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An Qingyan slept with red marks on his fair face, he touched the back of his neck a little embarrassedly, "It's probably cold already."

As he said that, he picked up the plates covering the two bowls. The two bowls were full of small wontons in clear soup, and also added seaweed and chopped green onion, which looked very appetizing.

It's just cold.

Looking at the two bowls of wontons on the table, Song Shuman felt both guilty and relieved. Tears flashed in her eyes, and she opened her arms to give her younger son a hug, "It's alright, there's still food to eat, just because my mother is hungry."

"Thank you, baby."

An Qingyan was a little confused. It was just a bowl of wontons. How could his mother be so moved? He smiled and said, "It's okay, then I'll go to the kitchen to warm up the wontons, and it will be fine soon."

"Brother help you."

"OK."

An Jing helped his younger brother to bring the wontons into the kitchen. He was beside him now, watching the skilled movements of the young man, with mixed feelings in his heart, "Yan Yan, did you always do housework, cook, etc.?"

"Yeah." The young man's profile became softer under the light. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he said lightly, "When I was young, my adoptive mother went to work to earn money, and the adoptive father didn't care about us. I had to take care of my younger brother at home. There is no one to help, so these life skills have to be learned.”

When he was six or seven years old, he was very proficient in household chores such as washing and cooking. Lin Jianxiang completely let it go, and Zhou Yuelan didn't really care about him. If he didn't learn to cook, he would only be hungry at home.

When he grows up, all the housework will fall on him.

The children of poor families are in charge early.

He didn't want to say anything else, he smiled and said, "However, I will only cook some home-cooked dishes."

An Jing looked at the smile on his brother's face. He didn't have any complaints about the past. He smiled very pure. He was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Yan Yan, I'm sorry."

The soup in the pot had already boiled and was steaming hot, An Qingyan closed the lid, turned to look at An Jing behind him, her delicate brows were slightly wrinkled, "Brother, don't say sorry to me again. "

"You didn't feel sorry for me."

The young man's expression was extraordinarily serious, An Jing was silent for two seconds, then smiled gently, raised his hand and rubbed his head, and said softly, "Okay, let's not talk."

"Well, the wontons are ready."

An Qingyan turned off the fire, put the wontons in the pot into the bowl again, suddenly remembered something, and asked casually, "By the way, what happened to you on the road?"

An Jing: "It's nothing. I took a gift for you at the auction, but I found out that it was there on the way, and I went back to pick it up, so I wasted time."

An Qingyan didn't really believe this reason. He always felt that something was wrong with his mother and eldest brother tonight, but he didn't get to the bottom of it and just asked what gift An Jing bought him.

An Jing said that he would find out later.

An Qingyan's cooking skills were indeed average, but Song Shuman and An Jing only felt that the ordinary bowl of wontons in front of them looked like something from the mountains and seas, and in the end there was no soup left.

After eating the wontons, An Jing took out the gift. It was the famous watch that he had just fancy at the auction. It was later bought by a certain local rich man. Bought in hand.

It looks really good on his brother's hand, and the millions are worth it.

It must be very expensive to buy from the auction. An Qingyan looked at the watch with fine workmanship and beautiful appearance on his wrist, but he still did not say the rejection. This was the intention of the elder brother.

He has to accept that he is now a wealthy and noble son.

The rich and noble...sounds good.

"Thank you bro, I like it very much."

"By the way, brother, an actor in our crew was injured, have you heard?"

An Jing: "Really?"

An Qingyan: "Well, the actor who played the young master of the wolf clan had a car accident today and his arm was shattered. It will take three or four months to recover at the fastest."

"That's a pity, then he has to leave the crew."

An Qingyan nodded, "I just recommended Yu Qi to the director to audition for this role."

"Lu Yuqi?" An Jing raised his eyebrows in surprise. Hearing the name Lu Yuqi, he couldn't help but think of what he had just learned from Lu's mother, "He can still act?"

An Qingyan said that the other party was a student of Nancheng Film Academy.

An Jing thought to himself, isn't that his little brother? Although he was one, two, three... Forget it, I don't know how many times, he smiled and cursed in his heart.

After thinking about it, he pretended to casually ask An Qingyan if he had any idols he admired.

When it comes to idols, An Qingyan really doesn't have one.

"Really, I thought you all had idols when you were young." An Jing leaned against the sofa with a natural expression, and then said logically, "What about Lu Yuqi, does he have idols?"

An Qingyan didn't think about it that much. After thinking for two seconds, he denied it, "Idol? It doesn't seem like it. He never told me."

