Become the favorite of the sickly lady
Chapter 23 Growing Up
Lin Qian, who had been quietly supporting Fang Fei by her arm, turned her head slightly, and saw Fang Fei's brows furrowed inaudibly.
Ma'am, I'm a little disappointed because Miss Biao didn't come~
Familiar with Lin Qian's heart, the mild boredom slipped past, but the boredom was quickly overwhelmed by the indescribable joy.
Miss Biao will not be able to come to Fang's mansion in the future. After Jiji, she should get married, and then take care of her husband and raise her children. Thinking about it, it is even more impossible to come to Fang's mansion when she has time.
"Qian'er?"
Lin Qian recovered from the cheerful imagination, and lowered her eyes slightly to prevent Fang Fei from seeing the joy in her eyes.
"Miss, don't be sad, the friendship between Miss Biao and Miss will not fade because of not being able to meet, presumably Miss Biao is sad because she can't come to Fang Mansion, why don't Miss Biao go back to the house and write a letter to Miss Biao to comfort her?"
Because Miss Biao might not come here in the future, Lin Qian made a rare and generous proposal when she was feeling happy and reckless.
"... What Qian'er said makes sense, then let's go back."
Fang Shiyan's inability to come was already a fact, and Fang Fei could not change it. Hearing Lin Qian's suggestion at this moment was the most appropriate method.
The 14-year-old Fang Fei is no longer a toddler, she thinks things clearly.
"it is good."
Lin Qian followed Fang Fei's pace and accelerated, seemingly earnestly supporting her, her drooping eyes slowly lifted up, and she was not willing to move away.
Although Fang Fei, who was meticulously nursed by her every day, was not as good as her peers, she was better than when she was young. At this moment, she was wearing a light green dress, which complemented the whole person very elegantly, and also made her complexion delicate. Ordinary people want to be fairer, but in such a slightly accelerated pace, they are dyed a touch of pink, and even the lip color is also a touch of red.
Compared with other young ladies, the young lady is like a delicate and pitiful lily.
Slim and graceful, arousing pity, people can't wait to spend everything to make her happy and joyful.
Time is a little fast~
In my impression, the little Naituanzi is already a beautiful girl, and she has finally survived until the time when Miss Biao can't come!
A gust of warm wind was blowing in her face. Fang Fei stopped, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned her head slightly to see Lin Qian's brows and eyes slightly curved, with a patient smile on her face.
Fang Fei's earlobe turned red slightly, she lowered her head and swept her clothes, slightly embarrassed:
"Qian'er, could it be that there is something on me that makes me look so happy?"
"...No, it's just that Chinese New Year is coming soon after all, Qian'er is thinking about what Miss Biao should send this time, and Ms Biao will be very happy when she receives it."
Although Lin Qian thought she was good at hiding her emotions, she couldn't help hesitating a little at this moment before she dared to answer.
When Fang Fei heard this, her brows and eyes lit up slightly, and her thoughts were instantly changed:
"That's right, I think my cousin Ru Qian'er said that she is sad because she can't come this year, besides believing that I should send something to coax her.
Qian'er, you've been thinking about it for so long, but have you ever thought of something good? "
Lin Qian met Fang Fei's slightly bright eyes, and it took her a while to speak.
"...Never, Qian'er can't figure it out."
"It's okay, then I'll think about it myself."
After a full half a day, Fang Fei was always worried about what to send to Fang Shiyan.
Lin Qian, who was originally happy because Miss Biao couldn't come to Fang's residence, felt very sour for no reason.
The young lady had planned to write a letter to Miss Biao, so why did she talk too much? ?
***
"Miss, Qian'er thinks this item is good."
"No, you already gave it last year?"
"How about this one?"
"It's too boring, my cousin likes more interesting things."
"Why don't you give Miss Biao the twelfth birthday doll Qian'er made for Miss a few days ago?"
"Qian'er, you still have a way, my cousin will definitely like it."
"...Qian'er thinks so too."
After the lunch break, seeing that Fang Fei was still worrying about what to give Fang Shiyan, even though her heart was sore, Lin Qian still cheered up to give Fang Fei advice, and finally contributed the most proud of the previous few days. After the twelfth birthday baby that Fang Fei liked the most, Fang Fei asked Xinger to help pack it, and finally began to write a reply letter on the desk with satisfaction.
Since Fang Fei's body is better than when she was a child, the curtains in the house are not drawn tightly during the day, and the burning charcoal fire makes the house extremely warm. Fang Fei, who took off her outer clothes and wore a light blue embroidered dress, combed Butterfly bun, with exquisite pendants inserted, with a correct posture, writing on the plain white silk paper with a pen, and the sun shone brightly through the air-conditioning, forming a warm color.
