Chapter 1689 The brother next door spoils me too much (14)

   Fang Qiucheng who led people to the guest room.

   Didn't know it at all, my parents had already rounded up and set their own affairs.

   Fang's guest room is much higher grade than Xiang's.

   After a quick glance, you will know that these are all newly replaced.

  Yuanqian looked at Fang Qiucheng with unstoppable gratitude on his face.

  Fair and tender cheeks, blushing, beautiful and thick eyelashes fluttering like a small fan, looking extremely cute.

  Fang Qiucheng was almost intoxicated by her cuteness, but fortunately, she still had some reason.

  He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

  Turn around and leave.

  No words.

  Yuanqian stared at his back for a while, "..." He doesn't seem to be very good at communicating with girls?

Um?

is that so?

   Or, he doesn't like to talk too much?

   She didn't think about it for too long, and then welcomed Mrs. Fang.

  The servant behind Mrs. Fang was holding several high-end gift boxes.

  Yuanqian stood up in a panic and said hello, and the two exchanged pleasantries again. Mrs. Fang took Yuanqian's little hand distressedly to comfort her.

  The two talked for about half an hour before Mrs. Fang left, telling her to take a good rest.

  Before leaving, Yuanqian asked with concern about Fanghu's situation.

Mrs. Fang said, "He, he will be very busy recently, and he may not come back for more than ten days, so you can stay here! I will help you take care of the Xiang family's affairs, so you don't have to worry. "

   These words are sincere, Yuan Qian can hear it.

   She looked at Mrs. Fang with eyes like mist, and said earnestly, "Thank you Aunt Fang, you...you are many times better than my mother treats me!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Fang patted her on the shoulder, "You silly child, that's because Cong Li doesn't know how to cherish it. In the future, there will be times when she regrets it! It's getting late, you should take a good rest first, if you need anything Things, just tell the servants to do it."

  Yuanqian nodded and said thank you again.

   Mrs. Fang just left.

   It's just that she didn't go back to her room, but turned around and went to Fang Qiucheng's room.

  At that time, Fang Qiucheng was sitting on the bed, staring at his palm in a daze.

  Her hands are neither soft nor good-looking, but he just likes that hand.

  His big palm can just hold her little hand tightly, bringing her warmth and a sense of security.

  She seems insecure?

  My heart, which has never felt too much, is throbbing inexplicably at this moment.

   She, who was indulging in her thoughts, was interrupted by a hasty knock on the door.

  Fang Qiucheng was startled, turned around, walked to the door, and opened the door. He stood at the door, not intending to let Mrs. Fang in.

  Madam Fang has long been used to his appearance.

  My son doesn't like others entering his room, and he usually cleans it himself.

   And this other person also includes her mother and his father Fang Hu.

  Mrs. Fang stood in front of the door, crossed her arms, and asked in the tone of someone who had come here, "Have you taken a fancy to the girl from the Xiang family?"

   "..."

  Fang Qiucheng half-closed his eyes, not quite understanding what she meant.

   After a brief moment of stupefaction, he denied it, "It's nothing, don't talk nonsense."

  Why did he fall in love with the girl from the Xiang family?

   Subconsciously, he glanced at the door of Yuanqian's room, and then quickly retracted it.

   Between the young man's indifferent brows and eyes, there was an imperceptible softness. Perhaps, this softness didn't even notice him.

  (end of this chapter)