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Fen Qiao slept uncomfortably, her forehead was sweating, her cheeks were crimson, her willow eyebrows were frowning, and her thick eyelashes trembled restlessly, casting small shadows. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Every time he had a fever, Fen Qiao was really uncomfortable. The whole body is hot and cold, and for a while it sinks and floats in the cold and biting sea water with broken ice, and then it is like being roasted in the heart of the most prosperous firewood. These physical discomforts are not counted, but what I am most afraid of is that those new and old worries will turn into nightmares and come to my heart, and I will not be at peace in my sleep.

She was uncomfortable here, and suddenly felt the pain in her head soften, this massage was like Gu Yan's fingering.

Anyway, it was in a dream, Fen Qiao closed his eyes and enjoyed it, feeling that he had finally had a better dream.

The touch of the fingertips is cool, and the kneading force is moderate. Maybe she'll never have the chance to enjoy it again. Thinking of this, Fen Qiao's brows furrowed deeply again.

Gu Yan stopped, is today's strength right? Fen Qiao frowned in pain?

Fen Qiao in the dream pursed his lips, and his brows furrowed more and more.

He let out a long sigh in a low voice, and then he started again, but after all, he reduced his strength.

A shallow wound on the back of Fen Qiao's hand had been cleaned and covered with a transparent bandage.

……

Fen Qiao woke up before dawn.

There is still residual temperature in the cup on the counter next to the bed, which should be newly replaced by the maid.

She touched her forehead, and the fever should have subsided. Sweating at night, her pajamas were sticking to her body, it was very uncomfortable, she changed her clothes, and suddenly remembered what happened last night, and the action of buttoning slowed down.

This mood is melancholy and empty, which is depressing.

The snow outside the window had fallen for most of the night, and the white snow was almost half a calf thick, and a maid was cleaning the courtyard. Without opening the window, Fen Qiao could feel a chill creeping in through the cracks in the lattice, and she shivered and buttoned the last button.

Looking at the flowerbed behind the servant, she came back a little late yesterday, and her head was splitting, and she just wanted to come back and lie down, so she didn't notice the corner.

In that corner of the flower bed was a snowman half a man tall. It had snowed all night, and the silhouette didn't look very delicate, but it was still cute.

The small snowballs were piled on top of the big snowballs, and there was a red scarf of Fenqiao around the neck, two black stones were the eyes of the snowman, the frozen carrot was the nose, and a withered yellow leaf was the mouth. There is also a broom stuck in the chubby body as a body.

She remembered that she wanted to build a snowman, which she said to Gu Yan in person yesterday morning.

Diancheng is a spring city, never snows heavily, sometimes it snows for a few days, and the snow may not be able to build a small snowman the size of a palm, and it must be hidden in the refrigerator after it is piled up, otherwise it will melt in a few minutes.

Behind her, a maid came into the room to sweep, and Fen Qiao turned around, it was a girl who was close to her age, older than her, and had a delicate face, and she was cleaning the room with her head buried.

This person is often responsible for the sprinkling and cleaning of Jinrong Pavilion, and Fen Qiao has some impressions of her.

Fen Qiao's fingertips on the windowsill trembled slightly, and she tentatively spoke, "Do you know when the snowman outside was built?" ”

The maid obviously didn't expect Fen Qiao to talk to her, she looked up in surprise, hurriedly followed Fen Qiao's line of sight to look out, saw the snowman, and replied respectfully: "That was piled up by Mr. before dinner yesterday afternoon, when the snow was heavy." ”

At that time, Fen Qiao hadn't come back yet, and Gu Yan must have bothered to take the time to come back to pile up. Maybe he originally thought that Fen Qiao would be able to see it as soon as he got home.

Fen Qiao stood in front of the window, staring quietly, and did not speak for a long time.

The maid turned her head and quietly glanced at Fen Qiao's face, and the large snow outside the window made her face even fairer, that kind of whiteness was plain white after a serious illness, and even the lip flap did not have much blood. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and her waist was extremely slender, as if it could be easily broken in the next second.

is also a woman, and even she can't help but feel a little distressed when she sees it.

She looked down and remembered the gentleman who had been guarding in the snow outside the door for half the night last night.

It was cold, and even a thick layer of ice had formed under the eaves. She got up this morning, and within a quarter of an hour of going out, her hands and feet were completely frozen and stiff, and she almost couldn't hold the sweeping tools steadily. He stood for most of the night until Miss Fenqiao's fever subsided.

She glanced up at Fen Qiao again.

Although I don't understand why the gentleman just stood outside the door and refused to come in. But it is also necessary to have such a person, so that Mr. can hold it in the palm of his hand and cherish it, right?

After being in the Gu Mansion for a long time, these servants can also see some clues. The relationship between Mr. and Miss Fen Qiao is not simple, Miss Fen Qiao's dependence, and Mr. has no bottom line tolerance. They get along more like a young couple.

Mr. is such a high-ranking big man, but only in front of Miss Fen Qiao will he bend down and speak softly, serve her food and water like an ordinary husband and wife, and guard the bed when he is sick.

The first thing that the servants of the Gu Mansion need to abide by is to be cautious in their words and deeds. No matter how much she thought about it, she only dared to think about it in her heart.

With that, she picked up her tools and continued to clean.

……

Sister-in-law Zhang's first return to the apartment was the second day of work. After receiving Gu Yan's instructions, she helped Fen Qiao pack up her things from the apartment and brought them directly to the old mansion.

Fen Qiao's fever has subsided, but anyone can see that she is still weak, walking lightly, and speaking weakly. Even the only snack that I am willing to eat on weekdays has lost my appetite.

