Qing Xiran rolled her eyes and sent the report of crying poverty to Xuyou while sending the message.

The laughing breasts suddenly popped up next to him.

Qing Xiran was startled and quickly turned to look at Qing Yiyi.

I saw Qing Yiyi, who was originally sharing beans, holding his own painting book and smiling like a silly little.

Qing Xiran asked:

"Yiyi, what are you laughing at?"

"Mom, I know what Dad looks like."

Qing stood on the chair one by one, holding the painting book, jumping and jumping and shouting:

"Oh~~ I know what my dad looks like, I know what my dad looks like."

Qing Xiran, who was sitting on the side, reached out and pulled the painting notebook in Qing Yiyi's arms over and asked:

"What does your dad look like? Let's take a look."

"Here here!"

You guys, touched your little fingers and opened the page of [My Dad] for your mother, pointed to the black water pen on it, and saw the light of worship in your big eyes. Two small palms held their cheeks and said innocently:

"Mom, my dad is so handsome, right? Is that right?"

Qing Xiran looked at Xuyou's graffiti and her face turned black. The highest executive officer of Xiangcheng garrison not only took advantage of her verbally, but also caused her daughter's painting book!

"This is not your dad."

Looking at Xuyou's drawing, Qing Xiran told the truth. When she opened her mouth, she felt like a basin of cold water, extinguishing Qing Yiyi's excitement and said bluntly:

"Don't just do whatever men are wearing garrison uniforms and say that it's your father. One by one, it's not good for us to do this. If your real father knows, you will be sad..."

As she said, occasionally when she turned her head, she saw the little friend sitting beside her. Her whole body seemed to have lost her vitality, and she was so sad that her big eyes were filled with tears.

Qing Xiran's always indifferent and hard heart softened in an instant. She hugged Qing one by one, pointed to Xuyou's drawing, and said softly:

"One, we..."

"Mom, then he is not dad, who is he? How could it appear on my painting?"

The little friend interrupted Qing Xiran's words in tears, turned his head and leaned in Qing Xiran's arms, and asked pitifully:

"Mom, who is he???"

"he……"

Qing Xiran tilted her head and thought for a while, tapped Xuyou's drawing with her fingers, and explained seriously:

"He is a respectable person, just outside the city, guarding us, protecting our city with his life, and is our patron saint."

"The Guardian, isn't it really my dad?"

Qing raised his head one by one, looked at Qing Xiran and shook his head, and asked unwillingly:

"Then why did he put on my painting?"

"Because he is the patron saint, he can protect Yiyi, and of course he will also protect Yiyi's father."

Although Qing Xiran tried hard to explain to her friend, Qing Yiyi didn't seem to be able to accept it, and her friend still looked very sad.

She slipped out of her mother's arms without saying a word, holding the drawing book, with red eyes, she went upstairs, entered the study, and hid alone to see the portrait of the guardian saint.

What to do? Qingyiyi really wants the patron saint to be her father. She has a natural sense of intimacy towards Yuyou, although her mother said that this is not her father.

But Xiao Yiyi thought that if it was a father, he would definitely be the guardian saint.

Seeing Qingyiyi leaving with emotion, Qing Xiran felt a little sad. The child was growing rapidly at a speed that she couldn't even control, and she could no longer deceive Qingyiyi.

It was at this moment that Xuyou was organizing a garrison to set off towards Xilai Town in full swing. He opened his tablet and looked at the report of crying in the email address, and couldn't help but laugh again.

In this report, Qing Xiran cried out in great difficulty in garrisoning. She provided a lot of evidence to prove that the global temperature has become colder and the radiation has intensified, which has led to a particularly cold winter in Xiangcheng this year.

It also provides evidence of many deaths of the garrison logistics team, from collection, to support, and finally to the current semi-paralyzing state of the garrison logistics team, which confirms how difficult the Xiangcheng garrison team is in winter.

Then, from the production of raw materials for materials, to processing, to sales, to material collection of garrison logistics teams, comprehensive analysis proves that all these processes have big problems.

Every evidence is true, and you can find the exact information in the news. Every sophistry analysis makes the viewer unconsciously deviate from Qing Xiran's thinking.

Therefore, to sum up, the garrison can find more problems at this time. According to the statistical data on missing deaths of the garrison population given by Xuyou this year, after the radiation intensified, his garrison team qualified for a large area of ​​death.

Until now, there are only one or two thousand garrisons in a camp, and the total number of Xiangcheng is only five thousand garrisons.

He also said that since he went to Xiangbei to fight against the mutant monster last time, he has killed a lot of people.

But only these more than 5,000 garrisons were wearing last year's winter clothes due to the difficulty of supplying materials. Almost every garrison who stayed at his post was torn. Moreover, due to the closure of the power plant, the garrison could not keep warm, the hands and feet were stiff in their limbs, and the motor nerves were unable to coordinate, making it particularly difficult to kill mutant animals.

A large number of people died as soon as the garrison went.

I had nothing to eat, and I drank all three meals a day. The porridge was filled with ice water and I had nothing to wear. According to the weather forecast analysis of the meteorological and well-founded weather forecast, it was estimated that half of the garrison would be frozen to death this winter.

Therefore, Xiangcheng garrison hopes that Xiangcheng commander Mu Fengliang can give the garrison some food and clothing. Otherwise, find a way to help Xiangcheng garrison connect heating, or give some gasoline directly. If there is no gasoline, you can send some charcoal for winter.

Otherwise, this mutant animal would not be able to resist.

It's true that the north wind blows, the snowflakes float. The garrison hopes that the commander-in-chief will send supplies quickly and fight monsters happily, ahhhhh.

The signature also requires Xuyou’s signature!

Xuyou turned around and printed out the report, and read it from beginning to end. At the end, he felt that he was a pitiful person. Without Mu Fengliang's help, he would soon starve to death and be fucked to death by the mutant animals.

After reacting, Yuyou shook his head and signed his name with a smile, and sent someone to give this report of crying poverty to Shui Miao, who came to do the investigation again today.

Shui Miao stood at the gate of the main camp with a confused look on his face. He held this miserable and miserable report in the cold wind. He frowned and looked for a long time before looking up and looking at Xiao Longbao, who was standing opposite him and was slightly fat, and asked:
Chapter completed!