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After Qin Shuang left, Mrs. Song had been in a low mood. She went to the room to stay for a while, and when she came out, she saw Mu Xiaoxiao waiting for her in the living room.

Mu Xiaoxiao stood up, glanced at Mrs. Song's eyes, and smiled slightly: "I'm hungry."

Don't mention just now, don't ask what's wrong, but just this sentence warmed Mrs. Song's heart, she nodded: "I'll go and do it for you right now."

……

People move fast.

Mu Xiaoxiao pursed her lips as she watched. She raised her head and looked at Qin Yi's room, only to see that the curtains were still drawn in the room, it was pitch black, and she could only vaguely see a figure from behind.

Lonely and stubborn.

At dinner time.

Qin Yi still didn't come out, it was sent by Mrs. Song.

When Mu Xiaoxiao was drinking the porridge, she felt something was wrong with Mrs. Song's condition. Her face was pale and there was faint sweat on her forehead, "Sister-in-law Song, are you feeling well?"

Mrs. Song tilted her head, "No, it's fine."

"Are you okay?" Mu Xiaoxiao looked into her eyes: "The voice is not right, is there a thermometer at home? I feel like you have a fever."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and touched Mrs. Song's forehead. Mrs. Song's eyes were weak: "I'm just a little tired..."

She can't make trouble for the lady.

She is already in a bad mood today.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked into Mrs. Song's eyes and said softly, "Don't worry, Mrs. Song. It's just a cold and a fever. Don't be too nervous, huh?"

In a word, Mrs. Song's eye sockets were a little sore, she was always blaming herself and annoyed, hating herself for not being able to protect Qin Yi.

From outsiders' point of view, they live here to serve the eldest lady, she doesn't have to worry about food and drink, and she has servants to serve everything she wants, which is an enviable life.

But who knew that it was not easy for the young lady?Know what she went through?

Mrs. Song loves her dearly, but her strength is too weak. She can't help Qin Yi, but she can't let her be bullied either.

She is the child of the old lady and the daughter of the Qin family.

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Mu Xiaoxiao helped Mrs. Song to lie down on the bed, gave her medicine, and put a fever-reducing sticker on her head: "See if the fever subsides after a while. If it doesn't, I have to see a doctor tomorrow."

Mrs. Song shook her head. She lifted the quilt and wanted to see Qin Yi.

Mu Xiaoxiao patted her hand and said softly: "Don't worry, the more anxious you are, the easier it is to get angry. You have to rest well so that you can get better. Miss Qin won't worry."

Mrs. Song retracted her arms and hands as if she had been stabbed in the heart. She couldn't get sick. Qin Yi's life is very inconvenient now. Although there is a servant at home, she needs to go through Mrs. Song's hands for getting close.

But what about tonight?Mrs. Song licked her dry lips and looked at Mu Xiaoxiao for help.

Mu Xiaoxiao: ...

Naturally, she was able to understand the longing in Mrs. Song's eyes. Mu Xiaoxiao struggled a bit, suppressing the unknown fear in her heart: "Then... I'll go and see, what does she usually need?"

In the room on Qin Yi's floor, many appliances were specially modified for her to make it easier for her to operate the wheelchair, but it was inconvenient after all, and Aunt Song needed help for many things.

Although Mrs. Song lacked strength, she still held her spirits up and said: "Missy is so clean, all the clothes she takes off need to be taken out and handed over to Xiao Cui for cleaning, and the floor in the room also needs to be cleaned three times a day. Recently, the air is dry. She can't get angry, so she needs to turn on the humidifier. She likes the smell of sandalwood. There is a special aroma diffuser in the closet on the left. After turning it on, the smell will be a little stronger. The window needs to be opened a little. What about the skin care products on her table? Don't move, she doesn't like people to move, and there is a bath, the bathroom has been remodeled, she can go in by herself, but people have to guard outside, in case of any emergency, and..."

Aunt Song didn't look like she was sick at all when she said these things, she babbled in great detail, Mu Xiaoxiao listened carefully, keeping her face sideways and her ears pricked up.

When it was said that it was almost done, Mrs. Song paused, and looked into her eyes hesitantly: "Is it a bit too much?"

Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head. She tucked the quilt for Mrs. Song, turned off the headlights, and only turned on the bedside lamp. "I'll go over and try it first. You have a rest first. If you feel uncomfortable, send me a message."

Aunt Song was a little worried, she propped herself up on one arm: "Is it really possible?"

When Mu Xiaoxiao asked this question, her mind was spinning. Just when she was about to say that it might not be possible, she saw Mrs. Song lying on the bed suddenly, wrapped herself in the quilt, turned around, and muttered: "Hey, So sad."

Mu Xiaoxiao: ...

She really found that Mrs. Song has the talent of a psychologist, which is amazing, and she hasn't said that yet.

Feeling a little nervous, Mu Xiaoxiao went to the bathroom first, washed her hands, and tidied herself in the mirror before heading to the third floor.

This is the first time she has been here for almost a week.

As soon as I got upstairs, I could smell the faint scent of sandalwood and the low sound of the piano.

Although Mu Xiaoxiao doesn't know much about music, she can still hear the faint sorrow and sadness in the sound of the piano, like shallow waves, coming in waves, forbearing to be low.

She stood at the stairs and paused for a while, puffing herself up, walked to Qin Yi's door, raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The sound of the door rang, and the sound of the piano stopped.

Almost instantly.

Even though Mu Xiaoxiao had a strong psychological quality, her heart was suspended at this time, and she held her breath.

She was really a little afraid that she would get the word "scroll" from Qin Yi like Qin Shuang did.

