After time travel, the imperial concubine becomes a celebrity herself

Yan Qi looked at the elder brother in front of her, and suddenly she didn't dare to recognize him. The meticulous elder brother who combed even a single hair in his memory now had stubble on his face and red eyes.

"Brother..." Yan Qi called Yan Lang softly, a little timidly.

Yan Lang looked Yan Qi up and down, his eyes full of distress.

What happened during the time he was not at home?
"Qiqi is good, brother is back." Yan Lang sat next to Yan Qi, and gently squeezed his arm that was tied with a brace, "Does it hurt?"

The place where Yan Qi was injured was the shoulder blade. Although it was only a small crack, it was enough to make him sweat so much that his face was covered with pain.

In addition, the position of the scapula is special, and there is no way to put plaster on it, so the wound can only be allowed to heal slowly. Yan Qi is still young, and the bone growth rate is relatively fast.

"The arm is fine." Yan Qi shook his head, stretched out his finger and pointed at the position of his shoulder blade, but the chubby hand couldn't get past it, he looked at Yan Lang with some embarrassment, and said softly, "I can't reach it..."

A smile finally appeared on Yan Lang's face, he took Yan Qi's hand, squeezed his chubby face lightly, and touched his forehead affectionately.

"Did you hurt your shoulder?" Yan Lang thought about where Yan Qi pointed at just now, "Or the back?"

"The nurse sister said it was the shoulder... the shoulder blade or something, I don't remember what that place is called..." Yan Qi smiled a little honestly.

"Scapula?" Yan Lang combined the position of Yan Qi's finger and what he said just now, and determined the position of his injury.

"Yeah!" Yan Qi nodded heavily, looking at Yan Lang with trust in her eyes.

Yan Lang looked at Yan Qi with distress, and reached out to help him straighten the broken hair on his forehead, and the ward suddenly became quiet.

Rong Xigu's juice cup fell on the floor, but he didn't bother to pick it up. The sweet taste of guava juice spilled on the floor, eroding the light gray knitting thread bit by bit.

Why do you suddenly feel cold under your feet?Still a little wet?

Rong Xigu's toes curled up a few times, and they felt a little sticky when he lifted them up. Looking down, the guava juice had already dampened the carpet.

"Aunt Chen." Rong Xigu stretched out his hand and gently tugged at the corner of Aunt Chen's clothes, calling her in a low voice.

"Hey, what's the matter, young master?" Aunt Chen looked at Yan Qi and Yan Lang, her eyes suddenly became moist, what's the matter?A good boy is guilty of this crime!
"Guava juice——" Rong Xigu pointed to the cup on the ground with some embarrassment, and whispered, "I accidentally spilled it on the carpet..."

When Aunt Chen heard Rong Xigu's words, she quickly carried him to the hospital bed.

"Why didn't young master say it earlier?" Aunt Chen looked at Rong Xigu helplessly, "Are your feet sticky?"

As soon as An Mengyi turned around, she saw that Rong Xigu's little feet were shiny. When she got closer, she suddenly found something dusty on the soles of his feet.

"Xi Gu." An Mengyi took out the disinfectant wipes from the bedside drawer, dumbfounded, "What's going on?"

Rong Xigu looked at An Mengyi shyly, her cheeks flushed.

"Accidentally stepped on guava juice..." Rong Xigu defended in a low voice, after such a toss, Yan Lang finally remembered that he had forgotten something.

Yan Lang stood up from Yan Qi's side, put his hands back under the quilt, patted the quilt lightly, helped him tuck it around, and walked towards An Mengyi.

"Hello." Yan Lang's voice was gentle, neither humble nor overbearing, "I am Yan Qi's brother, Yan Lang."

An Mengyi ignored him at first, she lowered her head and concentrated on wiping Rong Xigu's little feet, cleaning them carefully over and over again.

"During this time, please take care of Yan Qi." Yan Lang was not angry, and continued, "I don't know how I should compensate you?"

There were bodyguards and servants beside An Mengyi, and there was a man standing outside the door who didn't know whether it was a bodyguard or an assistant.

It's not that Yan Lang can't see that An Mengyi is definitely not an ordinary person. The aura around her, as well as her appearance and temperament, can tell that she must have been in the upper circle for a long time, and she has never been bullied.

"Mr. Yan." An Mengyi folded up the disinfectant wipes in her hand, put them into a separate small package, and threw them into the trash can. Then, she stuffed Rong Xigu under the quilt to prevent his feet from catching cold. .

Yan Lang only heard An Mengyi call him, and then said nothing.

"Please speak." Yan Lang stood aside respectfully, listening to An Mengyi continue to speak.

An Mengyi stood up, took two steps forward, kept the distance between Yan Lang and Yan Lang at about [-] centimeters, and looked directly into his eyes.

"I don't know how busy Mr. Yan is with work, so he doesn't even have time to go back to China to see his brother."

