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

After Xiao Su went down, he never came back. He must have been tripped by Gu Shuyan.

Later, an aunt came up and asked Qingqing if there was anything she could help with.

In the middle of the night, the moon was high in the sky, and the moonlight shone through the attic window onto the ground, illuminating the room.

When Qingqing was drowsy, she seemed to hear the sound of the door opening.

The door opened a crack and then closed gently after a few seconds.

Half asleep and half awake, she guessed that the man was Uncle Xiao.

After the door closed, the footsteps gradually faded away and Qingqing fell asleep again.

In the early morning, a cool breeze mixed with moist water vapor blew in from the attic window. The wind was so strong that the fixed windows were shaken a little.

The wind kept blowing in a curve and woke up the sleeping girl.

She whimpered and shrank into the quilt.

It was such a big bed, but only one-eighth of the quilt was moved, and the rest was still fine, without even a wrinkle.

Qingqing couldn't pull the quilt, so she opened her eyes and relaxed for a while.

The sky was dark and foggy, it should be around five o'clock.

The little girl slowly crawled out of the quilt, reached out and grabbed her clothes for today, and put them into the still warm quilt to warm them up.

Warm, warm and wear again~

When he felt it was almost time, the little guy crawled out of the quilt and started to dress himself.

She was wearing a thin autumn coat, and a cool breeze blew in from outside. When it fell on Qingqing, she suddenly froze.

It felt like a chill ran up her spine, making her shiver and her head feel dizzy.

She moved more swiftly, quickly putting her clothes on and running to the bed to put on her shoes.

After thinking for a while, the little girl walked to the wardrobe and took out a furry coat.

This style looks like a shawl worn by a wealthy wife. Xiao Qingqing wrapped herself tightly, and with her fluffy hair, she looked like a messy kitten.

She opened the door of the room and walked downstairs.

There was an aunt who was there to keep the kids company at night in the attic. She lived in the nanny's room downstairs, but she hadn't woken up yet, so Qingqing was the only one in such a big attic.

The yard door was open and Qingqing walked out.

There were crystal dewdrops on the branches and leaves outside. A gust of wind shook them all off and fell to the ground.

The air is very fresh, and this environment can easily drive away sleepiness.

The little girl had forgotten which route she had taken when she came here last night. She wrapped herself in her furry coat and wandered around without a destination.

As she walked, she smelled a faint scent of osmanthus.

Qingqing walked towards the source of the fragrance.

A large osmanthus tree was planted in the middle of the corridor, with drops of yellow flowers the size of millet emerging from among the leaves.

Qingqing walked under the tree. The autumn wind blew, and osmanthus flowers fell on her shoulders like rain. The white furry shawl was covered with osmanthus flowers, like embellishment.

Osmanthus-flavored snow meiniang dumplings.

The little girl looked around, made sure there was no one around, and then held the tree trunk with both hands.

She looked at the tree, and the osmanthus tree seemed to be looking at her as well.

The autumn wind brings a sweet fragrance throughout the house.

Qingqing let go of her hand, tightened her shawl, turned around and prepared to leave.

Just then, a rain of osmanthus flowers suddenly fell in front of her.

There was no wind at this time, but all the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on the tree fell on her, filling her clothes with fragrance.

"You're welcome~" The little girl turned around and smiled sweetly, then shook her little head like a puppy.

Although it didn't shake down.

The little ball wrapped in osmanthus flowers jumped away from here.

At this time, in the largest attic of the house, a woman with a cold face opened the window of a room on the first floor, letting the bloody smell in the room spread out.

"Master, the osmanthus flowers are blooming." She turned around and helped a thin woman walk to the window.

"It smells so good this year." Shuangjiang said in a calm voice. She moved a chair to the window. After Xiao Qingdai sat down, she turned around and went out to move a pot of flowers into the house.

She packed everything up and whispered, "Master, I'll go get the people down there to settle the bill."

Frost turned around and went out, closing the door.

The house was silent, the light was dim, and there was a rotten and decadent silence.

Xiao Qingdai leaned against the windowsill. On her extremely thin face, only her eyes were extremely bright.

They were a pair of narrow and gloomy phoenix eyes, with pupils as thick as ink, without a trace of spirit.

Like an endless snowy wasteland, following the trail, all that is left is dead silence and desolation.

She was tired of the same scenery outside the window for three years, so her brothers changed the scenery every once in a while to cheer her up.

To Xiao Qingdai, every scene is the same.

She especially disliked seeing the sun in the past two years. When the sky turned pale, she narrowed her eyes and prepared to leave.

In the corner of his eye, something seemed to emerge from a patch of emerald green flowers.