The handwriting on the plain white silk paper became more and more prominent, and the corners of Fang Fei's mouth, which was drooping, were slightly curved.
Lin Qian, who had been quietly watching, watching, and enduring, felt that the soreness in her heart was finally squeezed to the extreme and burst.
"Miss, drink some tea to moisten your throat first."
"Okay, I'm just thirsty."
"Miss, haven't you finished writing Miss Biao's letter yet?"
"Well, I want to think about the words and write about her never coming."
"Is it because I can't figure out how to write it for a while?"
"That's it."
"Since Miss doesn't know how to write, why don't you teach Qian'er to practice calligraphy?"
"Ok?"
Lin Qian, who seemed to be chatting a moment ago, quickly took the teacup from Fang Fei's hand and put it aside. She took two steps forward, standing in front of the desk, blocking the bright light, but not waiting for others to feel the power. Intentionally, the tone that was deliberately softened and filled with longing slowly rang out:
"Did Qian'er tell Miss that Qian'er has been envious of Miss's good handwriting since a long time ago, and also wants to have Miss's good handwriting?"
Fang Fei slowly raised her head, her black eyes were full of a faint smile that could not be concealed.
"Qian'er, you use this trick again."
Ever since she was a child, whenever Lin Qian wanted to do something, she would always use this kind of verbal tricks. Although Fang Fei gave in to her every time in the end, she couldn't help being a little funny when she heard this familiar routine again. .
"Why can't Qian'er understand Miss's words, Qian'er is speaking the truth."
Lin Qian was wearing a dark blue thin dress, with a simple bun and a light green pearl pendant. When the pendant was shaking slightly, her crow-like eyelashes blinked, and her jet-black eyes Her eyes were shining slightly, in order to make her words more convincing, she was leaning forward with all her strength, her dress seemed to be touching the desk, and her figure was highlighted by the desk.
Fang Fei looked at Lin Qian, who was close and within reach, with the familiar faint scent of medicine in her nose, her eyes slightly widened with a slight smile, and her earlobes were slightly red:
"Qian'er, you...stay away."
It wasn't until this moment that Fang Fei realized in astonishment that when Fang Shiyan was fourteen and would reach her age in two years, when she grew up, Lin Qian, who was facing her day and night, was unknowingly Has grown into a slim woman!
The author has something to say:
The seemingly sweet chapter is followed by An An's struggle from the morning to the present.
I just want them to fall in love sweetly, so how can I get stuck in doubting life?
Hey, I want to hug and hold high!
Ma'am, I'm a little disappointed because Miss Biao didn't come~
Familiar with Lin Qian's heart, the mild boredom slipped past, but the boredom was quickly overwhelmed by the indescribable joy.
Miss Biao will not be able to come to Fang's mansion in the future. After Jiji, she should get married, and then take care of her husband and raise her children. Thinking about it, it is even more impossible to come to Fang's mansion when she has time.
"Qian'er?"
Lin Qian recovered from the cheerful imagination, and lowered her eyes slightly to prevent Fang Fei from seeing the joy in her eyes.
"Miss, don't be sad, the friendship between Miss Biao and Miss will not fade because of not being able to meet, presumably Miss Biao is sad because she can't come to Fang Mansion, why don't Miss Biao go back to the house and write a letter to Miss Biao to comfort her?"
Because Miss Biao might not come here in the future, Lin Qian made a rare and generous proposal when she was feeling happy and reckless.
"... What Qian'er said makes sense, then let's go back."
Fang Shiyan's inability to come was already a fact, and Fang Fei could not change it. Hearing Lin Qian's suggestion at this moment was the most appropriate method.
The 14-year-old Fang Fei is no longer a toddler, she thinks things clearly.
"it is good."
Lin Qian followed Fang Fei's pace and accelerated, seemingly earnestly supporting her, her drooping eyes slowly lifted up, and she was not willing to move away.
Although Fang Fei, who was meticulously nursed by her every day, was not as good as her peers, she was better than when she was young. At this moment, she was wearing a light green dress, which complemented the whole person very elegantly, and also made her complexion delicate. Ordinary people want to be fairer, but in such a slightly accelerated pace, they are dyed a touch of pink, and even the lip color is also a touch of red.
Compared with other young ladies, the young lady is like a delicate and pitiful lily.
Slim and graceful, arousing pity, people can't wait to spend everything to make her happy and joyful.
Time is a little fast~
In my impression, the little Naituanzi is already a beautiful girl, and she has finally survived until the time when Miss Biao can't come!
A gust of warm wind was blowing in her face. Fang Fei stopped, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned her head slightly to see Lin Qian's brows and eyes slightly curved, with a patient smile on her face.
