Naughty Loli in Doll

"Haha! It's true! I knew my granddaughter would be fine." Anastasia was overjoyed, and under Medavley's dissatisfied expression, she hugged Mir and lifted her up high, and then turned towards the ceiling. Throw it over.

"Fly high!"

"Ohhh!" Mir flapped his little hands in the air.

"You..." Medavley pushed her away, and then took Mier over.

She kicked Anastasia's ass: "It's not light or heavy."

"But she likes it very much." Anastasia was aggrieved.

"Really..." Nora sat down on the sofa, then stood up, cried and hit Irene twice with her little powder fist: "Don't scare me, it's fun to scare people..."

"Grandma, miss you, don't you miss me?"

"think."

Looking at the happy family members, Irene couldn't stop smiling.

In this way, you can have a good year.

A complete New Year's Eve dinner.

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To celebrate Little Mir's coming, Anastasia happily broke into Safaya's house and stole a chicken back.

"Ah." Maedavli inserted a piece of meat with a fork and put it to the mouth of Mir who was sitting on her lap.

"Ah." Mir opened his small mouth to cooperate with her feeding.

While eating her own meal, Irene watched her mother and daughter remain silent.

She remembered... Did the old woman scold her for feeding Mir as pampering?Old double standard.

Meda Fuli didn't ask what was going on, even if it was a trick by Irene who deliberately released fake news to deceive her, but now she can see her granddaughter appearing here safely. Thankfully.

The pollution on Kiyana's body is not fake, so there must be a lot of things happening in it.

"Lily, I want to feed Lily too!" Anastasia, a [-]-meter fierce girl, squirmed and acted coquettishly in front of Medavli, but was ruthlessly pushed away.

"Meow meow meow! Old Wu, old Wu!!"

"Hey!"

While mediating the dispute between the two white-haired beasts, Nora looked at the little guy lying in Medavli's arms waiting to be fed.

This home has not been so happy and lively for several months.

The charm of a certain little thing is really strong. It makes the whole family gloomy in an hour, and makes the whole family alive again when it appears.

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In Medafuli's room, Mir, who was wearing bear pajamas, was lying on Maedavli's bed with one leg on her body, quietly listening to his grandmother telling him a bedtime story.

Sleeping with Maedavli, besides Yimi who often naps on Maedavli, in this family, Mir is probably the only one who has such a privilege.

In Medavley's hand was holding a picture book for telling stories to children, the kind with few words.

She bought a lot of these books and put them on the bookshelf. A lot of fairy tale books were mixed with a pile of quaint literature and history books, which seemed extremely inconsistent.

"The name of this story is still called the tortoise and the hare." Meda Fuli said while stretching out her hand to correct Mir's action of holding her finger:

"Once upon a time, there was a rabbit that ran very fast. It laughed at a little tortoise that crawled slowly. The little tortoise was not convinced, so they made an appointment to race..."

"As a result, the little rabbit ran so fast that it couldn't stop the car by itself, and then crashed into an apple tree and died. An author who wrote a novel picked it up."

"Hmm..." The little guy's expression was very depressed. Grandma has already told this story, but it's just a different version.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't let grandma tell stories. It's better to play with her.

She dishonestly put her face into the bed, crawled onto her grandma's body and rolled over in the bed.

Meda Fuli gently grabbed her out, exposing her little face.

Such constant activity makes it even harder to fall asleep.

Meda Fuli turned a page, and then said:

"The author took it home and had a full meal. He felt so beautiful. Then he came here to watch it every day, thinking that if he could eat rabbits every day, he wouldn't have to write a book."

"Hmm..." Miller frowned.

In the winter now, the apple tree in the yard of my grandmother’s house is still being refreshed by rabbits every day in the wind and snow.

"However, he waited for several days without waiting for the rabbit under the tree. Instead, an apple fell on his head."

"He was very angry, went home and took out an ax and chopped the tree down."

"His father learned that the apple tree he had planted had been cut down, and asked him angrily who cut it down. Even though he was very scared, he still admitted that he cut it down by himself."

Mir tilted his head.

Seems... different?

The voice of grandma telling the story has always kept the same tone, and even the speed of speaking has not changed. No matter how exciting the story is, it is difficult to integrate into it.

"Dad was very touched and beat him up.

The author who had been beaten was very dissatisfied, so in order to get revenge, he stole the ax and threw it into the river. "

"Suddenly, a river god came out of the river, and he said that he could grant the author a wish."

"The author said: 'I hope the people who voted for me can be happy forever'."

"The river god said: no, only three days."

"The author said: yesterday, today, tomorrow."

"The river god said: only two days."

"Author: Day, Black Sky."

"The river god said: only one day."

"Author: Every day."

"The river god cried, and then took an ax and hacked the author to death."

"..."

This story is a bit long, and it is still very troublesome to tell. It can be said that Meda Fuli may not necessarily say so many words in a day.

After telling the story, Maedavli turned her head away.

Maybe this story is really boring, the little guy has fallen asleep, holding her and breathing evenly.

Medavley closed the book in her hand, quietly looking at her granddaughter's peaceful sleeping face.

After a while, she looked towards the door: "Come in."

"..."

Irene opened the door and walked in. She purposely made Maedavli feel her presence, because she was afraid that the knock on the door would wake her daughter up.

Although on the surface they are at odds, they naturally have the greatest respect for their mother, Irene, who raised her, and will not teleport directly in without the other party's consent.

She walked over slowly, sat next to Mir, and looked at her daughter jealously.

What about "I'm going to sleep with grandma tonight", how is this little thing not so clingy when it's in her hands?

"How about that bastard?" Meda Fuli asked Irene while gently stroking Mir's hair.

Mir is not awake, she can belittle Qiyana at will.

Children are carefree, and they have no fear of their disappearance before, and they don't have much worry about the difficulties in the family now, but what they have to do as elders is to protect their innocence.

Irene opened her mouth, and said softly to her mother, "Do you have a way to eliminate the pollution from the ancient gods?"

Among the people she knew, only her mother and Anna were the oldest. Anna definitely couldn't count on that guy, who didn't even know where the end of the universe was!

Meda Fuli frowned: "No."

This is the truth, she doesn't need to cheat Irene, even if she doesn't want to, the fact that her daughter has married that bastard is an unearned fact, and she has already sent her blessings...

If it weren't for the existence of Little Mir, even if the Rainbow Wing Kingdom came in, she wouldn't agree to Irene marrying that bastard.

"...Well." Irene nodded with blank eyes, and did not question her mother's answer.

She knew that her mother didn't need to really target Qiyana even if it was for Mir.

Maedavli ignored her, and put Mir's little jiojio back under the bed.

Turning her head and casting a glance at Irene: "Go to sleep, don't hang around here if you don't sleep."

Hearing this, Irene immediately became angry: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let Mir come to see you, old man."

"You're still too young to be a mother." Meda Fuli gently put her arms around Mir, preventing her from falling off the bed.

She looked at Irene, and continued, "Neither you nor that bastard has fulfilled the responsibility of parents..."

"...You don't understand." Irene bit her lip.

Medafuli's words really hit her sore spot, she knew that Medafuli was complaining that they didn't protect the little guy well.

"Then what would you do if her biological parents came back to pick her up?"

"I am the one who raises the child." Irene touched Mir's face, "I am the one she would like to call mother. If they really exist, I will drive them away and let them see you Not to Mill."

Maeda Fuli nodded.

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In the early morning of this day, no one woke Mir up, and she rarely fell asleep until she woke up naturally.