Pretty Her

The speeches of the night were brightly lit and the chickens jumped.

Yan Ying was **** and thrown into the water, just sinking and pulled up again and again, an hour later, Mrs. Yan cried next to the sky, trying to save Yan Ying, but no one obeyed her orders.

How can the homeowner stand up to do his thing?

When Yan Ying was taken out of the lake, she was already unconscious, soaking all over her body was swollen and whitish, and Madam Yan almost cried to death. She just carried Yan Ying back to the room, and sent another person there Word: "When the six girls wake up tomorrow, immediately go to the ancestral hall and think about it, kneeling for six hours a day, no one is allowed to disturb."

Mrs. Yan fell down on Yan Ying and cried, "He wants my Ajia Aying's life! I'm still alive and not dead. He tried to practice my baby-like daughter for a four girls ..."

Before she finished speaking, Auntie coughed a few times to remind.

Mrs. Yan cried sadly, but had to stop crying. She is not the mother of words, and she has no feelings for words, and she is the highest in the country, except in holy.

In his mansion, he can do whatever he wants, without having to worry about home ethics.

After Yan Ying was severely punished, several other girls in the house made themselves at risk. They have bullied Yan Wan in the past, but they are not as excessive as Yan Ying. Now they are protected by the words, and they are afraid in the heart, for fear that they will be brought to the lake by the words.

The small courtyard has never been as lively as it is today. In the city of Mentingruo, except for Mrs. Yan's room, no one came.

Several girls were preparing to go to the house to see a doctor. They just came up to the small building and saw a chair lift in the distance.

The girls were afraid and afraid, respectfully: "brother."

The face of the speech was cold, and there was not even a look in his eyes, but when he passed by them, he left coldly: "Go back, noisy, too noisy."

The girls clenched their lips, and Wenuo Nuo said, "Yes."

The words entered the room, just as Luyu came out of the back room, met him, and quickly laughed: "Coincidentally, the four girls just came to read Grandpa, and Grandpa came."

It was said that she was in a wheelchair, and she had just taken a few steps. There was movement after the screen. She stood up and called him, "Brother, are you?"

Words bypass the screen, "It's me."

She only woke up yesterday, and fell into a coma for three days. After waking up, she fell into a drowsiness. She had just woke up and he hurriedly came to see her. She pulled her eyelids and stretched out her hand, her voice was weak: "I must be dreaming Otherwise, why would I see my brother come to my house? "

Before he could respond to her, she fell asleep again.

How weak she is, he now understands it. A petite and thin person, who could not even breathe. He was standing in front of her bed. Although she knew that she had no worries about her life, she couldn't help worrying. For fear of his inattentiveness, she would give up.

Pushing the wheelchair slowly, the words went slowly towards the bed. The girl sat up halfway, wearing a pink singlet and pink and delicate colors, which made her face whiter.

She struggled to get out of bed, holding her in the words, "What to do down."

She looked at him timidly.

No one had told her what had happened outside. She didn't know that he was in charge of her, that's fine, he didn't want her to make a fuss about it.

But what she said next made him unhappy.

The girl opened her thin lips and flatly handed him in front of him: "Does the brother want to drink medicine? I don't have a knife here, does the brother have it?"

The brow of speech closed.

"I'm not here to get blood."

The girl slowly retracted her hand, "So ..."

His eyes were so deep that he stared at her tightly: "I came to see you on purpose."

There was a gleam of glory in the girl's eyes, and it took only a few seconds to annihilate. She lowered her head and carefully asked, "Brother must think that I am dead this time. If I die, will the brother be sad for me?"

Before he could answer, she said sloppily: "Maybe I'm sad because I can't take the antidote anymore? In any case, it's good both horizontally and vertically."

He couldn't help getting closer, reaching out and hanging in the air, and eventually fell on her forehead, stroking gently, "Awan, don't think about it, you won't die."

Because of his slight movements, she raised her face, a bright smile on her face, and stared eagerly at him: "Brother is so gentle, I really want my brother to always be so gentle with Awan."

The figure's figure paused, looking away, and didn't respond.

He didn't want to fool her with good words.

He wasn't sure of some things by himself and couldn't give it to her easily.

He was near, and she naturally leaned forward, like a trembling bunny, against his shoulder. At first, he touched the corner of his forehead, and when he saw that he did not resist, he leaned his entire head on him.

