The vicious villain is in luck again

Perhaps aware of her mood that was teetering on the edge of irritability at the moment, He Yiyi wisely stopped making any sound, but was afraid that He Yiyi would call out again soon, so An Ran combed her hair and came out of the house.

He Yiyi looked at her suspiciously.

An Ran raised her head and chest, stepped across the threshold in one step, forced her to take a few steps back, "Let's go."

"But." He Yiyi hesitated, "I want that basin of water..."

"Let's go!" An Ran stared at her, her tone suddenly becoming more serious.

Only then did He Yiyi look away and walked forward reluctantly.

In the small hall, Mrs. Jiang was already sitting and waiting. When she saw An Ran, her eyes curled up like crescents, "My dear, how did you sleep last night?"

An Ran smiled and nodded, "Good day, mother."

Mrs. Jiang held An Ran's cheek with both hands and looked closer. The smile on her face faded a little, "You are now green now, you must not have slept well."

An Ran chuckled and held Mrs. Jiang's wrist with one hand, "It's okay, it's just a nightmare."

Mrs. Jiang showed a look of pity again. She hugged An Ran into her arms and patted her gently, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

After hugging each other for a while, An Ran ate silently under Mrs. Jiang's loving eyes. Because of the nightmare words she just said and the green spots in her eyes, she knew she had to eat more to reassure Mrs. Jiang.

Halfway through a shortbread, she heard Mrs. Jiang ask gently, "My dear, did you hire Dr. An for the ugly slave?"

An Ran had known for a long time that Mrs. Jiang would ask this question. A little girl who was only gentle to her parents, but was unpretentious to others, would unexpectedly hire a doctor for a servant who had just entered the house, and the one she hired was a specialized doctor.

It would be strange if Mrs. Jiang didn't care about the doctors who treated the masters.

She finished the shortbread without haste, "Well, Luyuan said he has a fever."

It was a simple sentence and the tone was light.

Could Mrs. Jiang not know that she called a doctor for Chou Slave because he had a fever? But An Ran's nonsense words, which seemed to be an explanation but were not, exactly expressed her attitude.

She was protecting Chou Slave, protecting him very firmly.

Mrs. Jiang showed a warm smile, and her tone was normal, as if she was talking about everyday things, "Wu Xian's temperament kicked a lot of people, but those who were kicked were always pitiful, especially the child who had just turned ten."

Years old. I originally wanted to ask Xiaosi to ask a doctor to take a good look at it, but I thought you did it first."

She filled a bowl of hot soy milk and placed it next to An Ran, and praised with satisfaction, "My sweet baby is really a kind sweet baby."

An Ran took the soy milk and drank it silently without making any sound.

She guessed that Mrs. Jiang had something to say next.

Sure enough, Mrs. Jiang touched her head and said casually: "Our Jiang family has always been a kind family, but this child had such an incident when he first entered the house. I thought I must explain it to his family, or maybe

It's okay to send some money to show your appreciation."

"Guess what, dear baby?" Mrs. Jiang seemed a little surprised, "Xiao Si went out early this morning. When he came back, he told me that he couldn't find Chou Slave's family. This Guyu County asked about someone.

Again, no one knows whose child the ugly slave is."

How could Jiang Xiaosi check all over Guyu County in the morning? He must have started checking yesterday, and only really checked it out this morning to tell Mrs. Jiang the results.

An Ran had already drank half of the soy milk in her bowl. She was tired of drinking it and went to grab the fried dough sticks that Mrs. Jiang had in hand.

Mrs. Jiang immediately brought over the plate with the fried dough sticks. Her movements were considerate, but her mouth didn't stop. "It stands to reason that whenever you meet him, you have to leave an impression, right?"

An Ran held the fried dough sticks between her chopsticks and looked past the fried dough sticks at Mrs. Jiang, "What do you mean, mother?"

Mrs. Jiang was choked by An Ran's direct gaze. The look in her dear baby's eyes was quite strange today, but for safety reasons, she still said slowly: "My dear, you also understand that our Jiang family

I won’t embarrass anyone, but I won’t take in a child of unknown origin for no reason.”

"Since this child

If we don’t know the details, we’ll just..."

"I'll ask."

The rest of Mrs. Jiang's words were stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

She froze completely, as if she couldn't believe it.

"My dear, what did you just say?" Mrs. Jiang's face showed a slight confusion.

An Ran had finished his breakfast. The moment he put down his chopsticks, a handkerchief was handed over his shoulder.

She turned her head in surprise and found He Yiyi standing behind her at some point, with the handkerchief on that little hand.

He Yiyi looked nervous, and the hand holding the handkerchief trembled slightly.

An Ran took it calmly and pursed her lips.

I wanted to just keep the handkerchief, but when I finished wiping my mouth, I saw that little hand reappearing in my sight.

She was stunned for a moment and put the veil back on He Yiyi's open palm.

The small hand was like a trap, quickly catching the prey's handkerchief and retracting it.

An Ran still remembers Mrs. Jiang standing aside in a daze. She looked at Mrs. Jiang's puzzled eyes and said, "I will ask him."

She emphasized her tone and said word for word, "I will let him explain his origin clearly with his own mouth."

This is actually wrong. Wen Feiran should have been asked to personally fabricate a credible life story for him to stay in Jiang Mansion.

As an imperial businessman, the Jiang family has a big reputation and attracts attention. There are only too many people who can cause trouble. The Jiang family must protect themselves well. You can tell by Mrs. Jiang's cautious attitude.

I'm afraid Jiang Mansion is the safest place in the entire Guyu County, not even as good as the government office.

