolled up her sleeves, pressed the child to use clean water, and soap foam, and washed her head.

The sloppy child of Qingyiyi, who has been kept by Yuyou, can be given conditions when facing Yuyou, but when facing her mother, she dare not give conditions, so she can only let her mother wash her hair, find a clean big dress, and carry her to the bed to blow her hair.

The feeling of being with your mother and being with the guardian saint is so different for Qingyiyi. With your mother here, Qingyiyi feels like a little princess, beautiful and exquisite. She learned from her mother the meticulousness and patience in dealing with things, and what she gained was a kind of peace and satisfaction of the soul.

But when she was with the Guardian, she seemed to be moving forever, with all kinds of novel and exciting things, playing with tanks, shooting, and running wildly on the huge playground. What the Guardian taught her was a kind of aura of relaxation and relaxation, and various unconventional demeanor.

If you ask Qingyiyi, which one you prefer to be with, she thinks that she wants to live with her mother and the guardian god.

Speaking of the patron saint, the child was wearing a thin coat with a size 1 short, hugged his mother's neck with his back hand, and sat on the bed and asked in a coquettish manner:

"Mom, can I call myself the patron saint dad?"

Qing Xiran, who was helping Xuyou and Qing separate their clothes one by one, was neatly folded her clothes, paused her hands, looked at the good baby who had been washed away by her, thought for a second, and then said:

"Do you want to scream? Just call if you want to."

"But mom, you said my dad died. How do you explain the motivation for using this to fool me when I was a child? Did you not be sure at the time that my dad died 100%?"

Qing Yiyi felt like he was hit hard because he couldn't figure out the truth. He looked at Qing Xiran with accusations in his big eyes. It was her mother who said that her father had sacrificed her father. Later, she said that the guardian saint uncle was 86.5% of the time it was her father.

Now she is so hasty that she wants to call her patron saint father, so she calls her.

So, can you call me dad? Why can't you be sure of this? What does it mean to call me if you want to? Mom herself said that she can't ignore the small chance, and now she makes me scream if you want to call me.

So, adults are accustomed to perfunctory children, right?

Qing Xiran immediately felt like shooting herself in the foot. She wanted to save her image of being a magnificent person in the eyes of the child, and said to Qing one by one patiently:

"I just said that this is possible, but I didn't say it is certain. It is possible, it is possible, it is not. I told you that my father sacrificed because it is very likely. Now I asked you to call the patron saint dad because it is also very likely that he is your father. This is a matter of probability ratio. Many people don't know that the possibility of a small probability can turn the tables. So we only talk about the part with high possibility, and not the possibility of a small probability turn the tables. If we keep holding on to the small probability, then humans will never be able to do anything."

"Mom, you can't fool the child like this. You just tell me if he is my dad, and can I call him dad?"
Chapter completed!