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Before leaving the hotel and returning home, Fu Wanwan came to see Qingqing once.

But at that time she was far away and saw the little guy lying listlessly on Frost's shoulder and yawning, so she stopped.

He stood there and thought about it, but in the end he didn't come over and turned back.

After changing into her dress, she went to the place where scented candles were made that morning and put the ones made by Qingqing into a box.

At that time, Fu Yueci also patiently made one, which was not very good-looking, so she packed it up and placed it on top.

She put them in another bag and only picked out the best-looking ones. She discarded those with even the slightest flaws.

Thinking that the little one might have forgotten about the candles, she picked up the two bags, thinking that if she met Qingqing's unreliable brothers on the road, she could give the candles to them to take back.

What if she suddenly remembers that she wants to play, and then comes to the hotel to look for it, she may not be able to find it.

She walked slowly, and there were staff members on the road who offered to carry her things, but she found it easy to carry and felt it was unnecessary, so she refused.

When she walked to the front of the art gallery, she didn't meet any of the three people. Fu Wanwan was already wondering whether she should ask the bodyguard to help her get there, when she suddenly saw Mr. Fu.

He was talking to someone, and when Wanwan walked up to him, the old man had just sent the person away.

I turned around and saw her.

Fu Wanwan stopped, clenched the bag with both hands, and called out "Grandpa" nervously.

Old Master Fu drank a little wine tonight. Although it was not as good as the one brewed by the Xiao family, he enjoyed himself because he was happy about his granddaughter's engagement.

His face was flushed now, and he was smiling, "It's Wanwan, you haven't gone home yet?"

Fu Wanwan shook her head, "Grandpa, have you seen Fu Yueci?"

"Xiaoyue, it seems like he went back with Qingqing just now."

Qingqing was sleepy, so Shuangjiang took her back to sleep first.

Xiaoyue also squeezed into the other person's car. The younger ones have privileges and are not needed for entertaining or seeing off guests. The only thing their parents ask of them is to behave well, not run around, and not make trouble.

"Do you have something to do with Xiaoyue?"

Fu Wanwan lifted the bag in her right hand and said softly, "It's nothing. These are the candles Qingqing made at noon. She forgot to take them when she left. I was thinking of asking Fu Yueci to help bring them back to her."

When he heard that it was Qingqing who did it, Mr. Fu suddenly became interested.

He walked over, looked into the bag curiously, and reached out to take it while talking.

"What candle? Let me see."

Fu Wanwan lowered her head and opened the bag, stretching it wide.

The old man took the one that was on top, opened the box, took out the candle and looked at it in his hand.

This one looks weird, and the color of the glass container doesn't match the candle inside at all, but after looking at it carefully, the old man still went ahead and praised it.

"Not bad, not bad, she's really pretty, worthy of being my granddaughter."

Fu Wanwan stared at the candle and felt something was wrong. After looking carefully at the color scheme, she remembered.

Realizing that Mr. Fu had made a mistake, she quickly reminded him, "Grandpa, that wasn't made by Qingqing, that was made by Fu Yueci. He only made one, and the rest in the bag were made by Qingqing."

Hearing this, the old man who had just been praising the candles changed his expression instantly.

As he stuffed the candles into the box, he complained, "So it was Xiaoyue who made it. No wonder it's so ugly. This damn kid has no artistic talent at all. He only knows how to torture people's eyes. In the future, don't ask him to join in games that have anything to do with art and aesthetics..."

Fu Wanwan was stunned for a moment and looked at him blankly.

After a few seconds, he realized what he had just heard and burst out laughing.

She never knew that her grandfather was so cute and could also complain about people.

Mr. Fu had already excitedly opened the small candles made by Qingqing. Seeing the cute containers and fresh colors, he nodded with satisfaction.

This time, the compliment came from the heart, "How cute! This little bear is exactly like the ones at home."

Fu Wanwan suppressed her laughter and said, "Yes, Qingqing is a quick learner."

The old man nodded in agreement, his words filled with complacency and pride, and he said childishly, "She is smart, much smarter than her brothers."

He opened each of the things Qingqing made and looked at them one by one, and only asked when he saw the last one.

"This thing can be used as a candle, right? Light it up and put it on the bedside?" He seemed quite interested.

Fu Wanwan hurriedly explained to him, feeling a little excited, especially when she was very close to her grandfather, as if a warm current was flowing through her heart.

Her voice was very soft, without any impatience as when facing Fu Yueci. She really wanted to tell him everything she knew.

It was explained so clearly, and the old man was not stupid, so of course he understood it.

He uttered an "oh," and said, "That's quite useful. It's different from what I used when I was a kid. When I was a kid, I used a long red candle. After lighting it, some of the wax would drip onto the table. I guess you haven't seen that kind of candles now..."

Fu Wanwan lowered her head and listened carefully. She clenched the bag in her left hand and thought over and over whether she should give the candles she made to her grandfather.

When the old man finally finished speaking, she finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Grandpa, Qingqing and I made a few together. You can take them back with you. You can keep them. They can help you sleep."

When she made it, she was thinking of using it for herself because she was under a lot of pressure after her senior year of high school. So the aromatherapy essential oils she used were all for sleep aids. In addition to herself, they are also perfect for the elderly.

After Fu Wanwan finished explaining, she opened the bag and showed it to her.

Mr. Fu opened one and found it was a bright yellow orange.

His eyes lit up and he nodded and praised, "Not bad, not bad, very beautiful."

After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Fu Wanwan with satisfaction, "This color is mixed to look like the real thing. Besides Xiaoyue, everyone in our family is very artistic. That's great."

Fu Wanwan lowered her head and smiled. This was the first time she knew that such a small handicraft could get praise from her grandfather.

She didn't delay Mr. Fu for long, and handed the things to the bodyguard in the direction he pointed.

Before sending it, I asked the hotel staff for a pen and sticky notes.

Carefully divide each one into categories to identify who made it, and then write the scent and function for each of your candles.