Mrs. Ruanmeng is a little ancestor

Chapter 291 Don't be noisy
An Qianyin stared straight at the young man's hand grabbing her, which made her cry loudly in fright.

After finally getting the hat in his hand, it suddenly fell to the ground.

"Don't make noise!" The young man's cold eyes fell on An Qianyin's small figure without restraint.

When An Qianyin heard this impolite shout, her body trembled even more. In the eyes of others, it was as if she was being bullied by the boy in front of her.

An Qianyin kept crying non-stop, and Nangong Chenxi heard her crying non-stop, and her already depressed mood became even worse at this moment.

The temples are swollen and painful, and it seems like something is knocking in the brain. Apart from irritability, the brain is full of pain.

The little girl hadn't stopped yet, Nangong Chenxi wanted to go up and cover her mouth.

He thought so and did so impulsively.

He kept touching her smooth and tender face with his palms, and wet tears flowed out through the gaps between his fingertips, only then did he realize that he really did this.

Suddenly a little annoyed, but actually reluctant to leave.

The soft baby fat on An Qianyin's face was wrapped in his hand, it felt so good in the hand that he couldn't help but want to pinch it.

With such a simple thought, when I looked up, I found that my hand had pinched the little girl's face several times.

Seemingly paying attention to the fact that hitting the boy was not malicious, An Qianyin slowly opened her frightened eyes, tears blurred her vision.

She blinked at him, but the young man in front of her had already withdrawn her hand and was lowering her head not knowing what she was thinking.

Only then did An Qianyin see the boy's face clearly.

I was shocked at a glance.

Although the clothes are dirty, but the face is very clean, the handsome face is desolately white, obviously thin and bony, but has a strange beauty.

At such an old age, An Qianyin doesn't know how to appreciate beauty. She only knows that he is very good-looking, and she is the most beautiful one she has ever seen in her 13 years of life.

With a lack of vocabulary, An Qianyin couldn't say anything, she just said, "Brother, you...you look so good..."

"Looking good?" Nangong Chenxi said the word once, and she didn't know what she thought of, she laughed mockingly, and a quasi-momentary grief flashed in her eyes.

"nice……"

He murmured, "If it wasn't so good-looking, there wouldn't be me, and there wouldn't be things like this... How wonderful it would be."

The young man's smile was bleak, An Qianyin couldn't understand it, but just set his eyes on him.

The dirty sleeves were raised by the corners of the fake stone, revealing a shocking bruise.

One short and one long, one thick and one thin, one deep and one shallow.

It was clearly engraved in An Qianyin's eyes.

She only had such serious marks when she fell heavily. Because of the pain, tears flowed from the painful tears, so she remembered this feeling.

"Big brother, what's wrong with your hand, doesn't it hurt..." An Qianyin bit her little finger and touched it, but she was afraid of hurting him, so she floated in the air and pointed in that direction.

She remembers that feeling, and remembers that it hurts when her mother touches it lightly.

And she only has one, but with so many marks on his body, she can feel the real pain just thinking about it.

Hearing this, Nangong Chenxi noticed that An Qianyin's gaze was on her body, and it was on the arm full of scars.

He hurriedly pulled down his sleeves, but because of too much force, he touched the wound.

When the pain reached his brain, he just let out a numb grunt.

No frown was lowered.

(End of this chapter)