Rebirth of a Rich Family: The Actor's Little Wife

Chapter 68 Take Me Home, OK?
Yan Mingshuo was sitting in the huge office. The office was simple and elegant in American style, and the color tone was also his favorite cool gray tone.The sides of the tables and chairs are floor-to-ceiling glass, and outside the glass is a small balcony for drinking coffee.

Secretary Yi Zijian knocked on the door and came in. Yan Mingshuo left his desk and sat outside with a cup of coffee. Yi Zijian gave him the things and stood aside.Yan Mingshuo took a sip, took out a silk scarf from his trouser bag and wiped his mouth habitually, then opened the things and took out a stack of photos, flipped through the photos one by one, and finally pinched his eye acupoint to refresh himself before returning to his desk superior.

There was a cherry blossom hairpin in the small box in front of the table. Yan Xinran held it and stared at it for a long time, recalling the shrimp shells at the door, the matter of the advanced training class, and the story of Shi Fuyuan, and always felt that something was wrong...

The vibrating voice interrupted his thoughts, Yan Mingshuo answered the phone, but it was a woman's voice on the other end.

"Mingshuo, why did you drive Xinran out? Where is she now? I want to see Xinran..."

"See what! See what you gave birth to!" Yan Mingshuo was upset, and even more upset when he heard the woman's voice, so he simply hung up the phone and kept his ears clean.The last matter hadn't been cleared up yet, and now it caused him trouble again, Yan Mingshuo puffed up his cheeks angrily, suppressed the anger in his heart, grabbed his coat and went downstairs.

Yan Xinran lived in a relatively remote apartment after being kicked out of Xia's house. The bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen in the apartment were not as good as the servant's room in Xia's house. The bed was very hard, and the floor was made of cement. To cut off the power, occasionally the sound of mice squeaking can be heard.

On the first day she moved here, she couldn't bear this kind of life. Not only did she have to walk to school, she had to wash her own clothes, she had to cook her own meals, and she didn't even have pocket money...

She smelled the sour smell on her body, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she was, and in a rage, she pushed off all the cosmetics on the broken desk!Bottles and cans fell to the ground, and some things were even overturned and broken.She cried and watched everything in front of her eyes until she heard a knock on the door.

Yan Xinran guessed that her father must have come to pick her up. She opened the door crying, and saw Yan Mingshuo carrying a box of food for her, sobbing: "Uncle... I don't want to stay here, take me home, okay?"

Yan Mingshuo casually glanced at the room, handed her the things and walked in.The feet were in a mess, he stopped at the door, saw her eyes were red, and there were a few pimples on her face, he couldn't help but feel distressed: "Stay here first, and I will take you back later."

Yan Xinran shook her head, with tears shining and pitiful: "Uncle, I don't want to live here. The beds here are small and hard, and there are mosquitos and mice at night. I can't eat well and sleep well. I want to sleep in a soft bed, and I want Bai Ma Cooking... Uncle, uncle, take me home, okay?"

Yan Mingshuo was already in a bad mood. Hearing her cry, he became more upset and annoyed. He slapped her directly on the face: "You still have the nerve to cry! If you didn't do those stupid things, would you be here now!"

Yan Xinran covered her face and took a deep breath to stop the crying, holding back all the grievances and resentments in her stomach.She looked at her father and explained: "Father, I was wrong about Ma Yuan, but it's really not me who caused my sister to be poisoned..."

"Slap!" Another slap landed on her face, and then her neck was severely strangled.Yan Mingshuo snapped: "Are you trying to let others hear it! I told you a long time ago not to call me daddy, and just ignore my words!"

Yan Xinran was trembling with fear, his eyes were flustered and frightened, and he stretched out his hand with difficulty breathing to push his father's hand away, but because of fear, he stopped in the air again, not daring to struggle.Tears rolled down her cheeks, she looked at her father's sinister face humbly, and made a mosquito-like voice with difficulty: "Uncle...Uncle, I was wrong. From now on...never...no, dare not."

(End of this chapter)