Chapter 2377 Wait Until She Grows Up

Yan Huan grabbed the small quilt on her body, and her small red lips moved, but no sound came out.

Until Ye Rong went back to do handicrafts again, she did not hear Yan Huan's slight sigh. In fact, even if she heard it, Ye Rong might think that she had heard it wrong. Her daughter was only five months old, and she was still a baby who was breastfeeding. How could she have so many thoughts, and how could she sigh?

In fact, she didn't know that the Yan Huan in front of her was no longer the little baby who didn't understand.

She had been reborn twice. In her previous life, the most imperfect thing was her mother.

And Yan Huan always knew that her rebirth this time was not because of anything else, but because of her mother. She lived for Ye Rong. In this life, she would definitely find a way to make her mother's life complete once, instead of dying unwillingly at the end of poverty, physical and mental frustration like in the previous two lives.

Ye Rong naturally didn't know about this. She coaxed her daughter to sleep, and after seeing that the little girl was sleeping well, she took the small handicrafts that were placed aside and started sewing. She yawned from time to time and calculated the time. She could sleep after doing three more. Today, she had done nearly a hundred.

As long as Yan Huan didn't make a noise and as long as she was good, she could do hundreds of them as long as she worked hard.

Then, she could buy a pack of milk powder for her daughter.

She rubbed her eyes again. Her eyelids were obviously fighting up and down, but she was still sewing one stitch at a time without putting down the handicraft in her hand. She even twisted her thigh hard because she couldn't resist the sleepiness. This made her a little sober.

She shook her head and continued to do the unfinished handicraft in her hand. She didn't know how long she had stayed up all night before she stopped and counted the things she had made one by one.

There are 105 in total. She made the most today. If she makes more tomorrow, she can sell more than 100 yuan, which may be enough to buy two bags of milk powder for her daughter.

She is actually a little obsessed now. Everything in her life is centered around the word milk powder. No matter what she does, she uses the word milk powder as the unit of calculation.

"Okay, sleep."

She rubbed her eyes, climbed onto the small wooden bed, and carefully covered her daughter with a quilt.

"Sleep, baby, you have your mother with you, don't be afraid. No matter how hard it is, your mother will definitely bring you up. Although your mother cannot give you a father, your mother will give you everything she has, so that you can grow up safely and without worries."

Ye Rong spent her time doing handicrafts while she was awake. In addition to feeding her daughter and eating some simple meals, she spent all her time on these handicrafts.

Yan Huan knew that Ye Rong was busy, so she lay on the small bed, acting as a qualified mollusk, practicing the strength of her arms and legs from time to time, and then she thought about many things in her wild imagination, such as what she would do in this life, she would have more opportunities than others, but no matter how many opportunities she had, she had never bought a lottery ticket, so she didn't know which day she would win the prize, and then she would buy a lottery ticket, wouldn't she have everything.

She stretched out her chubby little hand and rubbed her tender and chubby little face.

She still wanted to be an actor, Yan Huan was born for this line of work, she not only wanted to be a queen of the screen, but also to make better films, she would be stronger, more powerful, go further, and stand higher than in her previous life.

Also, how could such a beautiful little face of hers be buried like this? Lu Yi would take the same path in the future, and she had to take this path to match him.

And she believed that with her life experience of two lifetimes and her talent for acting, she would definitely become famous very early in this life.

Well, when she grows up a little bit, she will become a child star, and then make money, and take Yiling out of the orphanage, and their family of three will definitely get better and better.

She believed it, she absolutely believed it.

"What are you thinking about again?"

Ye Rong had been standing in front of her daughter for a long time. She really felt that the child's expression was a little too rich. Sometimes she frowned, sometimes she looked sad. Why did she have so many expressions?

She squatted down and gently poked her daughter's little face.

Yan Huan was slightly stunned for a moment, but she didn't know when Ye Rong stood here. Could it be that she was too imaginative, so she didn't even notice when Ye Rong came?

Of course, she couldn't let Ye Rong think that she could understand what adults said. After all, she was still young now. She had to grow up for another half a year before she could learn to speak. She was like other ordinary children, growing up and growing up in the same way.

Instead of turning herself into a little monster.

She didn't want to be a child prodigy because her family's conditions did not allow her to have a brilliant brain. She could be good-looking because her mother was good-looking, so she could make a big deal out of her face.

As for intelligence, she shook her head. Ye Rong couldn't afford a precocious girl. If she was born too early, her mother would have to work harder than now, and if she was a hindrance, her mother might have to work harder.

She would not let the past scene repeat itself, which would also make her mother die before she reached the age of 40.

Ye Rong took out a bottle of milk from the kitchen. She really didn't have to worry about Yan Huan now. Yan Huan was so well behaved. She lay on the small bed all day, dazed, playing with her fingers, and she hadn't cried for a long time.

And Ye Rong really had never seen a child who was easier to take care of than her daughter.

The eldest sister's child was easy to take care of, but he might not be as well-behaved and obedient as her little Huan Huan. Her little Huan Huan was too obedient and too troublesome. The older she got, the better she got, and the less she worried about her.

So, she really gave birth to a daughter, a good daughter.

"Come, baby, let's have milk."

Ye Rong came over, put the bottle in her daughter's little hand, and then held her up and sat her up. Yan Huan is now five months old. She can sit up with the help of an adult. Unlike before, she was like a soft-boned bun, which made Ye Rong afraid to hold her, for fear of hurting her or breaking her fragile bones.

She finally grew up a little and became stronger, but she was still a little small, which made people worry.