She was in a good mood. She had a spirit after her serious illness, and she jumped out of her voice, asking him, "Brother, if you come to see me, can I go to your house again?"

He didn't hesitate: "I didn't tell you not to come."

She smiled happily, suddenly as if remembering something old, her tone lowered, and she muttered to herself: "I know my brother treats me well because of my blood. But I don't care."

She paused, her voice soft and soft: "I'm not afraid of my brother's jokes, for the first time in my life I feel a bit useful. The feeling of being remembered is really good."

Extremely sad words, jumping out of her mouth, it was like a grandiose ambition, proud and proud.

She didn't want much, she just wanted a sustenance on him. After waiting for sixteen years for the affection to come, I caught it and didn't want to let go.

The heart of speech is uncomfortable.

He had seen people who were 10,000 times more pitiful than her, and in front of those people, he didn't move at all. She spoke lightly, but instantly broke his iron heart.

Be on your mind.

In this life, everything can never be expected. Who else can she rely on in this big house besides him?

She was crying and fragile, and he should have looked at her under his eyelids. Not to mention, she's still his sugar.

All the sweetness he could taste was tied to her. There was a constant relationship, so why not avoid anything. God sent her to him, wasn't it just for him to hold her firmly? What if she had an accident, where would he go to find a soft and delicious antidote like her?

He thought of her in his heart, righteousness and righteousness, even though he had never pretended to be in him, even if he was pretending to be her, he would get used to it after a while.

Yan Yu looked at her and said, "It was my brother's fault that day. It shouldn't be cold to you. Awan will stay by the brother's side and come whenever he wants to come to the brother's house."

She had red eyes and a red nose, and whispered, "Will there be a rosewood box?"

He smiled and shaved her tiny nose: "Yes, how much, how much."

The girl's soft sakura lips bloomed with flowers: "Awan must be healed soon. I can't wait to give my brother an antidote."

She was in return for what she thought was right.

Those who have been oppressed since childhood have suddenly been favored by others, and have been trembling in connection with the subject. They dare not rest in peace, and just want to return grace as soon as possible.

Yan Yu looked down at her, "Brother is not in a hurry, Awan will take good care of herself."

He sent someone to take care of her, and half a month later, she finally got better.

She recovered, but Yan Ying was still kneeling in the temple.

Mrs. Yan couldn't help but ran to the study room that day, hoping to open the net of words to spare Yan Ying.

Just happened to be gentle.

Sitting in the middle of the room, Yan Wan looked like a mistress, and ordered the people in the House of Speech to give Mrs. Yan tea.

Up and down the house, there are no people she can't move now.

After falling into the water, everyone in the language knows that the person who the word holds on his apex is the Four Girls.

Mrs. Yan looked in surprise at Yan Wan's familiarity, and all the minions were obedient to Wan Wan. She was even more respectful than her wife.

After Yan Wan had finished the matter, she personally took the tea to Mrs. Yan, and Mrs. Yan did not care about the other. She grabbed the sleeves of Yan Wan and said, "Awan, you are the most clever, so go and ask your brother As a matter of fact, he said that Aying did not intentionally push you, so that he would not punish Aying any more. "

The girl pursed her lips and answered the question: "Xiao Liu's bones are really strong, and she tossed in the lake for an hour, but she didn't freeze to death."

Mrs. Yan's face changed and her voice was angry: "What do you mean!"

The girl approached with a smile, using a voice that only two people could hear, said softly: "Ma'am, have you heard of the four words cocoon self-binding? Don't hide that, that day, Little Six did not push me, she was I bullied me, and I was accustomed to bullying. I was afraid she even suspected that. That day, I fell into the lake because of her. "

Mrs. Yan's eyes widened, and she couldn't breathe in one place. If she caught her arm, she would hit her: "Wow, you have a fox tail!"

The words fell, and a figure appeared at the door.

Yan Yu asked coldly, "Ma'am, what are you doing?"

Yan Wan immediately escaped from Mrs. Yan, and pitifully hid behind Yan Yu, her figure was weak: "Brother, my mother said that if I didn't plead for Xiaoli, she would take off my dowry."

dowry.

Something important flashed through the head of speech, and his eyes fluttered in shock.

The author has something to say: The assistant of Ri Li Wan Ji's sugar addiction: oh, shit, I remembered that my lovely and sweet sister is a close friend.

Shocked. As if to see countless bitter medicine pouring in.