[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

While a multi-kin widow who lost her child sounds tempting, after a night of calming down and making Mia think about it, she's less eager for adoption.

The orphanage is also pretty good. She also spent more than ten years in the orphanage in her previous life. Surviving was her only hope at the beginning. She should not be too greedy.

Mia comforted herself like this, and continued to bite the bread stick.The first supervisor walked around, looked like he had drunk some wine, blushed and whistled away.

There was someone approaching from behind, and Mia couldn't notice that she was eating happily.

Hannibal glanced at her, and the second supervisor with a beard rubbed Mia's head behind her, and tidied her up carefully—at least on the surface, she looked quite docile.

He took out another small beige cloth hat from his pocket and tied it on for her. It looked newer than the previous one.He brushed her hair skillfully before turning and leaving.Without saying a word, Mia wiped her face and looked back, only seeing the generous back of the second supervisor.

Before Hannibal could make a move, the teenagers around stood up. The well-dressed headmaster at the entrance of the hall led the way with a slight bow. The lady walked in front of him, "Mrs. Osman, please come in. I have had breakfast prepared for you."

He turned his head, clapped his hands and tried to divert the teenagers' attention from Mrs. Osman, "Hey children, this is the honorable Mrs. Osman, please use standard etiquette to greet this lady, you must know that the Duke wants to see Mrs. Osman How difficult it is for Madam... this is your glory!"

The dean did hand in some basic etiquette yesterday. The teenagers tried their best to keep themselves calm and perfectly showed the results of their one-night practice. It doesn't look very eye-catching.

Mia is short and sits at the end. When she gets off the stool to salute, she can only see the top of her head.

Mrs. Ottoman has a pair of charming eyes, affectionate brows, and a decent smile on her mouth.She was standing at the door with a small bag in her hand, which was in the opposite direction from the position arranged by the dean. At this time, Mia's head wearing a beige cloth cap caught her attention.

"Look, there is another cutie who can't see the face." Mrs. Osman's voice was full of the seductive fragrance of rosemary. With the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor, Mia climbed up high without knowing it. The footstool is ready to continue to fill his stomach. You must know that if the milk is cold, it will not taste good, and there will be an indescribable smell.

Before she could climb up, the strong smell of perfume suddenly came from behind her, and when she turned her head, she was already embraced by Mrs. Osman.

"What a lovely child." Mrs. Osman sighed, rubbing her nose against her cheek with maternal love in her eyebrows and eyes, and Mia was hugged and kneaded for a while without daring to move.

The dean didn't know when he walked to the side, clasped his hands and praised, "Mia is a good girl, Teacher Lu Sen likes her very much, and Doctor Evan will give her candies..."

The dean, who is observant, wishes to put all the advantages on Mia. Of course, there will always be a few people in the hall who will destroy the atmosphere, such as Fedor who was left out in the corner.

Anger and jealousy fueled his guts, Fedor loudly accused, but held a little bit of sense, "Madame Osman, please stay away from her, she is doomed to go to hell with lung disease!"

There was silence in the hall, the dean who was interrupted immediately changed his face, his beard trembled, "Nothing!" He turned his face and looked the same again, "Mrs. Osman, don't listen to his nonsense, Mia is just the front Time to have some colds, all cured now...you know I won't bring back a child with an infectious disease, I swear to God!"

Mia was put back on the seat, Mrs. Osman's eyes were red, and her voice was mournful, "So what, my child, my Os... died of lung disease, my poor Osman went with his father Heaven." She took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears, and raised her voice angrily, "Who is that rude child just now, Dean, I have to say, he doesn't deserve to receive free housing and food, he is simply too uneducated .”

Fedor turned pale with fright, his lips trembled, but he still reacted quickly and apologized to Mrs. Osman, "Please forgive my wife! I didn't mean it!"

Hannibal's clenched fist loosened and tightened, and the palm was left with a deep crescent imprint by his nails.The current situation is obvious that Mia has a high chance of being selected, no matter what the result is, he must do something.

But he couldn't speak, he felt that he was about to lose Misha, and his palms were sweaty.

He straightened his hair and leaned over slightly, picked up Mia who climbed the stool and put her down without saying a word.

Mrs. Osman, who was crying, lifted her eyelids, and the chin that Hannibal could only see was stretched upwards. She had a thin but sharp-edged appearance, and her eyes seemed quite charming to her.

Wiping the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, Mrs. Osman took two small steps forward without any trace, and looked at Hannibal at the end of the table under the cover of the handkerchief.

What a handsome child, she thought, and the negligible sadness slipped away from her heart early.

Hannibal seemed to have noticed her gaze, lowered the end of his eyes, and smiled at Madam Osman with his lips pursed, polite and humble.

The right hand with the diamond ring rested on her heart, and Mrs. Osman sighed, "Look, a handsome little gentleman... Dean, he is really very polite. I want to know his name."

He was always disliked in the orphanage, and even... the first supervisor especially liked to lose his temper at the mute when he was in a bad mood.

He rubbed his hands together. "His name is Hannibal, ma'am."

Mrs. Osman bent her mouth charmingly, watching the young man with stray hair salute gracefully. The curvature of his body and decent posture were set off even more wonderfully by the stiff movements of a group of children just now.

Unique, no time to pay attention to other children.

She was very satisfied, especially after learning from the dean that he was dumb.Because of this, she has no worries about many things.

"It's just him." Mrs. Osman didn't look at the carefully prepared breakfast for her. She carried her exquisite small bag and hooked it with her index finger very satisfied. It was Hannibal's direction.

When the dean turned his head to look, the boy in loose clothes held Mia tightly in his arms, and stared at Mrs. Osman with soft and longing eyes, which was self-evident.

For a wealthy widow, raising another child did not cause much trouble to her, and Mrs. Ottoman, who was in a happy mood, agreed to his request softly, "Lovely little guy."

With her back to them, Mia didn't notice what was happening, but felt Hannibal's back straighten.