Qu Xiu's condition is deteriorating rapidly. She has already experienced symptoms such as vision loss, memory loss, limb numbness, balance disorder, headache and vomiting. It can be said that she is watching herself step by step towards death every day. The physical pain and mental torture have completely lost the survival **.

Anbu tried to communicate with Qu Xiu, but received no response. She kept staring out the window blankly, her eyes full of death.

The hardest thing to save in the world is the person who even gives up.

"How is it?" Fu Junyao asked in a deep voice as he looked at Anbu who came out of the bedroom.

"The situation is not very optimistic." An Bu gently brought the door, "Mr. Fu, what are Mrs. Qu's hobbies do you usually have? Or are there anyone you particularly miss?"

Fu Junyi thought for a while and shook his head, "Mom usually dates ladies and wives in the circle. Her relationship with her parents is also very average. Apart from her deceased father, there are no other people who are particularly concerned about them." After a pause, she added, "When my mother was first hospitalized, many relatives and friends came to visit her. However, few people came in three to five days."

His meaning is very obvious. There is no one around Qu Xiu who can make her open-minded. Most of them are just ordinary friendships.

"As for hobbies, it's just playing cards, shopping, and raising flowers, there's nothing strange about it."

Anbu thought for a moment and asked, "Does she like pets?"

Fu Jun Yao was stunned and immediately replied: "I don't hate this or like it. I used to raise dogs at home, and they were taken care of by servants. She rarely gets close to her."

Anbu felt that this time the work was a bit difficult. How should a person who was desperate and was determined to die, stimulate her desire to survive?

Anbu fell into deep thought, but did not notice that Fu Jun Yao was staring at her intently.

The girl in front of her looks so similar to Aunt Gu'an. The former has a bare face and looks younger and more beautiful, while the latter is elegant and mature, with a bit of randomness and freedom.

Since the last time she parted, Aunt Gu'an has disappeared. She couldn't get through her phone and didn't reply to the email. She agreed to be their protective umbrella, but it turned into a parachute and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Fu Junyi kept looking for her, but she didn't find her, but she found a girl who looked so much like her.

He couldn't help but wonder if she was Aunt Gu'an, but she was well maintained and could not tell her age. Aren't many celebrities in their forties the same as girls in their twentysomethings now?

An Bu asked Fu Junyi a lot about Qu Xiu, and finally said, "Let's do this for now. I'll go back and study it and come to see her tomorrow."

After saying that, he picked up his bag and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

"Miss An, it's getting late, I'll treat you to lunch." Fu Junyi reached out to pick up her bag and made a "invitation" position.

"Mr. Fu is so polite." An Bu politely refused, "I still have something to do, so I won't bother Mr. Fu."

Fu Jun Yao paused for a moment, but in the end he didn't force her to take her out in person. Then he took out his cell phone and dialed a phone number...

After returning home, the first thing Anbu did was to read the diary and find memories related to the rich.

Qu Xiu is the wife of Fu Hague, one of the seven founders of Xinqi. He also adopts a son and a daughter, Fu Jun Yao and Fu Hanshuang. "Guan" is the second guardian of Fu Hanshuang and is also the second guardian of Luo Tianlei, the son of another late founder of Xinqi, Luo Tiancai.

If Qu Xiu unfortunately dies of illness, "Gu'an" will officially accept custody of Shuang and Luo Tianlei. They are still more than two years away from their adulthood. Even if Qu Xiu can persist until that time, with her current physical condition, she will not have the ability to monitor.

Anbu was silent for a while. At the beginning, he probably felt that he had no chance to be this guardian, so he agreed very readily. Unexpectedly, Qu Xiu would be seriously ill and could not hold on for even three years.

Seal the diary, sway backwards, and lie on the bed in a "big" shape.

Jian Ningxuan walked in and saw Anbu who stretched his arms and legs: "What do you look like?"

An walked sideways and changed from the word "big" to the word "dao".

Jian Ningxuan: "..." Are you doing yoga again?

"Jane Xiansen~~" An Bu jumped off the bed and hooked Jian Ningxuan's neck, "I want to give you a heart package."

Jian Ningxuan: Don’t hesitate.

"What position do you like?"

Jian Ningxuan: What are the other postures for the package?

“Three-dimensional, flat, implicit, or unrestrained?”

"...you just decide." Reservation restricted his imagination.

That night, Anbu entered the kitchen and began to tinker with her love set.

Seeing that she had a rose, lit candles, and light music, setting up such a romantic scene for him, Jian Ningxuan went to the room to change into a dress and prepared to enjoy a sweet candlelight dinner with her.

"Mr. Jian, your love set~~" Anbu put the plate on Jian Ningxuan's table and said politely, "Please enjoy."

Although he had made mental preparations in advance, Jian Ningxuan was still shocked after seeing the real thing.

On the plate, there is an oval white cake. The butter on the cake is made into foam. In the middle of the foam, there is a pair of men and women carved from fruit. The lower body is hidden in the foam. The upper body is luo-like. The fruit woman is slightly taller than the fruit man. Her plump breasts are just facing the fruit man's face, and it seems that she is doing something that cannot be described. Behind the fruit man and the fruit woman are a fragrant and delicious red wine chicken wing. On one side of the cake, there is a chocolate bar, and a small potato carved into a peach heart is topped with honey. There are honey juice wrapped around the potatoes, and the threads are drooping downwards, like a water curtain. There are also rose petals scattered on the edge of the plate as embellishment.

"This package is called 'Biyishuangfei'" Anbu said with satisfaction, "What do you think, Mr. Jane?"

Jian Ningxuan: Actually, it’s just... two birds are bathing together, right?

The cake is a bathtub, the cream is foam, the chicken wings are wings, the chocolate bar is sprayed, and the honey is shredded is water flowing.

Is Bit suggesting something?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Anbu asked sincerely: "Does Mr. Jian not like this position?"

Jian Ningxuan: Is this a question of posture? I had known that Bubu’s love package was this style, so why would he wear it so formally? Just change into a bathrobe.

Jian Ningxuan stood up, took off his coat, pulled off his bow tie, pulled off his collar, sat down again, picked up the knife and fork, and started eating.

Anbu held a glass of juice and watched him enjoy the love set he made with a smile. Sure enough, when he was in a bad mood, he was the happiest to feed the cat owner.

At night, nothing unexpected happened, Jian Ningxuan and An Laozi came to a beautiful mandarin duck bath.

The next day, the refreshing old corpse went straight to the pet store, picked up and picked it up, and finally bought a Czech tutel that was so ugly that it made people want to cry.

Anbu picked up the three-month-old Czech terrier and saw her disgust on its flowing face.

Anbu: I am so ugly that I feel embarrassed to dislike others? Forget it, I don’t have the same knowledge as you, and she doesn’t support me anyway.

The Czech terrier is a small dog with a unique appearance, deep eyes, a large head, long waist, short legs, the hair on the face, jaw and limbs is the thickest, and it looks like wearing a grass skirt. Although it is friendly to others, it likes to challenge people who are stronger than it.

Anbu plans to use this Czech tee to stimulate Qu Xiu to see if it can add some fun to her.
Chapter completed!