Fang Fei's earlobe turned red slightly, she lowered her head and swept her clothes, slightly embarrassed:
"Qian'er, could it be that there is something on me that makes me look so happy?"
"...No, it's just that Chinese New Year is coming soon after all, Qian'er is thinking about what Miss Biao should send this time, and Ms Biao will be very happy when she receives it."
Although Lin Qian thought she was good at hiding her emotions, she couldn't help hesitating a little at this moment before she dared to answer.
When Fang Fei heard this, her brows and eyes lit up slightly, and her thoughts were instantly changed:
"That's right, I think my cousin Ru Qian'er said that she is sad because she can't come this year, besides believing that I should send something to coax her.
Qian'er, you've been thinking about it for so long, but have you ever thought of something good? "
Lin Qian met Fang Fei's slightly bright eyes, and it took her a while to speak.
"...Never, Qian'er can't figure it out."
"It's okay, then I'll think about it myself."
After a full half a day, Fang Fei was always worried about what to send to Fang Shiyan.
Lin Qian, who was originally happy because Miss Biao couldn't come to Fang's residence, felt very sour for no reason.
The young lady had planned to write a letter to Miss Biao, so why did she talk too much? ?
***
"Miss, Qian'er thinks this item is good."
"No, you already gave it last year?"
"How about this one?"
"It's too boring, my cousin likes more interesting things."
"Why don't you give Miss Biao the twelfth birthday doll Qian'er made for Miss a few days ago?"
"Qian'er, you still have a way, my cousin will definitely like it."
"...Qian'er thinks so too."
After the lunch break, seeing that Fang Fei was still worrying about what to give Fang Shiyan, even though her heart was sore, Lin Qian still cheered up to give Fang Fei advice, and finally contributed the most proud of the previous few days. After the twelfth birthday baby that Fang Fei liked the most, Fang Fei asked Xinger to help pack it, and finally began to write a reply letter on the desk with satisfaction.
Since Fang Fei's body is better than when she was a child, the curtains in the house are not drawn tightly during the day, and the burning charcoal fire makes the house extremely warm. Fang Fei, who took off her outer clothes and wore a light blue embroidered dress, combed Butterfly bun, with exquisite pendants inserted, with a correct posture, writing on the plain white silk paper with a pen, and the sun shone brightly through the air-conditioning, forming a warm color.
The handwriting on the plain white silk paper became more and more prominent, and the corners of Fang Fei's mouth, which was drooping, were slightly curved.
Lin Qian, who had been quietly watching, watching, and enduring, felt that the soreness in her heart was finally squeezed to the extreme and burst.
"Miss, drink some tea to moisten your throat first."
"Okay, I'm just thirsty."
"Miss, haven't you finished writing Miss Biao's letter yet?"
"Well, I want to think about the words and write about her never coming."
"Is it because I can't figure out how to write it for a while?"
"That's it."
"Since Miss doesn't know how to write, why don't you teach Qian'er to practice calligraphy?"
"Ok?"
Lin Qian, who seemed to be chatting a moment ago, quickly took the teacup from Fang Fei's hand and put it aside. She took two steps forward, standing in front of the desk, blocking the bright light, but not waiting for others to feel the power. Intentionally, the tone that was deliberately softened and filled with longing slowly rang out:
"Did Qian'er tell Miss that Qian'er has been envious of Miss's good handwriting since a long time ago, and also wants to have Miss's good handwriting?"
Fang Fei slowly raised her head, her black eyes were full of a faint smile that could not be concealed.
"Qian'er, you use this trick again."
Ever since she was a child, whenever Lin Qian wanted to do something, she would always use this kind of verbal tricks. Although Fang Fei gave in to her every time in the end, she couldn't help being a little funny when she heard this familiar routine again. .
"Why can't Qian'er understand Miss's words, Qian'er is speaking the truth."
Lin Qian was wearing a dark blue thin dress, with a simple bun and a light green pearl pendant. When the pendant was shaking slightly, her crow-like eyelashes blinked, and her jet-black eyes Her eyes were shining slightly, in order to make her words more convincing, she was leaning forward with all her strength, her dress seemed to be touching the desk, and her figure was highlighted by the desk.
Fang Fei looked at Lin Qian, who was close and within reach, with the familiar faint scent of medicine in her nose, her eyes slightly widened with a slight smile, and her earlobes were slightly red:
"Qian'er, you...stay away."
It wasn't until this moment that Fang Fei realized in astonishment that when Fang Shiyan was fourteen and would reach her age in two years, when she grew up, Lin Qian, who was facing her day and night, was unknowingly Has grown into a slim woman!
The author has something to say:
The seemingly sweet chapter is followed by An An's struggle from the morning to the present.
I just want them to fall in love sweetly, so how can I get stuck in doubting life?
Hey, I want to hug and hold high!
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