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

Thinking of this, he looked at the remaining half of the cake.

Xiao Qingqing stood on tiptoe and said happily, "Brother, cut here, it's beautiful here~"

Fu Yueci listened to her and cut off the best-looking piece.

He picked up the plate, took a pair of knife and fork from the cutlery box, said something to the little guy, and walked out.

Fu Xueji's room is at the very end and is very quiet.

He stood at the door with the cake and knocked gently.

After a while, the doorknob turned and the white door slowly opened.

Fu Yueci stood at the door, holding the small cake in his hand.

"Third brother."

Fu Xueji's gaze fell on the cake in his hand, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't say anything.

"Hey, I bought this for Qingqing tonight. Do you want to try it?"

He paused and added, "It's very sweet."

Fu Xueji raised his eyes and asked an irrelevant question, "Her name is Qingqing."

"Yes." Speaking of the little guy, Fu Yueci suddenly became more talkative, talking to himself.

"I went to the orphanage with my dad this morning to adopt a child. She's very obedient. By the way, brother, have you seen her?"

Fu Xueji put the back of his hand against his lips and coughed softly, "I've seen him before, in the small garden."

"oh oh."

The atmosphere became quiet again.

"If you don't want to eat this cake, I'll take it out."

After a long silence, Fu Yueci finally uttered these words.

He had already prepared himself to be rejected, but to his surprise, Fu Xueji raised her hand, and that hand, which was so white that it was almost transparent, slowly took the cake from his hand.

"Thank you."

After closing the door, Fu Yueci stood at the door for a long time, unable to recover.

Third brother actually accepted it.

And I said thank you to him!

Fu Yueci clenched his hands at his sides, and joy filled his eyes.

If he had a tail, it would be wagging wildly by now.

Fu Sihuai did not come back for dinner, and only Qingqing and Fu Yueci were at the table.

The little guy held it in for a long time, and finally decided to ask.

"Brother, isn't uncle coming back?"

Fu Yueci was in a particularly good mood right now, and turned his head and replied as usual:

"Well, sometimes he comes back in the middle of the night if the company is busy."

"Oh~"

The little guy lowered his eyes, stared at the rice in his bowl, and stopped talking.

She still ate a lot at night, after all, she had been hungry since noon.

It was already seven o'clock after dinner. Fu Yueci went out for something, and Xiao Qingqing returned to her room.

She closed the door and stood on the balcony, looking at the pot of jasmine.

The little girl had nothing to do now, so naturally she put all her thoughts on the flowers.

The jasmine, which had obviously been dead in the morning, stretched out its branches in the dusk, its leaves swaying lazily in the wind.

Qingqing touched its leaves with her little fleshy hands and talked to herself to the flowers.

"You need to recover faster~"

"Do you want to make Third Brother happy?"

Jasmine seemed to understand what she said and rubbed her fingers with the leaves affectionately.

It used to be bare, with almost all its leaves gone, and its small branches dried up, as did the roots except for the top.

But now, its dry roots seem to have an endless source of vitality flowing to all the branches.

The flower bud, which had originally looked like it had been hit by frost, stood up, a small white ball. When you get close to it, you can almost smell the faint fragrance emanating from it.

Qingqing stood on the balcony for a long time holding its branches, just like she did in the morning.

What she currently knows is that the little green dots on her body can stimulate the growth of plants and bring dead trees back to life.

She figured these out slowly in the orphanage.

After coming down, she saw the flowers in the vase in the room.

Those were some gorgeously blooming roses. In the morning, Aunt Liu felt that the room was too monotonous, so she put a vase on the table.

Qingqing walked over, holding the flower bud in her little hand, with a faint green light shining on her fingertips.

The already gorgeous roses bloomed even more beautifully, and their fragrance filled the entire room at an extremely fast speed.

Qingqing took a breath and was very satisfied with her masterpiece.

This way the flowers can live for a long time and become fragrant.

She went to the bathroom alone to take a shower and went to bed contentedly.

In the middle of the night, the little girl woke up because she was hungry.

She sat up in bed and found that the light in the room had been turned off at some point.

A warm yellow night light at the bedside emits a non-glaring light.

The little girl's stomach was growling with hunger, and she remembered the unfinished cake in the evening.

At that time, her brother wanted to throw it away, but she refused.

Finally, it seemed to be placed in the refrigerator in the living room.

She quietly opened the door a crack and stuck her little head out to look outside.

The lights were on in the corridor, but it was empty and silent.

She walked out quietly, like a kitten on its paws, without making any noise.

The lights in the living room downstairs were off, and there was a weak night light that vaguely illuminated half of the room.

The little guy quietly walked to the refrigerator, opened it with great effort, and saw the little cake he had been longing for on the top layer.

The light in her eyes grew brighter as she reached out to take it.

Two seconds later, the little dumpling looked at his hands in confusion.

She couldn't reach it!

This is such a sad thing.

She held onto the refrigerator door, hesitating whether to drag a chair over.

But that would definitely make a noise.

Just when she was struggling, a tall figure suddenly appeared behind her, and a big, bony hand stretched out from above her head and touched the little cake she had been longing for.

Qingqing: “!”

She turned her head suddenly and tilted it upwards.

Coincidentally, the man behind her was also looking down at her.

Fu Sihuai was still wearing a pure black suit. He was too tall, with a high nose and thin lips. His facial features were deep but not sharp, but his face looked a little tired.

"Is this it?" The voice was magnetic and a little hoarse.

Qingqing was frightened. Firstly, she was caught eating in the middle of the night, and secondly, she was a little afraid of him.

Her face flushed instantly and she stammered, "Uncle, uncle..."

Fu Sihuai hummed lightly, retracted his gaze, and took down the small cake from the top shelf of the refrigerator.

He walked towards the table with his things, his figure stretched very long by the only lamp.

"Aren't you full?"

Although his tone was calm, the sense of oppression he emanated was so strong that the little guy shook his head embarrassedly.

She whispered, "I'm full, but I'm hungry again."

Fu Sihuai didn't say anything else. He had just returned home and wanted to sit on the sofa to rest for a while before going upstairs. However, not long after he sat down, he saw a small figure coming down the stairs.

He said nothing, watching the little dumpling walk to the refrigerator.

He didn't stand up and walk over until he saw that she couldn't reach the things above.