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

Qingqing saw the little green dots seeping into her brother's wound. She didn't know if it would be useful, but at least it gave her some hope and made her feel less scared.

She felt a little pain in her eyes, but she didn't dare to pull her hand back to wipe them.

Gradually, after an unknown amount of time, some crystal sweat appeared on her forehead and she began to feel a little tired.

If you pull Fu Xueji's clothes off at this moment, you can see that the bloody wound on his shoulder is healing at an extremely fast speed.

Fu Xueji gradually regained consciousness. In a daze, he felt something warm flowing through his limbs.

It feels like soaking in warm water and being slowly lifted up by the buoyancy.

He opened his eyes and just saw a small green dot jumping in front of his eyes. It jumped up as if it had life, and then jumped into his body, leaving only a faint green light in his pupils.

Fu Xueji thought he was dazzled, but when he looked away, he was stunned.

He saw those little green dots again. They separated from Qingqing's fingers, fell lightly like raindrops, and merged lightly into his body.

Looking up, I saw the delicate face of the little girl. She had her eyes lowered, and her thick, curled eyelashes cast a gray shadow on her eyelids, trembling slightly.

Fu Xueji raised his hand, as if he realized something.

Xiao Qingqing's originally rosy cheeks became extremely pale, and her eyes and eyebrows revealed a weak and haggard look.

He raised his injured arm, and his slender and frail hand suddenly covered Qingqing's soft white hand, interrupting her.

The little girl was frightened and her shoulders trembled slightly.

When she saw the owner of the hand, her pupils dilated instantly, as if an electric current spread throughout her body, leaving her with a feeling of ecstasy.

Qingqing couldn't help it, she lay down and hugged his neck tightly, burying her little face in Fu Xueji's neck and crying loudly.

"Brother... I thought, I thought you..."

The childish voice was hoarse, weak and intermittent.

Fu Xueji raised his hand and held her in his arms. When he opened his mouth to say something, he smelled a bitter taste of medicine in his mouth.

He was very familiar with this taste.

He tilted his head to look at the ground, and sure enough, he saw a familiar medicine bowl.

This morning at around five o'clock, his father got up and boiled the medicine. Later, he went to pick up Qingqing, and Xiaoci helped him filter it.

It was not filtered well, and it was all medicine residue. I choked for three minutes after taking a sip.

It was so uncomfortable that he didn't finish the drink and left it on the bedside table.

Now that it appears here, you can imagine what it means.

Fu Xueji lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl crying on him. He couldn't say anything and hugged her tightly with a little force.

He hasn't had many meaningful moments in the past decade or so, and this happens to be one of them.

The room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of the little girl crying in my ears.

A large area of clothes around my neck was soaked and felt warm.

The little girl cried for a long time, and even his collarbone trembled.

Fu Xueji touched her head and looked at her closely with his clean black eyes.

"Qingqing." His voice was extremely hoarse, but much better than before.

Xiao Qingqing's hands were still holding him softly and cutely, and the hat of her polar bear suit was drooping listlessly.

She didn't say anything and her emotions had not yet calmed down.

Fu Xueji held her and coaxed her for a while, and the little girl finally raised her head.

Her own eyes were red and bloodshot, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Xiao Qingqing wiped her tears with her hands, staggered to her feet, and then bent down to hold Fu Xueji's hand.

His voice was still shaking as he spoke, "Brother, brother, let's call dad, you have to go to the hospital..."

Fu Xueji touched his wound. The blood was a little sticky, but the wound seemed to have healed and he didn't feel any pain.

He suppressed the shock in his heart, got up from the ground, and was about to say something when he heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

Qingqing froze, thinking that the aunt had come back, and quickly turned around to look.

The person who came in was Fu Yueci, followed by the designer and surveyor from the decoration company.

As soon as he finished stating his needs, the receptionist heard that he was from Yunjin Yicheng and immediately sent out the company's best designer and room surveyor.

So this trip didn't take too long.

Fu Yueci was still talking to the designer when he walked in. After walking through the entrance hall to the door of the reception room, his head buzzed when he saw the messy scene inside.

Seeing that it was him, Qingqing's heart finally relaxed. She pouted and called him brother in a wronged tone.

Fu Yueci was stunned, his heart pounding violently. He left the designer who was talking just now and walked inside.

"What's going on?" He asked anxiously, and then saw the large pool of blood on Fu Xueji's shoulder. His mind went blank for a moment, and he heard a rapid heartbeat in his chest.

"Third brother, you are injured!"

He didn't know what was going on, so he took out his cell phone and wanted to call the hospital.

Being close to him, Fu Xueji raised her hand and placed it on his cell phone, stopping him from making the call.

"I'll talk to you later. Let them go back first." His voice was hoarse and low.

Fu Yueci was stunned for a moment, because the hand that stopped him was the one that Fu Xueji was injured with.

He looked up and found that his third brother looked better than this morning. Instead, Qingqing's face was pale, which had never appeared on her face before.

A strange thought emerged in Fu Yueci's mind, as if these two people had been switched.

The people from the decoration company had not left yet, so Fu Yueci had to keep all the questions in his mind to himself.

He turned around and apologized to those people, "I have something to do at home today, I will contact you another day."

The people in the company didn't ask any more questions and left tactfully.

After confirming that the door was closed, Fu Yueci came back and looked at Qingqing whose eyes were red and swollen, and then looked at his third brother whose clothes were stained with blood.

He was extremely anxious, and his voice became more and more urgent. "What happened when I left? Who bullied you two?"

Fu Xueji raised his eyes, hugged the little one and curled up on the sofa. When he mentioned the name, his voice was weak, "Su Nanxi, she's here."

Hearing this name, Fu Yueci's expression suddenly changed. It was unclear whether it was hatred or disgust, or both.

He still doesn't understand why his father wanted to marry such a woman.

When he was young, he was full of vigor and had many suitors around him, so he should have had many choices.

Fu Yueci would rather not exist in this world than become a mother and son with such a person.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he took a deep breath, but the knot in his chest was still hard to resolve.

But he knew now was not the time to think about that.

"I'll call Uncle Gu and ask him to come and check you out."