He ran along the river and went out with his mother to have midnight snack last night. After the midnight snack, his mother took him to walk around the neighborhood, and he wrote down all the road.

I won't lose myself.

After running for an hour, Lan Ziran was still in good spirits. Her handsome little face was a little red, and her hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat, with a bit of magical beauty.

After he was three years old, he learned Taekwondo with his mother and Jinyan's mother, and he has always been in good health.

This time, he signed "Box Boy" to show his skills. He likes the roles in the play very much and acts easily.

He took out his cell phone from his backpack and looked at the time. It was almost nine o'clock, so he had to buy breakfast for his mother.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked around with clear and bright eyes.

Mom said that the Fashion Square is not far from here, and there are many delicious food there.

But where should he go?

Lan Ziran looked around and jogged towards him with a handsome uncle.

Lan Ziran walked over with a smile and shouted, "Uncle, please disturb me, how can I go to Fashion Square?"

This person is not someone else, just like Lu Haocheng who came out for a morning jog.

Of course, the more reason he came out was to meet Lan Xin.

Lu Haocheng stopped and looked at the familiar child in front of him. The sound was not as soft as other children, but with a warmth like the sun and a pair of clear and bright eyes, as confident and handsome as in his picture.

Lu Haocheng didn't expect that he couldn't sleep all night last night and wanted to see the child.

After a wave of daily superstition, I really saw this child the next morning.

"Uncle!" Lan Ziran looked at Lu Haocheng without saying anything and called out again.

But it's strange, why did he feel that this uncle looks very similar to him?

Lu Haocheng came to his senses instantly.

Looking at the child who was smiling brightly in front of him, their facial features were even more similar when they looked closer.

Lu Haocheng's heart swelled up in the moment when he encountered it unexpectedly, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

He pursed his lips, and Taishan pressed his head. He was still as nervous as a mountain. His hoarse voice was a little dry, and it was much gentler than usual: "Are you Lan Ziran?"

Lan Ziran was slightly stunned, but she didn't expect to be recognized.

He smiled politely, "Does Uncle know me? Uncle, are we a little similar?"

Lu Haocheng was graceful and arrogant. Judging from what this silly child said, he should be like him.

"Lan Ziran, six years old, has been popular all over the country recently. She just won the first place in the piano competition a few days ago. Anyone who watches TV knows Lan Ziran's little star." Lu Haocheng is so lucky that Mu Ziheng taught him a lesson last night, and he can leave a good impression in front of this, which is likely to be his son.

Lan Ziran smiled modestly, "Thank you for your attention to me, goodbye!"

Lan Ziran is in a hurry, and he will be anxious after a while when his mother wakes up and doesn't see him.

"etc!"

Lu Haocheng quickly called him.

Lan Ziran turned around, looked at him with a smile, and waited for him to speak.

Lu Haocheng walked to him, his eyebrows were often scattered, his thin lips curled slightly, and he said, "Aren't you going to the Fashion Square? I'll take you there, and I'm going to have breakfast there too."

"Thank you uncle!" Lan Ziran did not refuse. Someone led the way, which was faster than he found himself. Moreover, this uncle looked very similar to him, so he was very interested in him.
Chapter completed!