The Milk Balls Were Taken Away, and the Richest Man Concentrated on Washing the Milk Bottles

On Porridge's third birthday, her mother died. Her aunt said she was her nemesis and that she could only be forgiven by her mother by working day and night. She didn't dare to sleep, and whenever her eyelids fell asleep, she would slap herself hard on the face, telling herself that she had to atone for her sins. Just when she was about to lose her strength, she seemed to see her mother coming to pick her up. She smiled and stretched out her thin little hands: Auntie didn't lie to me. Mom forgives me. Sheng Jinshu passed by and picked up her who was only breathing. From then on, the Sheng family doted on her. Uncle Sheng: This is the daughter I picked up in a pink sack. Isn't she pretty? The old man of the Sheng family: That's nonsense. You picked it up. This is my granddaughter. Whatever the baby wants, grandpa will buy it. With her arrival, Mrs. Sheng, who was in a vegetative state, suddenly became alive and well, and her cousin in the wheelchair also recovered. And she also learned many things by talking to animals, and helped the Sheng family resolve crises time and time again. Mr. Sheng: She is indeed my granddaughter, she looks very much like me. Mrs. Sheng: Don't tell me, this kid looks just like our cold-blooded Yi Sheng. The five uncles and two aunts kept nodding, and they also noticed that they were very similar to their eldest brother. It was discovered through DNA that she was a member of the Sheng family. The eldest son of the Sheng family picked up the little fat boy and kissed him: "Rice, I am your biological father." The uncle angrily snatched it from his hand: I am the one. Congee calls directly: Baba~It's the Baba~~The nest is all over~~No. Don't argue.