Pick up a girlfriend: young master, please be careful

Dreams? With this consciousness, Xiaoying was a little more calm when she faced these things. Her mind moved, and everything in front of her disappeared, and everything recovered as before.

Suddenly, in this blank room, there are familiar houses, gardens and familiar faces.

"Miss," one of the older seniors looked at Xiaoying and came over with a smile.

"Fauber?" Xiaoying looks at the familiar person, who is the old manager of their family.

"Yes, miss," said fauber, looking at Xiaoying with respect and affection in his eyes.

"Miss, Mr. and Mrs. are busy with their work. Today we still let the young master play with you," said fauber, and then a young lady in a suit came out from behind him.

"Xiaoying, let's go. I'll take you to play on the swing." the expression on the boy's face was very serious, but looking at Xiaoying's eyes, there was a kind of imperceptible smile.

"Little brother?" Xiaoying looks at the little boy and unconsciously puts her hand on the little boy's hand.

"Xiaoying, let's go, I'll take you to play," the boy repeated, with no change in his face.

"Well, let's go to play," Xiaoying grinned, and then looked at Fubo, the housekeeper. "Fubo, I'm going to play with my little brother, and I'll be back soon."

"Yes, miss," said fauber, nodding, and then he came up to the boy. "Young master, take care of miss."

"I know," the boy's bright eyes flashed a trace of displeasure, and his tone was even more impatient.

"Little brother, let's play," Xiaoying holds the boy's hand, her fingers gently scratch his palm.

"Well, Xiaoying, let's play," the boy turned his head and looked at Xiaoying, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Little brother, let's go to the garden, where there are many flowers," Xiaoying pulled the boy, and soon they saw all kinds of flowers in full bloom.

"The flowers here are very beautiful. I'll make a wreath for you. Xiaoying must be very beautiful with the wreath," the little boy let go of Xiaoying's hand and went to the garden.

There are many flowers and plants in the garden. The boy's height is not very high. In a twinkling of an eye, Xiaoying has nothing in front of her except the gorgeous flowers.

"Little brother, little brother, where are you? Come out quickly?" Xiaoying's heart is very anxious, rushed to the flowers, her little brother is missing, how can it be missing, she wants to find him, she must find him and ask him why he left her.

"Xiaoying, you must look good wearing a wreath," Xiaoying heard little brother's voice, but it seemed very far away from her.

"Little brother, come out," Xiao Ying called to the endless garden, but the answer was nothing but silence.

"Little brother?" Xiaoying opens her eyes and looks around. In front of her eyes is her familiar room. She wakes up. How can it be? She was clearly in a dream just now. She went back to her home and saw Fubo and little brother. Why did she suddenly wake up?

Xiaoying closed her eyes, unwilling to return to that place again, as long as she got there, she could see them.

But this time, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't sleep. Was it because she had a long rest today that she couldn't enter the dream?