1819: I, Fan Yu’s Woman (19)

I, Fan Yu’s Woman (19)

Qiao Yuanfei:"..."1

When she saw that she was holding fan Yu's shirt in her hand, Qiao Yuanfei was completely stunned.

When she came back to her senses, she hurriedly asked her to put it away.

"Auntie is fine. The clothes are just a little wet, and it will dry in a while... Achoo!"As Qiao Yuanfei spoke, she couldn't help but sneeze again.

She had really caught a cold.

When Xiao Liuliu was showering, it was too noisy. Not only were her clothes a little wet, but they were also almost wet.

If she slept like this, she would definitely catch a cold.

Her fever had just subsided two days ago. If she wasn't careful..

"Aunty, do you dislike Papa Fan's clothes? Then Xiao Liuliu will find you a new one."Xiao Liuliu pursed her lips, hugged the clothes, turned around, and ran back to the wardrobe.

Her small hands rummaged through the wardrobe and took out a fan Yu shirt.

"Is this considered new?"

"..."

Qiao Yuanfei didn't know how to explain it to her. The problem wasn't that it was new or old, but that fan Yu's clothes couldn't do it.

If he came back later and saw that she was wearing his clothes... she wouldn't be able to explain it even if she had ten mouths.

Moreover, it was also very impolite to wear someone else's clothes without the permission of others.

Qiao Yuanfei Thought for a moment, then went into the bathroom to take a towel and wrap it around her body. She then held Xiao Liuliu's hand as they went downstairs to look for the butler.

"Miss Qiao, there are no women's clothes in the villa. I really don't know where to get them for you in such a short time. Otherwise, just like what little miss said, you should wear young master fan's clothes first. They are all new clothes anyway. You should change into them first, then give me your wet clothes. I'll get someone to blow-dry them for you right away. It Won't take long before you can change back."

The Butler had a troubled look on his face as he tried to come up with a plan.

Seeing that Qiao Yuanfei was still hesitating, he spoke again.

"If Miss Qiao is afraid that young master fan will come back and find it awkward, then you can rest assured. Young master fan is attending a very important business banquet today. He has already told us that he will not come back too early. Otherwise, he would not have specially asked you to come over and help take care of young miss."

Having said that, Qiao Yuanfei insisted on not wearing fan Yu's shirt, which made her appear pretentious.

She could only take one and go upstairs to change.

Qiao Yuanfei was very thin, with fair and slender legs. When she was only wearing a white shirt, even Xiao Liuliu was stunned.

She pointed at her fingers and kept circling around Qiao yuanfei.

"Auntie is good-looking, Auntie is really good-looking!"

Qiao yuanfei held her little body that was about to spin and lowered her head to look at the clothes on her body.

Although she knew that this was a new shirt and fan Yu had never worn it before, when she thought that it was his clothes, she felt that something was wrong.

Before she could regret it, Xiao Liuliu had already picked up the clothes that she had changed out of and sent them downstairs to the butler to be dealt with.

Qiao Yuanfei didn't even have the chance to regret it.

It was late at night, and there was no one else in the villa. Only the old and the Young had her.

With Xiao Liuliu by her side, Qiao Yuanfei didn't have the time to let her imagination run wild. She hugged her and told her stories for a while. Then she heard Xiao Liuliu mumble a lot of gossip. In the end, how did she fall asleep? Even she didn't know..

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At the main door of the private villa.

A dazzling sports car stopped at the door.

The window of the car rolled down, revealing Fan Yu's handsome face with sharp edges.

The sports car's engine was turned off, and the lights in the car were all dimmed.

His warm eyes faced the moonlight. The sparkling moonlight reflected bits of light in his pupils.

The High Bridge of his nose cast a shadow on his nostrils..

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