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"Of course, this is what Mr. Fu told me to do. He told me to take you out to play when I'm free."

"Did your uncle say that?"

This was the first time Xiao Mo saw a childlike smile on Qingqing's face since this morning, and she felt happy too.

"That's what the gentleman said before he left. Are you going out later?"

Qingqing blinked and looked at her expectantly, "Can it be later? I want to clean the flowers first and then send them to my third brother."

Xiao Mo nodded without thinking, "Of course."

She helped Qingqing, and the two of them worked more efficiently.

Halfway through wiping, Xiao Mo remembered the third brother that Qingqing had just mentioned.

If I remember correctly, the third son of your family is in poor health, right?

A pot of flowers was quickly wiped clean. This pot of jasmine exuded vitality and vigor. It grew vigorously, and its dense leaves covered all the branches. Each leaf was full and emerald green.

After being carefully wiped by the two of them, it now looks as beautiful as if it were fake.

Xiao Mo couldn't help but exclaim in admiration again.

This is the best-maintained potted plant she has ever seen. Just looking at it makes people feel good.

"Let's go, Miss. Let's take it to the third young master." Xiao Mo bent down to help Qingqing pick up the flowerpot.

But at this time, the little guy hesitated.

She looked up at Xiao Mo and said softly, "I don't know which room Third Brother lives in."

"Just ask your family."

Xiao Qingqing was still hesitating. She was actually a little scared because she had never met her third brother and didn't know what kind of person he was.

But Xiao Mo had already stopped a servant and asked. Qingqing, who was standing beside their legs, recognized that the servant was the sister who had given her the flowers.

"Miss, do you want to see the Third Young Master? But he just took his medicine and is now asleep."

The servant's face looked troubled.

Xiao Mo lowered his eyes and looked at Qingqing, then whispered, "Miss, we can come back and send you off after we get back."

The little guy tilted his soft white face up and hesitated for a few seconds.

"Sister, then we won't go. Can you give Huahua to Third Brother?"

The servant took one look at the flowers in Xiao Mo's hand and was surprised by their growth.

She recognized the flowerpot, but not the flower inside, and thought Qingqing had planted a new one in it.

After all, no one could have imagined that Jasmine, who was practically dead a few days ago, would come back to life in just five days and look completely different.

Thinking of the fact that the Third Young Master liked Jasmine, the servant nodded quickly.

She smiled and took the flowers, "Of course Miss, leave it to me."

She didn't even think about how Qingqing got such a big pot of flowers.

"Thank you~"

Qingqing watched the servant's back as he left. After he was completely out of sight, she took Xiaomo's hand and looked at her eagerly.

"Sister, can we go out now?"

"of course can."

As they were about to go out, Xiao Qingqing was still a little scared. She held Xiao Mo's hand and walked to the door of the Fu family villa. Looking at the road outside, a fear of the unknown arose from the bottom of her heart.

"Miss, please wait a moment. I just contacted the driver and he will be here soon."

She now realized that the young lady seemed to have never gone out.

After thinking about it, Xiao Mo bent down and picked her up.

The Fu family lives in a villa area, which is next to the river and has beautiful scenery.

While the two were standing outside the door waiting for the driver, two cars happened to pass by on the road in front of them.

Qingqing was held in his arms and was looking at the Fu family behind him, so she didn't notice.

So naturally, I didn't see a familiar face flash by in the car behind me.

The Shen family also lives in this villa area, but it is too big and the two families are far apart.

She leaned softly against the car window, stretched her head out, and leaned forward to look at the two people who had just flashed by.

Mrs. Shen carried her down and said gently, "Ruanruan, this is very dangerous. Don't do this when riding in a car in the future."

Ruanruan hummed absentmindedly, thinking about the person she had just seen.

Was it an illusion? She felt that the child in the woman's arms just now looked like Qingqing.

Although she didn't see her face, only her back, she felt similar because she was too familiar with Qingqing.

And when she saw that figure from behind, her heart skipped a beat.

But then Ruanruan thought again, Qingqing is now in the orphanage and should not appear here.

This is a villa area, and the people living here are all rich people, such as the Shen family.

What qualifications do you have to come in?

Thinking of this, her heart was at ease again.

At this time, inside the Fu family.

The servant opened the door, took the pot of flowers given by Qingqing, and placed it gently on the bedside.

The curtains in the room were drawn and the air conditioner was on, so it was very warm.

She glanced at the person on the bed, seeing that he was not awake, and then she carefully backed out.

More than ten minutes later, the pale boy on the bed opened his eyes. He subconsciously covered his heart with his hands and hunched his body.

But when I was halfway through this exercise, I realized that my heart didn't feel uncomfortable after waking up today.

He sleeps a lot, but only for an hour at most each time, and the same is true at night.

Basically, I sleep for a while and wake up for a while, without distinguishing between day and night, and this goes on for a long time.

Fu Xueji narrowed his eyes and looked at the gray ceiling, but suddenly smelled the scent of jasmine at the tip of his nose.

I must have been smelling it all along, but I only just now calmed down and looked for the source of the fragrance.

He tilted his head and looked at the table, where a pot of jasmine had been placed at some point.

Fu Xueji got up from the bed, and when he saw the familiar flowerpot, he felt as if he was in a dream or not.

He seemed to have more strength in his body and was no longer as weak as before.

Fu Xueji sat at the head of the bed, stroking the flowerpot with his pale hands, looking at the roots of the jasmine, watching the direction of its branches...

His black hair was messy, but his light brown eyes were surprisingly bright.

This is the pot he threw away before!

He was sure of it because he would stare at Jasmine at the head of the bed over and over again when he woke up in the middle of the night, and had already engraved its appearance in his heart.

Fu Xueji carefully parted the lush branches and leaves and saw a white flower.

The faint jasmine scent in the room comes from it.

His pale face became a little more rosy, as if a warm current was flowing through his body.

He had seen this pot of flowers in the hands of the new sister who had just arrived four days ago.

She was sitting in the small garden at the time.

Fu Xueji couldn't believe it. In just five days, this pot of jasmine not only came back to life, but also grew so beautifully.

He pressed the bell beside the bed, and soon the servant came in.

"Third Young Master." The servant called him.

Fu Xueji raised his eyes, and his voice didn't sound as weak as before, but sounded a little better.

"Flowers, where did they come from?"