Become the favorite of the sickly lady

"Okay, Qian'er will stop crying."

"woooo~"

"Qian'er, I'm really fine."

"Miss's last relative is gone, how can it be all right. Miss, you still want to play tricks at this time, woo woo woo..."

It was obvious that she was the one who should be comforted the most, but in the end it was changed instead.

Except for the memories of her mother that day, everything was drowned by Lin Qian's tears.

So many and so hot, each one was so hot that her heart felt weak.

After organizing her mother's funeral, Fang Fei stayed on the bed for three days.

The interval between these two times was too short. Even if the doctor repeatedly assured her that it was only caused by great grief and grief, as long as she recuperated well, it would not have much impact, and Lin Qian followed closely for the next month.

"Miss, don't be annoyed by Qian'er, Qian'er is for your own good."

"Ah."

"Miss, you forgot to put on your coat again, the weather is still a bit cold."

"it is good."

"Miss, drink these tonics while they are hot."

"it is good."

Fang Fei didn't mind following Lin Qian too closely, and even wished that Lin Qian could get closer, which would make her feel valued and cherished.

The world will never lose its luster just because one person is missing.

Just like the father's departure, it's like the mother's departure.

In the beginning, she used to want to spare some time to sit with her mother, and then she got used to filling that time with things, Fang Fei only spent two months.

As summer gradually arrived, Fang Fei's complexion improved, and Lin Qian's tense nerves finally relaxed.

At this moment, apart from the Fang Mansion, there is always a place that seems particularly quiet, and time is still walking without rush.

The newly acquired property of the Fang Mansion began to make a profit, and the newly appointed stewards received the dividends, and all of them became more happy and energetic, and everything was as vibrant as the summer weather.

There are many things that Fang Fei can gradually let go and let the managers do, but some things must be controlled by herself.

Knowing that she is chirping softly, the candles are burning extremely brightly, and the sound of flipping through the ledger is the perfect time to fall asleep on a hot summer night.

The account book was about to be finished, and Fang Fei, who was sitting on a wooden chair covered with soft cushions, let out a breath, rubbed her sore temples with her hands, raised her eyes inadvertently, and saw that in order not to disturb her Lin Qian, who was sitting under the candlelight, was already asleep with a light blue cloth in her hand.

The warm candlelight illuminated Lin Qian's face with a healthy blush, her black and narrow eyelashes were quietly closed, perhaps having a good dream, but the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

Compared to the 16-year-old Ji Ji who was about to get married and have children, Lin Qian, who had passed her [-]th birthday, still had the innocence of a girl because of Fang Fei's selfishness.

Fang Fei unknowingly stopped pressing and kneading, a little stunned.

Lin Qian.

shallow~

"Hee~ Miss."

Is there a theory of tacit understanding in this world?

When Fang Fei kept murmuring Lin Qian's name in her mind, the sleeping girl actually gave a low chuckle and murmured vaguely.

Fang Fei's body tensed up subconsciously, and when she found out that Lin Qian was still asleep after a few seconds, and her body relaxed unconsciously, she couldn't help feeling a little sweet in her heart.

This Qian'er didn't know what kind of scene he dreamed of in his dream, but he called her with a smile.

In the quiet night, there was a murmur with a low laugh for a long time.

"fool."

Obviously there is only the last account book, but Fang Fei can't read it anyway.

After working so hard for so long, it's okay to have a rare indulgence day.

It is rare for her to be like a real girl in her sixteenth year, looking for a reason to be lazy in her heart.

In the dead of night, Lin Qian fell asleep.

Only at this time, Fang Fei will let the greed in her heart come to the fore quietly.

For example, looking indulgently at Lin Qian.

for example….

"Squeak~"

There was an extremely low sound of the wooden chair moving, deliberately thinking about the sound of footsteps walking on tiptoes, Fang Fei lightly covered her lips, and quietly walked to Lin Qian's side with a bit of nervousness.

Lin Qian was lying halfway on the table, the cloth in her hand fell off without realizing it, her complexion was delicate and glowing with a healthy blush, and her lips were moderately thick, the prettiest pink color.

Her Qianer is so pretty!

It feels the same when you look at it from a distance, and it still feels the same when you look at it up close.

Because Lin Qian had fallen asleep so soundly, that the original idea of ​​just wanting to take a closer look seemed insufficient at this moment.

Looking at it with a bit of infatuation, Fang Fei's eyelashes trembled a few times quickly, her lips were tightly pressed together, and accompanied by the sound of slightly urgent breathing, she slowly raised her fingers, and touched her cheek slightly tremblingly. past.

At first, he quickly retracted when he touched it. After a few seconds, the sleeping person was not disturbed, and the finger reached out again.

Like a timid turtle poking its head out of its shell cautiously.

After doing this several times, the courage just grew, and the fingers finally stopped on the skin trembling.

Compared with Fang Fei's fingertips that were always slightly cool, Lin Qian's body was always very hot. The delicate skin felt the warmth that seemed to spread to the tip of her heart.

"Qian'er, I..."

The years in this world are quiet and easy to touch, so that's it.

She could watch, watch, wait.

This night was the most daring time Fang Fei had ever done.

He not only touched Lin Qian's skin with his fingers, but also gently painted the facial features with his fingertips.

After a few days, I felt a slight fragrance on my fingertips and sweetness in my heart.

Because of the sweetness in my heart, this summer has passed extraordinarily quickly.

In a blink of an eye, it is autumn, which is the most prone to disease.

This year's body seems to be particularly unsatisfactory. In the first half of autumn, Fang Fei fell ill and lay down for seven days.

"Miss, you always don't care about your body so much."

"After you drink the medicine today, I won't give the miss a single candied fruit."

"Obviously knowing that the body is the most uncomfortable in autumn, why would you want to take a carriage to go around the shop, and even went to four places in one day, really..."

While Lin Qian was chattering, she quickly went to the outhouse to fry Chinese medicine.

Due to the distance, the voice seemed a little blurred in the back, but each voice still carried the most sincere concern.

Decoction is an extremely cumbersome and careful thing, because it is related to Fang Fei's body. Although the Fang family has no shortage of servants, this matter is always done by Lin Qian herself.

It was only at this time of day that Lin Qian would not be waiting by his side.

After laying down for seven days, her body was still weak, but even though Lin Qian's figure disappeared before her eyes, Fang Fei still had a smile in her eyes, and unconsciously tried to catch the subtle voices across the wall.

It's just that Shang Mo described Lin Qian's appearance at the moment with the soft voice next to her ear. Fang Fei frowned slightly, bent her body halfway, covered her lips with a handkerchief, and coughed.

This cough has been with her since she was a child, but this time the cough came on so quickly and violently that it gave people the illusion that she was about to cough up everything in her body.

After a quarter of an hour, the cough finally stopped.

Fang Fei's body was weak, her throat was dry and painful, she was struggling to breathe, but she couldn't even hold the handkerchief in her hand.

On a bleak autumn day, the closed windows faintly illuminated the trees outside the house, fluttering and falling leaves.

The veil embroidered with peach blossoms also fluttered down from his hand, and then wobbled to the ground.

A bright red color is blatantly exposed in the middle of the veil.

It was the color of blood.

Fang Fei coughed up blood!

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In other words, the past life is finally almost finished! !