Chapter 1688 The brother next door spoils me too much (13)
Fang Qiucheng's big hand has distinct joints and long fingers.
Yuanqian stared at it for a while, then silently looked at his own.
emmm...
I really hate my claws.
A layer of calluses appeared on the palm, which was hard and not tender at all.
Well, after a few days, she will make her little hands white and tender!
Yuanqian, who had been wandering, didn't notice Fang Qiucheng's face gradually changed.
He helped her treat the wound, but she was distracted?
Well, not happy.
Isn't he good-looking?
Why do you want to be distracted?
When Mrs. Fang walked in, what she saw was her son helping a little girl wrap the gauze, and then tied it in a knot.
"..." This idiot, don't you know how to tie a bow?
Deserves to be single! Oh, maybe the idiot can't tie a bow...
Immediately afterwards, she found that Fang Qiucheng's complexion gradually became unsightly, and Yuan Qian was alone in a daze.
Wait, is this picture not right?
Fortunately, Mrs. Fang knew her son better, so she spoke immediately.
"Qiu Cheng, take Yuan Qian to the guest room to rest."
Fang Qiucheng heard the words, raised his eyes puzzled, the meaning in his eyes couldn't be more obvious: there is a servant, why let me go?
Yuanqian got up and thanked Mrs. Fang, her face was full of tenderness and gratitude.
Seeing that Mrs. Fang was elated again, this little girl is many times better than Xiang Shiqi, and only Cong Li, who is blind, doesn't regard her as a daughter.
Even if you are a relative, you can't bully others like that!
Yuan Qian blinked and looked towards Fang Qiucheng.
Her voice wasn't too sweet, but it carried the gentleness of Jiangnan girls, "Brother Qiucheng, please forgive me."
Fang Qiucheng was frightened by her sudden "brother", he couldn't breathe for a moment, choked, and the cough overflowing from his chest was forced to be suppressed by him. However, the result of holding back was that those cold eyes The eyes flickered with crystal light uncontrollably.
He lowered his head in embarrassment, quickly walked over Yuanqian, and said coldly, "I'll take you there."
After finishing speaking, he quickly walked towards the second floor.
Yuanqian obediently followed behind him. Seeing his quickening pace, she also quickened her pace, hopping on her short legs to get closer to him.
Mrs. Fang, who had been watching the play, looked at her son's somewhat embarrassed figure, and laughed inexplicably.
Hey, I have never seen my son look like this.
In the past, Fang Qiucheng was old-fashioned, always calm and indifferent, indifferent to everything.
I don’t know, I thought it was a monk who had practiced for many years.
However, tonight.
In just ten minutes, she had already seen the smoke from her son.
Perhaps, Fang Hu has the right vision.
He immediately felt that Yuanqian was a good match for this child, and she also thought that this child was pitiful, and now he entered Fang's house by coincidence.
She actually felt that it would be okay to keep this child in Fang's house for a long time.
Maybe, Fang Qiucheng's changes will become bigger and bigger.
Thinking about it like this, she couldn't help but edit what happened just now into a paragraph and send it to Fang Hu.
Sure enough, when Fanghu saw it, he hurriedly called back.
Is the iron tree blooming?
It's not easy!
Of course, although to be precise, it hasn’t bloomed yet, but the first step has been taken, will flowering be far behind?
Well, if you round it up, it will bloom! Nothing wrong!
(end of this chapter)