What's wrong with the fake daughter? Sister is still the god of gold

Chapter 177 Little Detective

Qin Fuyao came back to his senses and shook his head.

Then, he casually said, "I need to poop, I can't hold it anymore."

It's just nonsense.

"???"

Lu Congheng glanced around and said quickly, "The bathroom should be over there. Do you have any paper?"

Qin Fuyao shook his head again, "I can't poop outside, I want to go home."

"Well, let's go then?"

Qin Fuyao didn't know how he got back home. He was in a daze and felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

I simply asked for leave for evening self-study.

She lay down on the soft bed and gradually fell asleep.

It’s a dream…

Young Geng Jingzhi hurried out and kissed six-year-old Fuyao, who was playing with building blocks in the living room.

Then, looking at her son who was doing homework, she said, "Mom is out working. Lang Lang, take good care of your sister at home."

Ten-year-old Qin Lang patted his chest and promised, "Okay, goodbye, Mom."

Geng Jingzhi was very relieved about her son who always doted on his sister. She turned to her daughter and said softly, "Yaoyao, listen to your brother at home."

"Yeah." Little Fuyao nodded and continued to build blocks.

Geng Jingzhi also instructed the nanny at home to make sure nothing was left out before leaving.

An hour passed.

The two little ones live in peace.

Xiao Fuyao successfully completed the building blocks of the castle.

She put away all the toys, then walked to her brother, pulled his arm, and said in a soft voice, "Brother, I want to go find mom."

"Mom will be back soon, can we stay home?" Qin Lang touched the top of his sister's head.

My heart and eyes are full of my sister.

"No." Little Fuyao refused, "I want to go find my mom right now."

Qin Lang really couldn't refuse his sister, so he could only go out with her.

Not long after.

The two of them sat in the back seat of the car.

The driver was a man who specifically took the two little ones to and from school.

At this time, there is a turn.

A runaway truck was speeding towards us.

Little Fuyao fell asleep shortly after getting in the car, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Qin Lang put down the book in his hand, looked at his sleeping sister, and smiled with satisfaction.

He glanced casually and saw the truck rushing towards him.

Qin Lang didn't have time to think, his body subconsciously protected his sister.

"boom--"

The car flipped over violently.

Little Fuyao felt a violent impact and when he opened his eyes he saw his brother bleeding from his head.

"Brother! What's wrong with you?" Little Fuyao was so scared that tears came out of his eyes.

She ignored the feeling of dizziness from the blood and reached out to shake her brother's arm desperately.

Qin Lang heard his sister's voice, opened his eyes with difficulty, and said with all his strength: "Brother is fine, Yaoyao, go out quickly."

He had only one thought in his mind: nothing must happen to his sister.

"No, I don't want to. I want to stay with my brother." Little Fuyao was terrified and cried, "Brother, are you okay?"

Little Fuyao tried to wipe the blood off his brother's face with trembling hands.

However, it cannot be wiped clean, and the more you wipe, the more it gets.

Why? Why is this happening?

After thinking about it, Xiao Fuyao seemed to understand something and sobbed, "Brother, please don't die."

"We won't look for Mom anymore. We don't want my brother to die."

Qin Lang felt a pang of pain in his heart when he heard his sister crying, but he couldn't raise his hand to wipe away her tears.

What will happen to my sister if he is gone?

"Young lady and young master, are you okay?" The unconscious driver in the driver's seat slowly woke up.

He chiseled open the car door, climbed out, and reached out to drag the tearful little Fuyao out.

He did not forget to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, young master, I will rescue you right away."

Qin Lang's legs were pinned down, and the moment he raised his eyes, he saw cigarettes starting in the car.

"Don't worry about me, take Fuyao to a safe place." Qin Lang looked at the little Fuyao who was still crying, but he could no longer raise his hand to touch her head.

A line of clear tears flowed from the corner of the little boy's eyes, mixing with the blood.

The driver was unwilling to give up, "Young Master, I will definitely rescue you."

"Brother, let's go home together." Little Fuyao cried so hard that she couldn't breathe. "Brother, come out quickly."

Xiao Fuyao reached out to pull Qin Lang.

Qin Lang nudged the driver with his elbow and said, "Hurry up, please, nothing can happen to Fuyao."

He said that he would always protect his sister and never let her get hurt.

I will break my promise in the future, and I hope my sister won’t blame him.

The driver had no choice but to pick up little Fuyao and run away.

Little Fuyao struggled desperately, "No! I want my brother."

“Brother——” A heart-wrenching voice echoed throughout the empty suburbs.

Qin Lang felt relieved and said to his sister, "Brother will always be by your side."

A blazing fire started.

With a "bang", the car body collapsed.

The driver stopped.

The terrifying fire was reflected in little Fuyao's eyes.

Qin Fuyao suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, covered his chest, and gasped for breath.

It took two minutes before his breathing gradually stabilized.

She leaned against the head of the bed, somewhat dazed.

Qin Fuyao hadn't dreamed of her brother for a long time, so long that she almost forgot what he looked like.

Since Qin Lang's death, all the things related to him in the house were burned by Geng Jingzhi.

Include photos.

In the Qin family, Qin Lang became a name that could not be mentioned.

Over time, it seemed as if Qin Lang had never existed.

Qin Fuyao thought of Qin Fuguang. If his brother could grow up, he would definitely be like this, right?

Why was Qin Fuguang's former name Qin Lang?

No, Di Mi didn't even know that she had a brother.

Was it a coincidence, or did she mention it casually?

Qin Fuyao thought about it over and over but couldn't figure it out. He felt helpless as if he couldn't slap his enemy in the face.

How did that happen?

Qin Fuyao thought about it, then lay down again and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table.

Open it and take a look.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and she couldn't even believe that she had slept and had a dream.

Qin Fuyao unlocked the phone screen and saw a message pop up in a green bubble.

It shows that the letter is from [A Tantan].

What? Are you back?

Qin Fuyao quickly logged in and saw a very personal message.

A Tantan: [How is it? Did you miss me?]

Qin Fuyao's thumbs were about to send sparks flying from the keyboard. [Getting out of jail?]

Xiao Tantan replied immediately, "I'm convinced! I really am in seclusion. I sent you a message the moment I got my phone."

[Are you moved? If so, why not cry?]

[What's wrong with you? You changed your profile picture to such an old-fashioned one, I thought your account was hacked.]

Qin Fuyao's typing speed was still too slow, and he couldn't keep up with the other party's chat history at all.

Simply change the channel, [Do you want to take the order?]

Tantan A: [I just got back and I'm asking this. Is our relationship only sustainable through business deals?]

[I'm busy now. Wait until I'm busy for a while.]

[Are you in a bad mood?]