Qiao Qiqi glanced at her face and said, "I can draw it for you tomorrow. Whatever style you want, I can draw it."

"I don't need to sit anywhere, you just draw in front of me..."

Before Fang Ke could finish speaking, he suddenly remembered that Qiao Qiqi had painted Qiao Weiguo while he was away.

Realizing that Qiao Qiqi could draw it without him being there, he was even more astonished, "My God! You're amazing!"

Qiao Qiqi thought for a moment and said modestly, "It's because I'm quite familiar with you and remember every expression on your face that I'm able to draw it blindly. If it were someone I'm not familiar with, I wouldn't be able to do it."

"I see."

Fang Ke couldn't draw, but she understood as soon as Qiao Qiqi explained.

At this moment, Fang's mother finished washing the dishes, and Fang's father gave her his seat before going upstairs to work.

The group played together until eight o'clock, then sat down to watch TV for a while before going back to rest.

Near the end, Fang Ke and her mother got up to go to the restroom. After closing the bathroom door, Fang Ke finally couldn't help but ask her mother, "Mom, why didn't you let me speak at the dinner table?"

Fang's mother glanced at her and said, "Your aunt clearly has something to say to Qiqi. Why are you going to join in?"

Fang Ke blinked, then, remembering her aunt's unusually warm attitude towards Qi Qi today, her expression suddenly changed. "Mom, will Auntie make things difficult for Qi Qi?"

"Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about? Your aunt doesn't look like she dislikes Qiqi at all; it's more like she likes her." Seeing that her daughter was a fool, Fang's mother felt helpless.

Fang Ke was a little worried, but after thinking it over, she agreed with her mother's words.

Although she was very curious about what her aunt wanted to say to Qiqi, Fang's mother wouldn't let her go, so she didn't join in the fun.

At nine o'clock, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Qiao Qiqi took Xin Xin to take a bath first, and then Fang Jingru took a bath. When Fang Jingru returned to her room, Qiao Qiqi was braiding Xin Xin's hair.

The little girl didn't like having her hair down at night; it had to be tied up. So Qiao Qiqi combed her hair into a little bun on top of her head so it wouldn't disturb her sleep.

When Fang Jingru came in, she was wearing the pajamas she had brought with her, but coincidentally, they were both pink, just like Qiao Qiqi's.

Xin Xin blinked her big eyes, glanced at Fang Jingru, then turned to look at Qiao Qiqi, then back at Fang Jingru, and then back at Qiao Qiqi again...

Qiao Qiqi noticed her movement and smiled slightly.

The little girl clearly didn't understand why the two of them looked so alike; she glanced at Fang Jingru several times when she first met her.

It was the same when we were eating at the table just now.

However, before, Fang Jingru was wearing different clothes than her, so she didn't really think they looked that similar. Now that the two are in the same room and wearing clothes of the same color, their already similar faces look even more alike.

In fact, not only did Fang Ke suspect that she was Fang Jingru's lost child or relative, but she was also particularly surprised when she first saw Fang Jingru's photo.

This feeling became even stronger after meeting Fang Jingru in person.

"Stop looking, go to sleep." Qiao Qiqi ruffled Xin Xin's hair and pointed to the pillow. The little girl immediately lay down obediently.

Fang Jingru looked at it with some interest and asked, "You mentioned before that you have a younger brother. Is your brother older or your sister older?"

"..."

Seeing that Fang Jingru thought Xin Xin was her biological sister, she hesitated for a moment.

In fact, after learning that Fang Jingru was the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, she thought that it would be great if she could place an advertisement in the newspaper to find relatives for Chenchen and Xinxin.

However, based on Chenchen's account, their family might have a powerful background. Qiao Qiqi thought about the pursuit they had faced over the past year and was afraid that the relatives Chenchen mentioned would notice and bring them to their deaths again. So, she ultimately decided to investigate secretly.

Thinking of this, Qiao Qiqi temporarily gave up the idea of ​​asking Fang Jingru for help, and simply said, "Xin Xin is not my biological sister, she is a relative's child. I only have one younger brother."

Fang Jingru was stunned for a moment, and when she realized that Xin Xin was not her biological sister, she was immediately dumbfounded.

However, she didn't ask any further questions. She just felt that Qiao Qiqi was really kind and took such good care of her relatives' children.

It was getting late, and the three of them quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, after breakfast, Fang Jingru suddenly invited Qiao Qiqi to stay at her house for a few days. "A few days later is fine too. I heard from Xiao Ke that you're going to stay in Beijing for half a month. So next weekend, when I'm off, I'll take you guys out for a good time."

Qiao Qiqi was flattered and overwhelmed. She had felt Fang Jingru's special enthusiasm for her since yesterday, although she didn't know the origin of this enthusiasm.

But she already felt embarrassed staying at the Fang family's house, so how could she possibly bother Fang Jingru?

Fang Ke readily agreed, and also mentioned that Qiao Qiqi could write articles.

"Auntie, Qiqi said she wants to write an article and submit it to a newspaper in Beijing. Could you take a look at her draft and see if it's any good?"

"Qiqi can write articles? Has she finished any?"

Qiao Qiqi did have some, but it still needed some final polishing, so she said, "Can I give it to you tomorrow?"

Fang Jingru readily nodded, "Sure! I'll come pick it up tomorrow."

Qiao Qiqi hadn't expected it to go so smoothly, and immediately nodded, "Okay!"

After seeing the family off, Qiao Qiqi first mopped the floor.

She didn't need to do laundry today, and since the Fang family wasn't around, she was going to the black market.

Although Xin Xin is young, she is very obedient. Qiao Qiqi put the TV away for her and then went out.

She quickly arrived at the black market, found a secluded spot to change her clothes in her spatial dimension, took out an apple and a pear, and then squatted down in a quiet place within the black market.

About 10 minutes later, the first customer arrived. "What are you selling?"

Qiao Qiqi lifted a corner of the black cloth covering the basket. "The apples and pears are imported. You can try them before you buy."

Everyone who has tried the fruit she sells buys it.

Moreover, once you eat it, the two pounds you originally wanted to buy will immediately become four pounds, so Qiao Qiqi is willing to let you try it.

Sure enough, after eating it, the customer immediately nodded in satisfaction and asked, "How much is it per pound?"

"Seven cents." Qiao Qiqi had already inquired about the price a few days ago. Prices in Beijing are a bit higher than in her hometown, so seven cents is the normal price here.

Sure enough, the customer readily agreed, "Give me four catties."

Qiao Qiqi packed eight for him, and he took the money. He was overjoyed to see that four jin (2 catties) of the product sold for 8 mao (0.8 yuan) more than in town.

Moreover, the black market in Beijing has a large customer flow. In just one and a half hours, Qiao Qiqi sold two baskets of apples and pears.

Two baskets of food would normally sell for 60 yuan in town, but here she sold them for a full 85 yuan, almost half more!