Fenqiao was sick and shouldn't have made snacks, but she couldn't eat anything, and she was sick to her stomach when she saw food. Even if you are still sick, how can you not eat anything?

After thinking about it, Sister-in-law Zhang still made some snacks that were easy to restrain themselves. But he didn't want to even eat this, and Fen Qiao refused to eat it.

She sat by the window, her face was pale, her facial features were still exquisite, but her eyebrows and eyes were hollow and contentless, which was unbearable.

Her eyes were looking out the window, but she didn't know what she was looking at.

It's like when she first saw Fen Qiao.

Mr. brought Fen Qiao back to the imperial capital, and spent so much effort and energy, but he didn't want to go around in circles, and everything went back to the original way.

Even she, an outsider, feels unwilling, can Mr. endure it?

Zhang Yi held the snack and let out a long sigh in a low voice.

She tried to open her mouth and called, "Miss Fenqiao......"

Fen Qiao turned around.

"Let's eat some, after taking so many medicines, my stomach will be uncomfortable if I don't eat..."

"You put it on the table, I'll take it later." Fen Qiao responded to her. The words fell, and he turned back to the window.

That being said, Zhang Yi didn't understand what he didn't understand, Fen Qiao refused to eat in front of people, and it was even more impossible to eat it if no one was staring at him. She said this because she didn't want to embarrass herself.

The servants in the entire house may not know why the relationship between Fen Qiao and Gu Yan suddenly stiffened, but Zhang Yi is clear.

This was already expected when she was sent to Fenqiao by Gu Yan, but she didn't expect that this day would come so quickly.

She knew that Fenqiao's father died tragically, and she had some small connections with her husband. To cause such a consequence, if the division of the responsibility of the gentleman is to be measured, it can only be measured entirely by the hearts of each person.

For example, Zhang Yi, she felt that this matter was not her husband's responsibility, and she should not blame him, but if Fen Qiao wanted to blame Gu Yan, she could completely understand it. It was Fen Qiao's own father who died, and he couldn't calm down if he was anyone.

It's just that understanding is understanding, Mr. grew up under her watch, he never does things according to his preferences, he relies on rational manipulation, such a person can achieve great things, but he is also very tired of living.

Fen Qiao was in a stalemate with him like this, and the gentleman had no expression on his face, but he was afraid that he had already received a solid blow in his heart.

After losing both, she felt unbearable after all and wanted to do something for them.

She put the snack on the table and didn't immediately withdraw it.

"Miss Fenqiao......" she called softly.

"Is there anything else?"

"Maybe I should tell you something."

……

"What?" After listening for a while, Fen Qiao reacted, turned his head in surprise, and looked into her eyes.

"What are you going to tell me?"

"It's me who talks too much, but even if Mr. scolds me, I want to tell this matter..."Zhang Yi pursed her lips, organized her words, and told her word by word.

"Before taking care of Miss, I worked in the Gu family for decades, and I also went to Diancheng with my husband."

Akari, she is a maid invited by Gao Ling, in fact, she went to work next to Fen Qiao, and her husband did it deliberately.

At that time, he had already found out the truth behind the kidnapping case, and it had nothing to do with him. But he still sent her to Fenqiao's side to take care of her daily life.

Helping Fen Qiao is not a whim of Gu Yan. Not because of guilt, but because he really treated the deceased Fenqiao's father in the position of a friend. There are very few people who have won such an honor, and Fen Qiao's father got it.

In less than three years, a big tree in Diancheng, the Feng family, was uprooted, and the once prosperous scene seemed to be nothing more than an illusion for the world.

Gu Yan spent a lot of time and energy to get the results he wanted.

"I grew up watching my husband, others may not know, but I know that the impact of that incident on my husband is great," Zhang Yi paused, although Fen Qiao didn't say a word, but he froze in place, obviously listening carefully. "After the kidnapping case, until today, when Mr. goes out, he must first check whether the vehicle is broken, and someone must accompany him secretly when he travels, but all the food in the mouth and the tableware used to present the food have all been detoxified and checked......

"He's so cautious about living in this world."

Cautious, but exhausting. Both physically and mentally. Wandering, without a single habitat.

He gave all his trust, love and care to Fen Qiao, but today he received such an ending.

Zhang Yi said slowly, she looked at Fen Qiao, and her words were earnest, wanting to impress her.

But Fenqiao lowered her head, and she was silent.

Zhang Yi couldn't see her expression clearly, and she couldn't tell what Fen Qiao was thinking.

She also bowed her head, withdrew the cold glass of water from the cabinet, and sighed in frustration.

"The things have been packed, but I really beg Miss Fenqiao to think again."

"At least...... Don't make hasty decisions. ”

She really didn't think Fen Qiao could see her heart clearly. Mr. took her hand step by step to today, treated her for depression, loved her, tolerated her, and gave her everything again, is his status in Fen Qiao's heart really inferior to Fen Qiao's father?

Isn't such a thick feeling enough to compare with that little bit of involvement that is not negligent at all?

Zhang Yi's back hurriedly disappeared outside the door.

Fen Qiao was still silent, her knuckles white, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Her heart did waver over and over again, but she didn't change her mind in the end.

If it was so easy to figure it out, she wouldn't be Fen Qiao.

Fen Qiao is a tenacious person, his psychology is extreme, sometimes he can't turn around, he just can't turn around, he only knows to drill deep into the horns, and he doesn't want to stand still until he is covered in blood. No matter how painful it was, she held back and didn't confide in anyone.

The first time was when Gu Yan forcibly pulled her out of the abyss of depression. And this time, the crux is Gu Yan himself.

This time, no one could help her.

If Fen Qiao can't figure it out by himself, he can only sink to the bottom of this abyss forever.