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The boss's expression froze, knowing that he had met an expert.

He was no longer as confident as before. After an awkward cough, he gave a real price.

"One hundred, my flowerpot is worth more than thirty yuan."

This time, Xiao Mo paid without saying a word.

Her initial fifty was nonsense, and being able to reduce it to one hundred was already the limit.

After paying the money, Xiao Mo called the driver and asked him to move the pot of Dendrobium to the car.

She took Qingqing to buy two more items.

One pot is of chrysanthemum and the other is of jasmine, both of which are common in the market.

Back in the car, the little guy would glance at the Dendrobium orchid in Xiao Mo's hands from time to time, and his expression was happier than if he had bought new clothes.

Xiao Mo asked someone to help move the flowers she bought into the room, right where the jasmine was placed in front of the balcony.

After lunch, Qingqing hurried back to her room.

She has nothing to do now, and the only thing that makes her feel fulfilled is growing flowers.

When she had nothing to do in the orphanage, she liked to play with flowers and plants. Seeing them bloom beautifully made her happy.

After tidying up these three pots of flowers, she felt a little hungry.

Qingqing went downstairs and walked to the small refrigerator prepared for her.

She took out a small mousse cake from it and walked into the room carefully holding it.

Two servants who were chatting nearby passed by her, but because the little girl was too short, they didn't notice her.

"I just went to check, and the Third Young Master is still sleeping. Do you want to tell the gentleman about it?"

"Maybe he woke up in the middle of the night, but you didn't notice it. Wouldn't that disturb the gentleman?"

"You're right..."

The voices of the two men acted like a rope that stopped the little girl who was about to go upstairs.

She looked back at the two maids and fell into deep thought.

Did something happen to my third brother?

The little girl's happiness when she first got the cake was gone. She went back and ate while thinking whether she should go and have a look.

She was at home all day and night, and sometimes she would hear the servants chatting.

From this, we learned that the third brother had a very strange disease, and everyone spoke of him with a tone of regret and fear.

After consuming a small cake for more than ten minutes, Qingqing opened the door again and saw her sister talking to someone on the stairs.

She carefully pushed open the farthest white door, went in for a minute, and ran out in a panic.

"Hurry up and contact the doctor and the sir. The Third Young Master has been sleeping for so long. Something must have happened!"

The servants were frightened and hurried to the living room to contact Fu Sihuai using the home phone. In the panic, no one noticed that there was a small ball the size of a potato standing beside his legs.

Qingqing walked to the door she had just walked to. Before she got close, the warm temperature in the room flowed out through the crack of the door and wrapped her up.

The servant was so frightened that he was in a panic and forgot to close the door when he hurried downstairs to make a phone call.

The door was ajar at this time, leaving only a small gap.

It opened as soon as Qingqing touched it with her hand.

The room is large and not brightly lit.

All the windows were covered with opaque curtains, with only a dim light on by the bed in the distance, making it impossible to tell whether it was day or night once one entered.

A room perfect for sleeping, and different from what she had imagined.

She stood at the door for a while, holding the door frame with her small hands, looking around but not daring to go in.

The air was filled with a bitter medicinal smell with the scent of jasmine, which has now become much lighter and is quite pleasant.

Qingqing hesitated at the door for a long time, but finally decided to leave.

The door was open a little wide, and she wanted to help close it.

But the door handle was too high for the little girl to reach.

She stood at the door and thought for a long time. Suddenly, a good idea came to her mind and her eyes lit up.

She walked into the room and stood behind the door, feeling proud of the good idea she had come up with.

If she can’t pull it up from the outside, then she can go inside and push it to close it!

With a click, the door of the room closed tightly, and Qingqing smiled happily.

She is a smart child.

Okay, now that the door is closed, she is leaving too. She can’t disturb her brother’s sleep.

After this thought came to her mind, Xiao Qingqing prepared to go out.

However, the next second, facing the closed door, she froze in place.

Eh?

Eh!

How come she was locked in the room?

The little girl's proud expression visibly collapsed. She stood on tiptoe and leaned her small body against the door, but still couldn't reach it.

"Woo woo..." A bolt from the blue!

She couldn't help sobbing softly, and raised her white and tender arms to wipe away her tears.

It's too early to say, she's not smart at all.

Qingqing lay on the door, like a salted fish hung out to dry, with no desire to live.

Because she never looked back from beginning to end, she naturally had no idea how long the person behind her had been looking at her.

The room was very quiet, so even the faintest sound behind him could be heard clearly.

"Qingqing."

When the little girl heard someone calling her, she stopped crying and turned back with tears in her eyes.

Seeing the figure sitting up, she wiped her tears, and there was some nervousness in her baby voice.

"Brother..."

Although she was nervous, it couldn't stop her from being curious.

As she walked over there, a look of surprise flashed across the little girl's eyes.

What a handsome brother!

Fu Xueji was also looking at her.

The child has a chubby face and a pair of big watery eyes like a deer with red eye sockets. At first glance, he looks very smart and makes people feel pity for him.

He stretched out his hand, thin and pale, "Qingqing, come here."

Little Dumpling walked a little closer, looked at the pale hand, thought for a moment, and then put his chubby little hand on it.

"Brother, your hands are so cold." Her voice was small.

Fu Xueji moved his fingers, as if trying to pull them back.

There was a hint of apology in his voice. "Yes, there are some."

He didn't pull it back. The child was holding his hand, and said in a soft and tender voice, "Qingqing will warm you up."

She held Fu Xueji's fingers seriously, as if this could really warm his hands.

Fu Xueji curved his thin white lips and smiled shyly at her, "Thank you, Qingqing."