Chapter 306 This Mr. Mei has eyes!

The third time, Qiao Qiao entered a dream in the same red glow.

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar environment.

Qiao Qiao remained remarkably calm. Her only regret was that this dream didn't continue from the last one; otherwise, she would have definitely taken that fruit knife and stabbed the father and daughter right through!

This time, she found herself in a garden where flowers were in full bloom, on all fours—oops!—on both hands and feet with her little bottom sticking out, chasing after a big, round, white bottom.

Its big butt was particularly round and fluffy, like a big peach split in two. When it walked, its short and small tail swayed back and forth, which was quite charming.

"???" Qiao Qiao. What is this? From Qiao Qiao's perspective, she really couldn't tell what it was.

She could only stand up by supporting herself on the grass with her hands.

Now she could see clearly that it was a butt, a dog's butt!

“This child wants to ride a horse. When your father comes back, he will take you to the horse farm and choose a gentle pony for you. It’s much better than riding a dog.”

Watching her granddaughter chasing after the dog and shouting that she wanted to ride on its back, Yan Liti was both amused and annoyed, and her tone was full of affection.

"..." Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao blushed slightly.

She stumbled back and threw herself into Yan Liti's arms.

"dad?"

Is it Qiao Changdong, the father?

Is it still Shen Qingyan, his biological father?

To be honest, Qiao Qiao was a little uneasy in this dream because she hadn't met Qiao Changdong yet.

“Hmm, Dad…” Yan Liti seemed to suddenly think of something. Looking at the huge little garden in front of her, she was just thinking about whether to turn the little garden into a horse farm or simply expand it when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Madam, a fortune teller has come in. He says... he wants to tell Miss's fortune."

"A fortune teller?" Yan Liti turned around in confusion. "What fortune teller?"

"A man around twenty years old, wearing a long robe, said he had some connection with the young lady and wanted to give her a free fortune telling."

When maids encounter this kind of person, they usually just kick them out.

However, this fortune teller gave off a very unusual feeling, especially the long robe he was wearing, which inexplicably gave people a sense of otherworldly elegance.

The other party also accurately described all of Ms. Qiao Qiao's information, including some information that was unknown to the outside world.

He doesn't seem like a scammer.

Of course, the most important thing is that the other party said it was free, so if it's free, they probably wouldn't be lying, right?

Yan Liti was still hesitating when Qiao Qiao nestled in her arms, picked up a teething stick from the table, and was about to eat it.

But when she saw the short, chubby dog ​​walk up to her, tilting its head back and drooling, she handed the chew toy to it and said to Yan Liti, "Greetings, Grandma."

Qiao Qiao had a hunch that this Taoist priest might be Mr. Mei.

“Well, since the baby says she wants to see him, then please invite him in. Be polite.” Yan Liti went along with Qiao Qiao’s suggestion.

Three minutes later.

The fortune teller was invited to the small garden.

"Who are you?" Despite being a very young person, Yan Liti still unconsciously stood up to greet him upon seeing him.

“My name is Mei Changyun, you can call me Mr. Mei, madam.” Mr. Mei’s words were in response to Yan Liti, but his eyes were fixed on the small figure beside her.

Mei Changyun?

Isn't his name Mei Tianming?

Qiao Qiao was originally standing next to Yan Liti on the chair.

Now that Yan Liti has stood up, she is a little unsteady and can only hold onto the stone bench beside her with one small hand and hug Yan Liti's thigh with the other.

Perhaps because she was facing a stranger, even though there were several servants standing in the small garden, Yan Liti still subconsciously placed her hand on Qiao Qiao's head, trying to shield her behind her.

But Qiao Qiao was curious; she wanted to see if this person was indeed the Mei Tianming she knew.

He forced his little head out from between Yan Liti and the stone bench, squeezing his chubby little face out of shape.

Even though Qiao Qiao had prepared herself mentally beforehand, she still couldn't help but widen her eyes when she actually saw that familiar face.

It really is Mr. Mei!

However, this Mr. Mei was younger than the Mr. Mei she had met in real life.

and!

And he has eyeballs!!!

This Mr. Mei has eyes!

Qiao Qiao stared wide-eyed at the spirited young man named Mei Changyun, who had eyes, and was full of vigor. She was utterly shocked.

Her little expressions were so captivating that Mei Changyun seemed amused by them and chuckled softly.

"Uncle Mei?" Qiao Qiao looked at the other person's smile and called out tentatively.

Mei Changyun, who has normal vision, has beautiful brown eyes, but when Qiao Qiao looks at them, she feels as if she can't see the bottom of them.

It made her feel like it was a vast, unfathomable universe that could suck her in.

Looking at Mei Changyun like this, Qiao Qiao couldn't help but think of Mei Tianming, who had no eyes in real life. For some reason, she felt an indescribable sadness and loss.

She felt that Mr. Mei should be just like this.

“Little girl, you should call me Grandpa Mei.” Mei Changyun smiled at her, raised his hand, palm up, and held something glaring in the middle of his palm.

But Qiao Qiao couldn't see what it was.

Because she woke up again.

...

When Qiao Qiao woke up, she blinked her eyes blankly at Meng Zihuan, who had somehow climbed into her bed, taken off his coat, and crawled into her blankets.

"Smack smack!" The chubby little boy, who had snuggled into Qiao Qiao's bed, cupped his little sister's face and gave her two big smacks.

He said cheerfully, "Little sister, little sister, do you want your big brother to stay with you and sleep a little longer?"

As the chubby boy spoke, he stretched out his little arm and patted Qiao Qiao's back in a very professional manner, looking like a little adult.

"You little rascal! You've burned out the little bit of warmth in your sister's bed. If she gets sick, I'll spank you until your bottom is raw!"

Qiao Changdong came in from outside with the clothes that had already been dried. He saw Meng Zihuan huddled in his daughter's bed, with a small bulge sticking out of the blanket. He walked over and picked her up in a bad mood, then threw her aside.

He then tossed him the clothes he had taken off on the chair: "Put them on yourself!"

After reprimanding his nephew with a cold face, Qiao Changdong turned to his daughter with a completely different expression.

First, he wrapped his little girl tightly in the blanket, then gently smoothed her messy hair, and finally leaned down to kiss her forehead.

Her voice was as gentle as could be: "Sweetie, are you ready to get up?"

Qiao Qiao's mind was still not working; her consciousness was still stuck in the dream she had just had.