After hearing An Yu's words, Xu Yan laughed and said, "I've told your sister that the nurses and doctors will take good care of you in the hospital, but your sister still feels uneasy."
An Yu laughed. None of the people had ever asked why An Jing had the ability to bring An Yu to such a hospital and such a ward. There are some things that don't need to be asked. Everyone knows it well.
Yes, if you ask too many questions, you may hurt others or yourself.
Chapter 39: Did you do these things? (2)
Anjing came over and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at what An Yu was drawing, which was the background of a girl. She was a little strange and said, "Whose back is this?"
As soon as An Yu heard this, his face felt hot. He subconsciously covered his drawing board and said unnaturally, "It doesn't belong to anyone."
When Xu Yan saw An Yu's appearance, she smiled and said jokingly: "It seems that Xiao Yu also has a sweetheart."
Because Xu Yan was familiar with Anjing, she had known Xiaoyu since she was a child. However, there were not many opportunities to meet her. But as she grew up, Xiaoyu liked to pester Anjing, so she became more and more familiar with him.
After hearing this, An Yu called out unhappily and said, "Xu Yan..."
When Xu Yan heard An Yu calling her by her first and last name, she immediately took a step forward and said, "What Xu Yan, call her sister. I am one year older than your sister, so call her sister..."
Xu Yan was a little depressed, obviously she and Jing Jing were older, okay?
An Yu always called her by his first name and surname every time. She asked him to change it several times, but he still wouldn't change it.
An Yu said reluctantly: "If you don't scream, she is one year older than my sister, so she is not my sister..."
Jing Jing is her biological sister, but Xu Yan is not.
After An Jing listened, he was slightly startled. He stared at the back figure in the drawing board and frowned. Why did this back figure look familiar? It seemed like he had seen it somewhere before.
She frowned, but couldn't remember it, but Xiaoyu was already eighteen years old, and it was normal for him to have a girl he liked, so she didn't want to ask about things he didn't want to say.
Feng Chengjun stood here, looking at the people in front of him, knowing that Anjing didn't want to face him. He took a deep breath. What happened that night made her unhappy after all.