Reborn As A Lucky Girl

Ouyang Qing'an gave her a meaningful look, "As long as you are here, it will be the best gift for me."    

    

Xue Xue'er suddenly felt sweet in her heart. She hugged one of his arms and tried to act cute. "Mr Qing'an, you are so good, so good."    

    

This kind of sweet talk was the best use for girls. It seemed that this boy would be able to win the hearts of many girls when he grew up.    

    

Ouyang Qing'an lowered his head and looked at the girl beside him with a gentle smile.    

    

No matter how he looked at it, Xue Qin did not feel good. When he returned home, he was depressed. However, the little girl had been thinking about her birthday and did not notice his mood.    

    

She hugged Old Lady Xue's thigh and rolled around on the bed. She pouted and acted like a spoiled child. "Milk, it's Mr Qing'an's birthday in a few days. What birthday present should I give him?"    

    

Although he had already said that he did not need to give it, he did not go empty-handed on his birthday. This was too disloyal.    

    

Mr Qing'an was his best friend. This was his first birthday in Donglin Village, so he definitely could not be perfunctory.    

    

Old Lady Xue was collecting the soles of her shoes. When she heard about this matter, she was quite worried. It was reasonable to say that it was just a child's birthday, but so many things had happened in her family these few days. Minli's family paid and contributed, yet they did not collect the money.    

    

Now that Qing'an's birthday was over, he could not be careless.    

    

However, from the way they dressed, Minli's family did not lack money at all. Their little things were not enough for other people to see. They also did not know what to give!    

    

Old Lady Xue was also worried. A pair of warm big hands touched her granddaughter's smooth hair and said softly, "Qing'an is Xue'er's friend. Xue'er need to think about what gift to give."    

    

Anyway, the child's gift was one. They still had to prepare one to express their feelings.    

    

When Xue Xue'er heard this, she nodded solemnly. Old Lady Xue knew that once the little girl revealed this kind of expression, even if she really remembered the words in her heart, she would feel relieved. Don't look at how young this little girl was, her sense of responsibility was very strong. You have to be reliable with those brats in your family.    

    

Xue Xiaowan felt that her younger sister had been very quiet these few days. Her usual playful and playful nature was gone. She squatted on the tree stump at the door and used a tree branch to draw there. She did not know what she was writing.    

    

She did not answer even after she called. It made her think that her younger sister was sick. Fortunately, her grandmother said that it was nothing. She was really anxious when she watched from the side.    

    

"Xue'er!"    

    

Xue Xue'er scratched her head but did not expect that she would suddenly hear someone calling her. She looked up and saw Yang Songshu. He habitually wore a white shirt. He was wearing a pair of pants and leather shoes. He looked clean and neat. He pursed his bright red lips, which were slightly red. Where did this cold young master come from?!    

    

The little girl directly jumped down from the tree stump, "It's you!"    

    

Yang Songshu smiled. His thin face could almost see the blood vessels on it. "Xue'er doesn't want to see me?"    

    

He closed his eyes slightly and his long and curly eyelashes drooped down. He looked a little sad.    

    

Xue Xue'er felt guilty in her heart. "No, no. Yang Songshu, whenever you want to play with me, you can. It's just that I've been a little busy these few days. Maybe I really don't have time."    

    

The little girl had an apologetic look on her face. The milk had asked her to think about what kind of gift she would give Mr Qing'an. She had not thought of anything!    

    

Tomorrow was her birthday, so it was really worrying.    

    

Looking at that small face that was scrunched up, Yang Songshu felt somewhat reluctant. He said shyly and shyly, "Xue'er, have you encountered any problems? Can you tell me? I can help you come up with ideas."    

    

Xue Xue'er looked at him and suddenly understood. Yes, she heard that Yang Songshu came from a big city. Maybe they had a common interest?    

    

"I want to give a gift to a friend. He has a sick old man at home, but I can't think of anything to celebrate."    

    

Xue Xue'er scratched her head. In modern times, there was a basket. The problem was that she could not make it!    

    

Friend!