The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

It was still early when we returned to the Fu family. Today was a working day and Fu Sihuai had to go to the company.

The aunt ran out and handed him a cup of soy milk. After returning, she cleaned the table and brought out breakfast from the kitchen with another servant.

Perhaps because she had been told in advance, she accepted the identity of Xiao Qingqing very naturally.

Qingqing sat at the dining table, silently lowered her head and ate the buns without saying a word.

After finishing her meal, she leaned over to Fu Yueci and whispered, "Brother, are there only two of us at home?"

Fu Yueci shook his head. "Besides me, you have three older brothers, but only my third brother and I are at home now. The others are not here."

It’s a very simple relationship and easy to remember, and it won’t confuse children.

After hearing what he said, the little girl raised her soft white face and asked in a baby voice.

"What about the third brother? Can I meet him?"

Fu Yueci paused as he stood up, his lips straightened, and his eyes dimmed within two seconds.

"Third brother is in poor health and is recuperating."

Qingqing said "oh" obediently, and seeing that he seemed to be leaving, she stood up and looked at him eagerly.

The servant brought a school uniform jacket. Fu Yueci took it in his hand, looked down at the little girl, and explained to her.

"I have to go to school now and won't be back until the evening. Don't run around at home alone. Aunt Liu will take you to your room after she finishes her work. Just wait for me."

When they first arrived in a new place, Qingqing became very dependent on him.

But she also knew that she couldn't delay her brother from going to school, so she stood aside obediently to make way for him.

"I understand, brother. Qingqing will wait for you to come back."

Seeing that the little girl was so sensible, Fu Yueci moved the fingers hanging by his side, thought for a while, and raised his hand to rub her head.

She said unnaturally, "Then be obedient, and I'll bring you something delicious when I come back."

When the little dumpling's head was touched, his eyes instantly became excited.

"Uh-huh!"

It’s not because the food is delicious, but because her brother touched her head!

So happy~

After watching his back as he left, Qingqing sat obediently on the sofa for a while.

After Aunt Liu cleaned up the house, she took her to her room.

The room was very clean and you could tell at a glance that no one had ever lived there. All the furniture inside was new and some things were still unpacked.

"Oh, I was so busy I forgot."

Aunt Liu slapped her head in frustration and muttered to herself, "This quilt hasn't been aired yet, the new sheets haven't been washed, and the mattress hasn't been taken apart. There's so much to do! I'm really getting more confused as I get older!"

She spoke a little too fast, and Xiao Qingqing couldn't understand what she was saying, but she heard the last sentence.

"Auntie, you are not old~" Tuanzi's baby voice was so serious that Aunt Liu was very happy to hear it.

"Oh, miss, you are so cute..."

Women all care about their age, and even Aunt Liu, who has been slaughtering fish at RT-Mart for more than ten years, is no exception.

She began to tidy up Qingqing's room. Because the little one might be accidentally hurt by her in the room, she took Qingqing to the small garden.

"Miss, you play here first. I'll clean up quickly and then come back to take you back."

Aunt Liu looked at Qingqing as if she were her own granddaughter and spoke softly to her.

After giving the instructions, she turned around and went back to pack her things.

The little girl sat obediently on the beautiful wooden bench for a while. When she saw the gardener fall while watering the flowers in the distance, she quickly ran over to help.

Although it can't help much.

On the upper floor facing the garden, a corner of the gray curtains in a window was drawn open.

The person inside glanced around casually and was finally attracted by the little ball running around.

Fu Xueji looked at it for a while longer.

His face was pale, his body was incredibly thin, and his skin had a sickly cold white hue.

But she had a clean appearance, with a pair of clear peach blossom eyes. Due to a long illness, the corners of her eyes were stained crimson, making her look a little gloomy. The insides of her thin, petal-like lips were a little pink, but there was no other color.

This body was so weak that one could tell at a glance that he didn't have much time left to live.

He was looking at this strange guy.

The little girl's clothes were not fancy, but they were very clean.

Her legs were a little unsteady when she ran, perhaps because she was injured somewhere, but this did not affect the vigorous vitality emanating from her.

Like a bird, it's different from him.

Fu Xueji looked at it for a long time, his pale and thin fingers unconsciously pressed against the transparent glass.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Third Young Master, your medicine is ready."

He took a step back and let go of his hand expressionlessly.

The grey curtains were drawn shut, shutting out the outside world.

Before the servant came over with the medicine, the bitter smell unique to Chinese medicine had already spread.

It's black, a bit sticky, and looks bitter.

But there was no resistance on his face, as if he was numb.

Finally, he was choked by the small medicine residue that had not been filtered out. His face turned red instantly and he couldn't suppress the coughing sound.

It was a long time before he stopped coughing, but his face looked even worse.

The servant left with the medicine bowl. Before she left, Fu Xueji spoke a few words.

"Take that pot of flowers out."

The servant paused for a moment, then hugged the withered flowers on the desk, gently closed the door and walked out.

This is a very beautiful jasmine, also the third young master's favorite variety.

But it didn't live up to its expectations. The third young master ordered people to hold it in the sun and water it every day... They raised it like a child for three months, but it died before it bloomed.

...

Qingqing had a lot of fun watering the flowers in the garden with the gardener.

After standing for a long time, her legs felt a little sore. Just at this time, Aunt Liu had cleaned up the room and came to call her in.

Qingqing followed her obediently, and when she entered the door, she saw the pot of flowers in the servant's hand.

The little guy's eyes fell on the wilted leaves, and suddenly he couldn't move his feet.

"Sister~" she spoke, carefully pointing to the pot of flowers in her arms, looking at it eagerly.

"Can I have this pot of flowers?"

The servant was stunned for a moment and asked uncertainly, "Is this pot of precious jasmine?"

The little girl nodded, her big eyes unblinking.

"This is what the Third Young Master told me to take away and throw away. I could give it to you, but it's already dead, so there's no use keeping it."

Hearing this, Qingqing became anxious, "Sister, don't throw it away, give it to me!"

Third Young Master, is that Third Brother?

Qingqing's mind flashed back to what her brother had said to her that morning.

The third brother is in poor health. If this pot of flowers could come back to life, would he be happier?

Thinking of this, she wanted this pot of flowers even more.