After dressing as a female supporting role, I was forced to pamper the little villain

An Yuannian looked up at Sheng Yuming, who was 1.8 meters four, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Sheng Yuming glanced at An Yuannian amusedly, and said lightly, "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for picking up my brother."

Sheng Yuming pretended to be puzzled and said, "How do you know that I picked him up?"

An Yuannian looked down at the dust on his dirty milk knees and on his cheeks, and said firmly: "He fell and ate his own shit, he couldn't stand up and survived like a moth on the ground Pounce a few times."

Sheng Yuming laughed instantly: "Ha...you know your brother very well!"

"He was brought up by me alone."

Sheng Yuming stared at the unhappy little milk with his mouth flattened, and said amusedly, "So that's how it is."

An Yuannian followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at his own little milk: "Sheng Yuming, let's get to know each other! My name is An Yuannian."

Sheng Yuming was caught off guard by An Yuan's name, looked up at her and asked, "Do you know me?"

An Yuannian shrugged pretending not to care: "Sheng Yuming from Mingcheng High School, I've heard of you."

Sheng Yuming looked at An Yuannian amusedly, took out a lighter from his pocket and played with it in his hand: "Really? Then why did you let people from your school beat our team today, no, it should be me."

An Yuannian's gaze was attracted by his movement of playing with the silver lighter, and he turned his gaze away when he heard his words: "You can't say that, I just let the people in our school go all out, this is the best way for you The greatest respect for the opponent."

After a few words, An Yuannian beat him back. Sheng Yuming narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Oh~ Then I still need to thank you?"

An Yuannian didn't hear the displeasure in his tone at all, and said with a faint smile on his face, "No, this competition will also allow you to recognize your abilities."

As soon as these words came out, the emotion in Sheng Yuming's eyes turned cold, which was tantamount to stepping on his pain point.

He thought it was difficult for him to meet opponents in basketball, but he lost to those nerds today.

An Yuannian didn't care whether he would get angry or not, she just wanted to frustrate the kid's spirit, it's good to have self-confidence but it's not good to have too much self-confidence.

In the book, he did not dispute the family property at the end, and all the property fell into the hands of his younger brother. He was kicked out of the house and his stepmother trampled on his self-esteem at will.

It wasn't until later that he learned that his mother's death wasn't an episode of depression at all, but a deliberate murder.

He knew the truth, but he didn't have the ability and means to avenge his mother. Later, he drove a car to knock his stepmother out of the car, and got out of the car with a knife regardless of the blood on his forehead. He dragged him down and killed his stepmother.

He also committed suicide.

His life was not good. His mother died when he was nine years old. Before the funeral was held, Xiao San brought a boy who was the same age as him into the room.

He started to look like he didn't like it either, started smoking, drinking, fighting, swearing, rebellious...

An Yuannian didn't want to deal with this child patiently, nor did he want to be the savior, so he said casually, "Let's go, let me tell you something."

At first, she preconceived that he was the kind of spirited guy, until she saw the cigarette butt being held in his hand, she knew that this kid still had qualities.

The cigarette was obviously not smoked much, presumably it was just lit and then the little milk passed by, and he extinguished the cigarette when he found a child there.

What a talented child.

Sheng Yuming subconsciously retorted: "No."

An Yuannian stopped turning around and looked at the boy looking sideways at the sunset back to his two-hundred-five look, and rolled his eyes fiercely where the little milk couldn't see: "It's about your mother."

After saying this, An Yuannian ignored him, and directly led the little milk to the bench just now.

Sheng Yuming turned his head the moment he heard his mother, looked at An Yuannian's back, and finally followed An Yuannian.

How could she know mother.

An Yuannian sat on the bench and pinched up the little milk, put it beside him, and said seriously: "Do it well, you can't kiss or hug."

Little Milk blinked her eyes and looked at An Yuannian pitifully, and said aggrievedly: "Jiejie...don't...milk."

An Yuannian shook his head helplessly, took out another piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Milk: "Wipe, sister will hug."

Little Milk happily took the paper and wiped his body carefully, while Sheng Yuming stood in front of them and watched their interaction.

"Sit down and talk!"

An Yuannian raised his chin to signal him to sit on the other side of Little Milk.

Sheng Yuming didn't refute and sat down obediently, waiting for An Yuannian to speak.

"Do you remember how your mother died?"

When Sheng Yuming heard these words, he fell into that terrible memory instantly, and his face turned pale visibly.

An Yuannian didn't urge him, if he didn't even dare to recall, what ability would he have to avenge his mother?

Is it a life for a life?That's so stupid.

Sheng Yuming was silent for a long time before whispering: "When I was nine years old, my mother had a depression attack and took a lot of sleeping pills and committed suicide."

"She didn't commit suicide." An Yuannian's words were like another heavy blow to Meng Xuanchen's fragile heart.

Sheng Yuming looked up at An Yuannian with reddened eyes, his voice trembling unnegligibly: "What... what?"

An Yuannian met his gaze and said seriously: "She didn't commit suicide, she was murdered by others."

Sheng Yuming stood up instantly and said hoarsely, "An Yuannian, what do you know?"

An Yuannian looked up into his eyes and said word by word: "Think about it carefully, her depression is not serious and her condition is gradually improving, but why did she commit suicide suddenly? And she still swallowed a lot of money. Sleeping pills."

An Yuannian's voice was very soft, but it sounded very heavy when it fell into his ears. All the unreasonable problems before An Yuannian's words fell on his heart were very clear at this moment.

He had doubts before, but he was dismissed by his mother's diagnosis report of depression, and everything became unreasonable after An Yuannian said it.

Sheng Yuming would not be so stupid as to believe everything An Yuannian said, but he would not disbelieve, "How do you know?"

An Yuannian took the paper that Little Milk wiped off the dust, hugged him in his arms, kissed his cheek and said, "You don't have to worry about how I know, but I can let you find some clues."

Sheng Yuming clenched his hands tightly into fists: "What clues?"

"Some of the servants who were replaced after your mother committed suicide have the truth in their mouths."

Sheng Yuming still wanted to get some clues from An Yuannian, but An Yuannian had already picked up the little milk and was about to go home.

"Is there any more?" The boy's eyes were full of eagerness and oppressive gloom.

"I'll tell you when you can find out what's left, but you have to know how to use your brain and not be impulsive and reckless."

An Yuannian glanced at his clenched hand indifferently, the child was still a little impulsive.