The night was extraordinarily quiet. I don't know how long it took. After Mu Xiaoxiao's heart tossed and turned up and down like a roller coaster, the door opened with the sound of the wheelchair "gurgling". .

With the dim light in the room, bursts of sandalwood fragrance is brought out, not strong, but it penetrates into people's hearts.

Mu Xiaoxiao was so nervous that her palms were sweating. She looked at Qin Yi in the wheelchair and lost her ability to speak for a while.

The moonlight filled the air, sprinkled on Qin Yi's body like Bai Lian, as if covering her with a cold gauze.

Qin Yi just looked at Mu Xiaoxiao like that, although she couldn't make a sound, her aura was approaching.

She looked downstairs, as if looking for something.

After a while, Qin Yi raised her head, staring at Mu Xiaoxiao quietly with her eyes.

This is the latest time for Mu Xiaoxiao to see Qin Yi from a distance.

She is truly astonishingly beautiful.

Long black hair hung on her shoulders, Qin Yi's skin was as white as ceramics, and her red lips were still sharp, but her eyes were slightly tired, but the sharpness did not diminish at all.

She stared at Mu Xiaoxiao without blinking.

She is asking a question.

Mu Xiaoxiao understood, she said softly: "Sister Song is a bit tired, let me come up and take a look."

a bit tired?

Qin Yi didn't respond, her eyes stared at Mu Xiaoxiao like torches.

In the past, Mu Xiaoxiao gave others this kind of scrutiny and suspicion, but now, it makes her feel like a pain in the ass.

Mu Xiaoxiao pursed her lips: "She...has a little fever."

Before she could say anything else, Qin Yi had already turned around and entered the room, and the door behind her was slowly closing.

Mu Xiaoxiao: ...

Ruined.

She is annoying the eldest lady.

Fortunately, after Mu Xiaoxiao went down and told Mrs. Song about being rejected, Mrs. Song expressed her understanding and gave her affirmation: "It's very good that you can have a word with Missy."

Mu Xiaoxiao: ...

Mrs. Song thought for a while, then lifted the quilt: "Why don't I go and have a look."

Reluctantly, she had more heart than strength, and after walking a few steps, her head became dizzy and her legs had no strength.

Mu Xiaoxiao quickly helped her to lie down, "Don't move yet, I'll cook some porridge and take some medicine for you, and go after you recover, huh?"

She sees it through.

Mrs. Song's kindness and gentleness are superficial, but her stubbornness is so stubborn that she is very similar to Qin Yi.

After all, it was because of her poor health. Under Mu Xiaoxiao's easy-to-talk, Sister-in-law Song finally stopped torturing, but she was so weak that she even took out a stack of papers from the drawer and muttered: "My body doesn't know anything. When the time is right, I'd better write down the precautions in Miss's daily life, Xiaoxiao, I really trouble you."

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at her helplessly.

Mrs. Song raised her head. Under the light, the old man's pale face made people feel distressed, "Xiaoxiao, although I haven't known you for long, I know you are a good boy."

Mu Xiaoxiao sighed, "Sister Song, what do you want to say?"

She knew that she was still worried about Qin Yi.

Mrs. Song's eyes were a little red, and her voice was choked with sobs: "I'm old and I can't bear it anymore, I just want to ask you, please take care of Miss, she...she has experienced a lot in her life, she..."

"Don't think too much." Mu Xiaoxiao took out a tissue from the paper drawer and handed it to Aunt Song, "You just have a cold, and you will get better soon, and then you can stay by her side again."

Mrs. Song didn't take her tissue, but stared at her stubbornly.

Mu Xiaoxiao had no other choice, she couldn't stand the old man's pleading gaze, so she could only compromise: "Okay, I will take care of her."

……

Mrs. Song finally rested at ease. Mu Xiaoxiao went downstairs to cook porridge. She was very good at cooking, which surprised everyone. It is really rare for a college student who has not gone out to be able to cook and do housework at the same time. .

It's just that the porridge hasn't been cooked yet.

The door of the house was knocked, and Mu Xiaoxiao went to open the door. Mrs. Song was worried, afraid that Qin Shuang would come back again, and struggled to get up with her to see.

The door was opened, bringing in a damp and cool air.

Two men in suits came in, one of them was carrying a medicine box, "Sister Song, are you sick?"

Mu Xiaoxiao turned to look at Mrs. Song in surprise, and Mrs. Song was also a little dazed. These two are the Queen's doctors of the Qin family. They are well-known in the industry and have superb skills. Arrogant, I seldom pay attention to these servants, why are they here?

Mrs. Song moved her dry lips and looked at Mu Xiaoxiao suspiciously, but Mu Xiaoxiao seemed to understand. She looked up at Qin Yi's closed door on the third floor.

There was a lamp in the room there, the light was very dim, but it was enough to show the owner's attention.

Dr. Xu also saw it, and was a little uneasy: "Next time, if you need anything, just contact me directly, and you don't need to alarm Miss."

He was obviously flustered, and hurriedly took Mrs. Song, who was still burning and confused, inside for inspection.

And Mu Xiaoxiao stood where she was, with her hands in her pockets, and she raised her head to look up.

Although only a looming outline could be seen, Qin Yi was staring at the outside.

Mu Xiaoxiao let out a sigh of relief.

Although the ray of light was very dim, it shone into Xiaoxiao's heart that had already given up her illusions, and gave her a little hope.

At the very least, Qin Yi still cared about the people around her, she didn't completely close the door of her heart.

But she never thought of it.

The next day, Miss Qin smashed her newly ignited hope to pieces.