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

Xiao Su knew that she was angry, so he didn't dare say anything. He lowered his head and apologized humbly.

"Sister, I know I was wrong, please don't be angry."

Xiao Qingdai withdrew her hand and closed her eyes sickly. Her gloomy phoenix eyes were a little red, and now faded a little.

She looked even more listless and her face was very pale.

Xiao Su saw that she closed her eyes and her pale lips were tightly pursed.

His heart tightened, and just as he was about to say something, the invisible man Frost came over, bent down and whispered in his ear.

"Third Young Master, please go back first."

Xiao Su raised his eyes and glanced at the sick look on Xiao Qingdai's face, feeling very annoyed.

He clearly knew that his elder sister was not in good health, so why was he arguing with her like he was possessed just now?

He stood up from the ground, his voice soft, as if he was afraid that a little louder would disturb others, "Sister, I'm leaving first."

After leaving the attic, Xiao Su raised his hand and lightly touched his face, and instantly grimaced in pain.

"Hiss——" This slap was thrown in anger, using all the strength

Besides, he hadn't been beaten for many years, so this slap would really hurt for a few days.

...

Xiao Qingqing, who was carried out by Shuangjiang a few minutes ago, saw her father in the living room of the Xiao family.

She happily stretched out her arms and said in a sweet voice, "Daddy~"

Fu Sihuai, who was talking to the Xiao family's housekeeper, stopped and turned to look at her.

The little girl was put on the ground, then she happily jumped up and hugged his legs.

"I knew you would come pick me up!"

The sweet scent of osmanthus filled his body.

Fu Sihuai bent down and picked her up. He brushed off the leaves on her head with his big hands and said goodbye to the housekeeper.

"Goodbye, Mr. Fu." Shuangjiang said with a smile.

Fu Sihuai paused for a moment when he saw the frost.

He didn't expect that it would be Xiao Qingdai's people who delivered it.

He nodded slightly, then turned and left with the child in his arms.

"Dad~" In the car, Xiao Qingqing raised her little face and asked him curiously, "Where are we going?"

"Go home." Concise and to the point.

After a two-second pause, perhaps realizing that his attitude seemed a little cold, Fu Sihuai added in a calm voice.

"It's in the capital city. Both of your brothers are there."

"Oh~"

Xiao Qingqing looked out the car window expectantly. Because she slept very late last night and was woken up by the wind in the morning, her eyelids gradually became heavy.

The car turned left at the traffic light, and the little guy's body swayed with it.

Fu Sihuai saw it, and he put his hand on her back to prevent her from falling to the side.

He placed his entire palm on her back, firmly.

Xiao Qingqing turned her body around and fell towards him.

There is a central armrest between the two seats, which is made of a relatively hard material.

When her little head was about to hit the armrest, Fu Sihuai cushioned it with one hand.

His palm was big and dry. The little girl rubbed it and closed her eyes in satisfaction.

"Qingqing?" Fu Sihuai kept holding her little head and called softly.

Qingqing did not open her eyes, and her consciousness was just hazy.

There was a hint of coquettishness in her babyish voice, "Daddy, I'm sleepy~"

"Then go to sleep."

After saying this, Fu Sihuai's hands never moved again, and he maintained this posture until he reached the door of his house.

This is a luxury house with a river view, facing the most prosperous financial port in Beijing. Not only is the scenery beautiful, but the price is also shockingly high.

Fu Sihuai held her firmly with one hand and pressed the elevator button for the ninth floor with the other.

The little girl was sleeping soundly, and a small osmanthus flower had stuck to the tip of her nose at some point.

After the elevator stopped, she heard a ding in a daze, opened her eyes, took a look, and then fell asleep again.

Inside the house, Fu Yueci opened the door.

"Dad, you..."

He had just said two words when he saw Qingqing sleeping and swallowed the words that were about to come out.

He walked to the front and pushed open the door of a bedroom. After putting the sleeping girl to bed, the two of them walked into the living room.

"Dad, grandpa just called and asked you to come over."

"Yeah." Fu Sihuai lowered his eyes and patted the millet-sized osmanthus flowers on his body. Even his hands were fragrant.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

When he saw the strange clothes Qingqing was wearing, he remembered what Aunt Liu had told him.

"Qingqing doesn't have many clothes with her, so she needs to buy some."

"it is good."

Fu Sihuai didn't ask many questions. He was the type to pay silently.

He took out his cell phone and called his assistant, asking him to select some children's clothing brands and bring them over.

After hanging up, he told the boy next to him.

"I'm going to the old house and I don't know when I'll be back. Contact Mu Feng after Qingqing wakes up."

"Ok."

Then he left home in a hurry.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the little girl woke up.

She was a little confused when she just woke up, but when she opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar environment around her, her little head suddenly became clear.

She quickly got out from under the covers, put on her shoes and ran to the door.

The door of the room here was different from the door of her bedroom in City A. The door handle was not lowered specifically, so she couldn't reach it.

So the little guy started knocking on the door, shouting, "Is there anyone there?"

Fu Yueci, who happened to be passing by, heard the noise. He opened the door and lowered his eyes to look at the little guy behind it.

"Are you awake, sister?"

"Brother!" The moment she saw him, Qingqing's eyes lit up with surprise, "It's you, brother! I'm home!"

Fu Yueci's smile deepened. He bent down and picked up the little girl. The tip of his nose was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus. "Yes, our father brought you back. This is our home in the capital."

He carried Qingqing to the restaurant for dinner, and came out halfway to call his assistant Mu Feng, asking him to bring some selected children's clothing brands to his house.

More than ten minutes later, the little girl came out of the restaurant after finishing her meal. Seeing the drastically changed living room, her face was full of confusion.

The originally empty living room is now full of people and lots of clothes.

"Brother?" She turned and looked at Fu Yueci.

The young man waved his hand generously.

"Sister, you go and pick. Keep the ones you like, and let them take the ones they don't like back home."

Several brand managers looked at Qingqing enthusiastically and introduced their own brands to her.

Fu Yueci sat by and watched for a while, occasionally giving some advice.

Following his suggestion, Qingqing tried on several sets of clothes in a row.

At first, Fu Yueci really wanted to help her pick out suitable clothes, but after watching Xiao Qingqing change into one outfit after another, he suddenly became a little addicted.

How does this feel like playing Miracle Nikki?

So he started giving her random orders, and before she even finished trying one trick, he started giving her the next trick, and the next trick...

Qingqing came out of the room weakly, and when she saw the dozen or so sets of clothes lined up, her eyes went dark.

She turned her head and just heard Fu Yueci talking.

"Take the white bear set, and try the yellow one too. Forget it, hang up every color and line up..."

Seeing his relaxed look, Qingqing cried out and ran towards him angrily.

The little girl's face flushed with anger. She raised her pink little fist and rushed over to him, threatening fiercely, "Brother, you are bad. I will beat you up!"

Fu Yueci caught her, and when Xiao Qingqing punched him, he pretended to be in pain and fell on the sofa.

Several brand managers looked at the brother and sister with a smile, and the same idea emerged in their minds.

The relationship between the brother and sister is really good~

At this moment, a senior saleswoman from one of the brands hung the clothes on the hanger. She quietly turned on her mobile phone, stood behind a cover, silently pressed the record button, and filmed the fighting brother and sister.