"Well... The idol of the king should be himself."

An Jing chuckled lightly and agreed, "It makes sense."

"Brother, why do you suddenly ask this?"

"Well...just ask."

It was very late, the brothers chatted a few more words and then said good night to each other and went back to the room to rest.

Hospital.

An Nanyi was doomed to not have a good rest tonight. He was sitting on the hospital bed thinking about what happened just now. He did have a fever, but he was pretending to faint.

He also deliberately wore only a long-sleeved T-shirt in the big winter. Whether he was sick or fainted, he had only one purpose, and that was to gain the sympathy of the An family, especially Song Shuman.

Song Shuman is a person who is easy to relent.

She was really soft-hearted just now. Even when he pretended to faint, she rushed herself to the hospital. Mom must still have feelings for him.

Just An Jing...

Thinking of the heartless words that An Jing said to him, An Nan Xie frowned irritably, and did not know what ecstasy soup Sylvia Lin gave An Jing. If it was before, how could eldest brother treat him like that.

An Nanyi had no idea whether he could return to Anjia again.

It was such a restless night.

The next morning, An Nanyi, who hadn't slept much all night, was lying on the bed in a daze. After seeing the person who opened the door and came in, he immediately sat up excitedly.

"Brother, you're here." His voice sounded weak, and he looked even more haggard after not sleeping all night. After speaking, he coughed twice, looking at An Jing who was walking inside with anticipation.

Has your brother changed his mind? !

An Jing had no expression on his face. He stood beside the bed, looked down at his former "brother", and said in a calm tone, "I know you were pretending to be dizzy last night."

An Nanyi's body stiffened for a moment, and then denied it, "I don't, I really don't..." He looked at An Jing with a puzzled and aggrieved face, and his words were full of disappointment, "Brother, why don't you believe me? ?"

An Jing pulled the chair next to him and sat down, his cold and stern eyes were like reality, as if he had penetrated the flesh and looked into the other person's heart, "Do you think your acting skills can deceive me?"

Annan was silent for a moment.

"Then why did you send me to the hospital?" He grabbed An Jing's arm and said excitedly, "You still have feelings for me, right? Am I not your most beloved brother? Why do you treat me like this, Why...how can you be so cruel!"

The person in front of him seemed to be stunned. No matter what he said, it was useless. He kept saying that he had done something wrong. In the end, he still didn't really regret it, and he didn't really realize his mistake.

An Jing felt very powerless, and he didn't want to say anything more.

He pushed An Nanyi's hand away, took out a bank card from his pocket, and put it on the bedside table next to him, "There is one million in this card, enough for ordinary people to spend many years. , I hope you can leave Nancheng."

An Nanyi: "Brother, I don't want money. I just want to be with you. You are my family. Where do you want me to go... Where can I go?"

"You can go anywhere, you agreed, the money is yours." An Jing did not show any emotion, and it was impossible for him to return to the An family, and no one would agree.

This million has already been considered as righteousness.

An Nanyi still didn't believe it, "Where's my mother? She still cares about me. She definitely won't let me go. I want to see me!"

"You're wrong, she doesn't want to see you."

Song Shuman originally wanted to come along with her, but she was afraid that she would be soft-hearted.

An Jing: "Do you want this money or not?"

He looked at An Nanyi quietly, waiting for the other party's answer.

An Nanyi clenched his fists. He lowered his head silently, clenched his teeth, and seemed to recognize the reality. In the end, he spit out a word: "Yes." After a while, he added: "Don't worry, I will leave Nancheng."

"I hope you can do what you say, and you will have nothing to do with An Jia in the future... so you can do it yourself."

After speaking, An Jing turned and left. When he stepped out of the ward, his tense expression eased, and he sighed inaudibly, but his deep eyes were firm.

That's it, it's good for them all.

Hope there won't be any more bullshit.

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"Master Gu, An Nanyi stopped An's car at the gate of the villa area late last night. Mrs. An and Young Master An got out of the car and met him. They didn't know what to say. Later, An Nanyi fainted and was sent away by them. went to the hospital."

Gu Fei listened to the other party's words with no expression, his quiet eyes became a little cold without noticing, he asked calmly, and then what?

"Ten minutes ago, Master An went to the hospital to visit An Nanyi again. He didn't stay long and left. It's not clear what he did. I didn't follow him to the ward for fear of being discovered."

"Well, continue to follow An Nanyi."

"Yes."

Hanging up the phone, Gu Fei frowned in displeasure.

Bittersweet?

Still haven't made a clean break with Annan?