webnovelfull 260: Big Brother is Just a Brother
260: Big Brother is Just a Brother
Who told him?
Has anyone told him that he has a younger sister?
Fu Fengzhao felt that he should be angry.
He was alone on the other side of the ocean, and because of the time difference, he had little contact with his friends here.
Whether it is daily or during holidays, mobile phones are unusually quiet.
Only Xiaoyue would send a group of blessing text messages during the holidays and check his name by the way.
The kind of group text messages that have no sincerity at all and are full of blessings without any emotion, you can tell at a glance that they were copied from somewhere else, and even the person's ID has not been deleted.
But even so, Fu Fengzhao still read it carefully and then replied something.
The other person is either asleep and not replying, or is feeling sleepy. Tell him you can talk tomorrow.
Then there is no more.
Even so, he would carefully select the gifts to bring them before returning home every time.
He didn't expect that when he returned, he would be accused of not bringing gifts to people he didn't know.
I feel so tired. I feel like a mother of three whose husband doesn't love her and whose children don't care about her, and whose whole family doesn't care about her. After a hard day's work, she comes home, cooks, washes clothes, and coaxes her children, and thinks she can finally be free. But suddenly, the child points at the lazy sheep in the TV series who doesn't have enough food, and cries and asks her why she doesn't cook for lazy sheep. She feels so absurd and powerless.
All Fu Fengzhao knew about this sister was what he heard from his aunt before he came.
It was also at that time that he found out that he had a younger sister in his family.
Then he came to the Xiao family to find them.
After a day-long flight, he returned home with gifts, only to find that his family had moved away a long time ago and no one had told him.
There was a new member in the family, but no one told him.
Also, because he didn't bring a gift for someone he didn't know, his younger brother, whom he had been with for more than ten years, got angry with him.
If this experience were put into Tomato's novel, it would be enough to make him become a villain.
Fu Xueji was silent for a long time, and then said, "I'm sorry, brother."
"It's okay." How could Fu Fengzhao be angry with him? He straightened up and reached out to pull him, "It's cold outside, go back to the room."
He is willing to take the initiative to approach someone like Xiaoxue who looks very clean and has fair skin.
The two returned to the room together. Fu Xueji suddenly remembered something and asked, "Brother, where are you going to live when you come back?"
"I live here." He answered naturally.
His family is all here, he definitely won't go back to the old house alone.
Fu Xueji stared at him for two seconds, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
"It seems there are no vacant rooms here."
"No?" Fu Fengzhao thought about it and realized that there were indeed too many people in the family.
He sent Xiaoxue back to the room, and pressed his bony fingers on the door without paying much attention. "I'll ask Grandpa later."
Mr. Fu just came here to stay. He knows nothing about the family affairs, and everything is handled by the housekeeper.
"There are indeed no vacant rooms. The two remaining guest rooms are quite small and in the shade. The young master wouldn't be able to live there."
Fu Fengzhao couldn't stand the room being without sunlight. Without sunlight coming in, he always felt that it was damp everywhere.
He felt uncomfortable all over at the thought of living in such a humid environment.
The housekeeper suddenly thought of something and said, "The young lady's room is still empty. She has never lived there."
Mr. Fu said "Oh" and remembered.
The well-lit room next to Xiaoxue is reserved for Qingqing, although she has never lived here and will never come back to live here.
But when Fu Sihuai moved in, there were only his family and three or four servants, and there were plenty of rooms in the yard, so he decorated one for Qingqing as well.
Later, Mr. Fu came to stay and brought a lot of people with him, almost filling up the yard.
The old man glanced at his eldest grandson and felt a little reluctant.
"Hey, call Xiaoyue and ask Qingqing to let Zhaozhao stay with us for over a month."
The old man thought that he wouldn't be able to stay for long anyway, and would have to go back to school in about forty days at most.
At that time, the room can be vacant again as a symbol of their anticipation for Qingqing's return.
Fu Fengzhao, feeling his grandfather's reluctance, was speechless.
After all, his trip back was a bit unnecessary.
Fu Yueci basically doesn't look at his phone when he goes out to play, but today happens to be an exception.
He stepped on the board, Qingqing sat on the snowboard, hugged his legs tightly, and slid down the snow track.
On his left and right were his friends, all holding up their phones to help him take videos.
They were the only group of people on the empty ski slope.
Fu Yueci usually doesn't ski on this beginner slope. He originally wanted to show off his skills to his sister, but his sister said there were too many slopes over there and his butt would always shake if he sat on it. So he carried his board and obediently came to this beginner slope.
Although I didn’t succeed in showing off, it’s enough that my sister had fun.
The guys next to him were really good brothers. They used their mobile phones to help him record the process of bringing girls from various angles.
A good friend holding Fu Yueci's phone saw the call pop-up on it, stopped and shouted to him.
"Brother Ci, phone call!"
Fu Yueci heard it. When he stopped, the wind whistling past his ears also stopped, and the world suddenly became much quieter.
"Whose is it?" he turned and asked.
The good buddy glanced at the note and said, "Grandpa Fu."
Fu Yueci took off his gloves to answer the phone. The little girl who was hugging his legs shook her head, moved her little butt forward, and hugged him tighter.
It’s fun, I’ll play again later!
After hearing what the other party said on the phone, Fu Yueci was a little surprised. He lowered his head and asked the little girl who was hugging his legs.
"Qingqing, my brother is back and has nowhere to stay. Can you let him stay in your room temporarily?"
The little girl raised her head. Her big eyes were not clearly visible because of the glasses, but her voice was still crisp.
"Ah~" She hesitated, "But Qingqing lives with her mother."
"It's another room, the one you share with our family."
The little girl had no impression, but she nodded vigorously and said yes.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Yueci returned the phone to his friend, put on gloves, and the little girl quickly hugged her brother's legs.
After hugging her tightly, she asked, "Who is Big Brother?"
Fu Yueci didn't even think about it and said without hesitation: "Big brother is just a brother."
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what? What?
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Fu Fengzhao successfully moved into the little girl's spare room.
The housekeeper found the key and took him upstairs.
After opening the door, all he saw was pink. His face remained calm, but his pupils were actually shaking.
"Why is it this color?" he asked in a puzzled tone.
The butler's voice was extremely natural, "Miss Qingqing likes pink."
"But this is too pink." He struggled.
"Miss, I like it."
"Ok."
Thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence: OK.
After all, he was just staying there as a guest, so he couldn't be picky. It was already very kind of him that the girl who loved pink was willing to let him stay there. Besides, the color was quite pleasing to the eye after looking at it for a long time, and at least it was very clean.
"Here, Master, here's a set of spare keys. I put them in the cabinet for you."
The housekeeper walked to the cabinet, opened it and took out a fluffy pink quilt.
Put it on the bed and shake it out.
Fu Fengzhao stood beside him, his eyelids twitched violently, and he asked in an inexplicable tone, "What is this?"
"A quilt," the housekeeper said, "a small quilt custom-made for Miss Qingqing. It's too big for her to drag at night."
Thinking of this person's mysophobia, the housekeeper paused and added, "The young lady didn't cover it, it's clean, don't worry, young master."
Fu Fengzhao wanted to say that this was not a question of cleanliness or insecurity.
The problem is that he is 1.89 meters tall, but he covers himself with a quilt that is 1.2 meters long at night.