As soon as An Mengyi came up, she directly hit Yan Lang's weakness, attacking the vital point.

"I don't know what kind of existence Fang Hong is to you, so that you can trust Yan Qi to take care of her."

Yan Lang couldn't understand what he said, and looked at An Mengyi with some doubts.

"Ma'am, how did you know me and Qiqi's aunt?" Yan Lang originally thought that An Mengyi just saved Yan Qi from the kidnappers by chance, but he didn't expect to have something to do with Fang Hong.

"How did you know each other?" An Mengyi sneered, looked at the man in front of her, parted her red lips, and said word by word, "When I saw Yan Qi sleeping in the loft without a new dress to wear. "

An Mengyi didn't want to talk to Yan Langduo, so she turned around and sat on the chair, took a book from the small shelf of the bedside table, flipped to a page, and told Rong Xigu a little story.

"Ma'am, what is this—" Yan Lang asked anxiously, but An Mengyi didn't intend to talk to him at all, and continued to tell historical stories to Rong Xigu.

Yan Lang looked at An Mengyi's back, then at Yan Qi who was leaning on the bed, and fell into deep self-doubt.

"Mr. Yan." Leng Ying came out from the shadow by the door, and said in a deep voice, "You two brothers' aunt, Fang Hong, is the chief culprit who caused Yan Qi to become like this."

As soon as Leng Ying said this, Yan Lang's face turned pale instantly.

"How come—" Yan Lang froze in place, his face full of disbelief, "Auntie has always been taking care of Kiki before, she has always been very kind to us!"

Yan Lang's impression of Fang Hong was still nearly ten years ago. At that time, Yan Lang hadn't gone abroad to study, and everything in the family was still happy.

Fang Hong would often come to their small villa. At that time, the home was just an ordinary two-story villa, without an attic, and without the small garden of today.

Later, Yan's father's business gradually grew, and they moved to a new house, which is now forcibly occupied by Fang Hong's family.

When the housewarming ceremony was held, Fang Hong also came to participate. At that time, she was full of blessings and expressed her attitude, saying that she must let her husband work hard in the future, and strive to live in the same villa area with their family.

When Yan Lang was a child, Fang Hong was very kind to him, often took him to play, bought him food, and even spoke nice words for him when his mother scolded him.

Later, Yan Lang went to the UK, and sent gifts to Fang Hong almost every holiday for more than ten years. Although he couldn't go home often, the relationship between the two families was always there.

Until two years ago, Yan's father and mother died in a car accident.

After Yan Lang received the news, he booked the earliest flight, but when he got off the plane and arrived at the hospital, he only saw two corpses covered in white cloth.

Yan Qi, who was less than two years old, was held in Fang Hong's arms. There was a small gauze on her head, and the eye socket of her left eye was still purple.

"Yan Lang..." Fang Hong's crying eyes were red, and she looked at Yan Lang with sadness in her eyes, "Your father, mother and the others..."

Fang Hong was so distraught that she couldn't even speak, holding Yan Qi and crying uncontrollably.

Yan Lang had no choice but to accept this fact, and with Fang Hong's help, he took care of all the funeral affairs.

At the Western-style funeral, Yan Lang stood at the front with Yan Qi in his arms. The thunder that day made his ears hurt, and the light raindrops finally turned into a downpour. All the relatives and friends under the black umbrella were crying sincerely or pretending with.

Yan Lang stared blankly at the two pure white crosses in front of him, and the names of his parents were written on the tombstone lying on the ground.

Some of the ashes were buried three meters deep in the ground, and some were brought back to England by Yan Lang and sprinkled on the Thames River.

Since then, the parents have been completely freed.

Before Yan Lang returned to England, he had discussed with Fang Hong whether he should take Yan Qi to England with him. Fang Hong's eyes were red, and she told him that she wanted to keep Yan Qi by her side.

"Yan Lang, Qiqi is still young now." Fang Hongyu said to Yan Lang earnestly, "Your career in the UK has just started, and you have no one to take care of you after taking Qiqi there, so it's better to let Qiqi stay at home." I'm with your little uncle."

Yan Lang lowered his head, rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, and remained silent for a long time.

Fang Hong and her husband looked at each other, and then added another sentence.

"What's more, now that Mingming is getting older, she can also help take care of Kiki, don't you think so?" Seeing that Yan Lang was a little shaken, Fang Hong continued, "Actually, it all depends on what you think, if you want to We have nothing to stop us from taking Qiqi to England, after all, he is your own brother."

Yan Lang clasped his hands in front of him, thought for a while, looked at Fang Hong and nodded slightly, agreeing.

If you want to ask Yan Lang what he regrets the most in his life, then he will definitely say——

Choosing to let Yan Qi stay by Fang Hong's side was the worst decision he ever made in his life, bar none.