Wen Feiran's idea from the beginning was to hide in Jiang Mansion to avoid being pursued, and he would definitely find a way to stay.

Mrs. Jiang was shocked by An Ran's protective words. She asked unconsciously, "My dear, why are you?"

An Ran raised the corner of his mouth and gave a smile that was as childish as a child but also had a hint of carelessness like teasing a kitten, "Mom, didn't I tell you, he is quite interesting."

She stood up and said, "I've finished my breakfast, now I'm going to find out the details about the ugly slave."

"Hey, dear!" Mrs. Jiang was shocked and called An Ran several times as she walked away, but she didn't let An Ran stop for a moment.

Mrs. Jiang felt panicked, and her vision suddenly dimmed for a moment. She hurriedly closed her eyes, leaning on the table with one hand and supporting her chin.

Behind her, Chunyu walked up considerately and rubbed Mrs. Jiang's temples, "Madam, please have some more breakfast. You were just patronizing the lady, and you didn't even take a few bites yourself."

Mrs. Jiang shook her hand tiredly and sighed, "Tell me, why is my dear boy so persistent with that little boy this time?"

What she didn't say was that the last time she was so persistent was when she was facing He Yiyi, who was only one year old.

Chunyu rubbed it and said, "Madam, maybe this is a good thing. You also know that the young lady has always been introverted and never took the initiative to say what was on her mind. Ever since Madam He's incident, her languor has become even worse.

It’s obvious.”

"Now it's easy to find another person who really arouses her interest. I thought it wouldn't hurt to leave him as a ten-year-old child for the time being."

There was a sad look on Mrs. Jiang's eyebrows, "It's my fault for Guabao's temper. If I could have decisively taken away Mrs. He, Guabao wouldn't have been so frightened."

Chunyu followed Mrs. Jiang's words and said, "The young lady is kind-hearted. Even if she keeps the second young lady, she will be blessed."

Mrs. Jiang opened her eyes and looked in the direction of An Ran, who had already left. There was worry in her eyes, "I hope so."

An Ran walked halfway here and found He Yiyi behind him still following step by step, so he suddenly turned around.

He Yiyi followed carefully and carefully. She didn't expect An Ran to stop suddenly and wanted to stop, but it was already too late. Her upper body rushed out, and she watched in panic as An Ran's face got closer and closer.

He Yiyi closed his eyes in vain.

Just when she fell into a state of panic and helplessness due to the momentum brought by the inertia of her body and the embarrassment and pain in her heart that was about to come.

While feeling the pain, He Yiyi's head rested on something soft.

The next second, her body leaned against a touch of warmth.

It was as if she was in a storm. When she was about to be blown away by the wind in panic, she was suddenly placed in a sturdy small house. Then all the wind, frost, rain and snow outside had nothing to do with her, and now only the complete feeling was left.

stable.

He Yiyi opened his eyes in confusion and surprise. Who put her in this safe little house?

She moved her head, and then heard someone's hissing sound.

This sound woke He Yiyi up. She hurriedly lowered her head and carefully stepped away before she dared to raise her eyes to look at the person who caught her.

The thirteen-year-old girl is a head taller than her, and her waist is as graceful as a willow. Standing there slim and graceful, she is a pretty sight.

Looking carefully, the girl's face was not very good. Her fingertips were gently tugging on her lips, but she didn't dare to touch them because blood beads were clearly appearing on her lips.

The blood beads dyed the girl's fingertips red, and also made her lips moister. He Yiyi frowned impatiently when he saw her, lowered his eyelids and looked at her fingertips, and stretched out a small

His tongue quickly licked the lips.

There was something seductive about this movement, and for a moment, she seemed to have become much more mature for no apparent reason.

He Yiyi was stunned and swallowed involuntarily, his face felt a little hot.

An Ran licked it subconsciously, and a smell of blood and rust came into his mouth, and the smell continued to become stronger.

How could she have imagined that He Yiyi could stay to such an extent, following her like a little tail, and she didn't know how to restrain her energy? This was not to catch He Yiyi and break her lips.

.

She lowered her head and rubbed her bloody fingertips while asking He Yiyi, "Is the handkerchief you wiped my mouth just now still there?"

After waiting for a short while, no one responded. An Ran raised her head strangely and saw He Yi staring at her with a red face, as if he was drunk.

"Miss." He Yi kept looking at her blankly, "You are so beautiful."

An Ran looked at He Yiyi at this time and shook his head with emotion.

Now it's better, the little rabbit has become a silly goose.

"He Yiyi." Her tone was calm, even a bit serious, "How old are you?"

He Yi blinked his eyes and answered obediently, "Eight years old."

An Ran said "heh", "You're only eight years old, do you have the nerve to be crazy?"

"I just think you're good-looking." He Yiyi blushed all of a sudden, unwilling to be at a disadvantage at this time, and muttered: "Besides, men and women are not seated at the same table at the age of seven."

Yoho, has the little sister learned to talk back?

An Ran moved his eyes up and down, looked at He Yi one by one, and said "heh" again, "Are you talking back to me?"

The heat on He Yiyi's face subsided, and her excited/beating heart gradually calmed down. She realized what tone she was talking to An Ran in, and she bent her legs and knelt down again, "I

wrong."

Before she could finish the word "Le", her body was held up by An Ran, so the last word of the apology was stuck in her chest, unable to come out, causing the sentence to lose a perfect part.

The end.

An Ran's face was as dark as the dirt, and his tone was irritable, "Are you done yet?"

"It's so annoying."

"From now on, you are not allowed to kneel down easily, and you are not allowed to say 'I was wrong' easily."

She straightened He Yi one by one and said, "Don't deal with me like this."