crimson greed

Fei Li's car was parked at the hospital, and the municipal primary school was two rows of trees away from the hospital. She took Qiao Yan's hand and led her to her car.

Open the door and sit her directly in the last seat.

Qiao Yan didn't understand what he meant, she blinked her beautiful eyes and asked, "Little aunt, why do I have to sit in the back?"

Fei Li put on the seat belt and said, "You are still a child, it is dangerous to sit in the passenger seat, do you understand?"

She made an expression of understanding, hugged her schoolbag obediently, and followed the scenery outside the window with her eyes.

The apartment that Fei Li rented was convenient for her to live alone. Usually, no one would bother her. The house was clean and tidy. As soon as she entered the house, she put on the slippers she bought from the supermarket for Qiao Yan, and then went to the kitchen by herself to start cooking.

Qiao Yan is very unfamiliar with this place, the decoration style of the apartment is very warm, there are a few plates of succulents on the balcony, there are stickers of musical notes on the white wall, and the TV furniture is complete, so it will not be too shabby.

She put her schoolbag on the sofa, pulled her shoes and ran to the kitchen, watching the woman's busy figure for a moment.

Fei Li tied up her long hair, and a few strands of hair were messy. When she pursed her lips, those dimples became more conspicuous, like two upside-down bowls covering her fair skin, gentle and beautiful.

She usually doesn't cook much, just order takeaway for a simple meal, and she will be busy until eleven o'clock at the beginning and end of every month.

Now there is a child by her side, she can make do with it, this child is growing up, so she can't be careless.

On the way back with her, I went to the supermarket to buy her favorite dishes, and made them for her when I came back.

Choose vegetables, cook rice, shredded pork and green peppers, everything is ready.

The frying pan was sizzling, and the sweat was dripping from her forehead. She turned her head and saw Qiao Yan standing at the sliding door, staring at her blankly.

"Yanyan, you need to wash your hands before eating, aunt's place is almost ready." She told her softly, not to kiss this child, and to be persuasive in everything.

Qiao Yan obediently went to the bathroom to wash her hands, then sat at the coffee table, waiting for Fei Li to serve.

The two ate around the small coffee table, and Fei Li picked up a few small ribs for her. The taste was very good, but it was her specialty.

Hope the kids will like it.

Qiao Yan took a piece and bit her mouth, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, the crispy and tender taste was very to her liking.

Fei Li bit her lip and asked, "Is it delicious?"

She nodded, and said cutely: "It's delicious, I haven't eaten such a delicious meal for a long time."

When Fei Li said this, her heart ached.

In any case, the grievances of adults have nothing to do with children, and children are innocent.

Fei Li touched her hair and smiled: "Eat more if it tastes good, these are all made for you."

Qiao Yan was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and smiled at her, innocently like an ice flower blooming on a mountain peak.

The meal was spent very harmoniously. Qiao Yan wanted to chat with her mother, but Fei Li didn't stop her. She found Tang Xin's number from her phone, dialed it, and handed it to her.

"You talk to mom, I'll wash the dishes."

"Thank you little aunt."

What Qiao Yan and Tang Xin were talking about, she didn't ask too much, she carefully washed the dishes by the sink, cleaned the oil stains on the stove, shook off the water, took off her apron and went out.

Qiao Yan handed her the phone, "I've talked with my mother, and my mother told me to stay with my aunt for a few more days."

Fei Li rubbed the phone screen, feeling the urge to cry.

If I had known that letting her take care of the child, it would be really painful.

However, she still had a difficult smile on her face, "I'll show you my room, and you'll sleep there from now on."

Qiao Yan pouted, "Aren't you going to sleep with me?"

"My aunt is very busy at night, which will affect your work and rest. You are already in the fourth grade, and you have to learn to sleep alone."

"Well, I see."

Fortunately, Qiao Yan has a gentle temper and will not be arrogant and unreasonable. Although what she said is not entirely true, if she is allowed to sleep with the child, she would rather work overtime until dawn.

After Fei Li put water on Qiao Yan to take a bath, she lay on the bed alone, and opened a Lily communication software. In it, she met a woman who had the same temperament as her. She was two years younger than her, a student of the Art Department of T University. .

The two chatted for a month, exchanging photos and information, and they are very satisfied with each other, and plan to find time to meet each other recently.

If you are interested, you can be promoted to a lover relationship.

Fei Li's personality is not extroverted, she is quite cautious, and she is serious and dedicated to her feelings. She has never been in a relationship since she was a child, and she abides by the rules and maintains her usual style.

She feels that love will bloom more beautifully when it is the loneliest time.

The phone ding-dong rang, and she turned on the screen with a soft smile on her lips.

Qi Xue: [Ali, we will see you at Starbucks on the 28th of the month. ]

She typed a few words and turned back.

[Okay, then I will wait for you there. ]

Thinking of meeting her mysterious girlfriend soon, her heart was turbulent, and the emotions that had been suppressed for several days were liberated, and she couldn't help but feel the joy in her heart.

"Little aunt, I've already washed it." At this moment, Qiao Yan suddenly appeared beside her, startling her.

Fei Li put down her mobile phone, sat up from the bed, and looked at her pink pajamas of a rabbit doll, which seemed to be tailor-made for her, cute and cute.

"You are so cute." She touched her little face and said, "Go to bed after taking a bath, there is a doll you like in your room."

"Ok, I know."

Fei Li opened the cupboard to find a nightgown, and went into the bathroom.

Qiao Yan stood in her room, looking at the black and white style, feeling very cordial.

"Ding dong."

The phone rang and the screen lights up.

Her eyelids are lowered, and her long, thick eyelashes hang down, covering her big black crystal eyes.

The screen that lights up is an information bar.

[I love you, my wife. ]

There are eight characters, and she knows them all.

His expression didn't change in an instant.

The incandescent lamp above her head folded her petite figure into a thin slit, Qiao Yan licked her dry pink lips, and returned to her small room without reading this message.

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After taking a bath, Fei Li opened the door of Qiao Yan's room, took a look inside, and found that the little girl was sleeping obediently, so she closed the door with confidence.

midnight.

There was a knock on her door, Fei Li opened her eyes in a daze, raised half of her body, and looked at the black figure standing by the door, she almost had a heart attack.

She swallowed, and asked tentatively, "Qiao Yan?"

"Little aunt." A soft voice echoed in the silent space.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Little aunt, Yanyan is very scared by herself at night."

Then don't come to scare her in the middle of the night, she is timid, and is very afraid of metaphysics for factors that cannot be explained by non-physical science.

Fei Li exhaled, rubbed her aching head, "All right, you sleep with me tonight."

Qiao Yan hugged the newly bought doll, stretched her calf, and ran to the bedside, "Thank you little aunt."

"Go to bed quickly, you have to go to school tomorrow."

Qiao Yan took off her slippers, climbed into bed, and slept next to the woman.Looking at her face for a while, Fei Li's heart trembled as she stared at her with bright eyes.

"why are not you sleeping."

"Yanyan wants to listen to stories at night, and can't fall asleep without stories."

"..." Can the child throw it away?