"Brother Hen, you eat it!" Xiaoguai put the spoon into his hand, a little anxiously, "If you don't eat it, I won't eat it either!"
Hen pursed his lips and ate spoonfuls of the food on the bedside table.
Although he was very hungry, his movements were still elegant and noble by nature.
Xiaoguai held her chin up and looked at him, her eyes lingering on the scars on Hen's face.
Her Hen brother, if it weren't for this scar on his face, would definitely be the most handsome boy in the world.
However, it's okay to have scars. In her eyes, her scarred brother is still the most beautiful.
Of course, her brothers are also very good-looking, but no matter how good-looking they are, they are not hers. They will all be like the second brother, and they will have wives like Sister Ai in the future, and her Hen brother is hers.
Hen only ate a small bowl of clear porridge, then put down the spoon, picked up another bowl of clear porridge, scooped a spoonful and handed it to Xiaoguai's lips, "Eat!"
Xiaoguai swallowed the porridge, then took the bowl and spoon into his hands, "Brother Hen, I will eat it myself, and you can eat some more."
Hen shook his head, "I'm full."
He has become accustomed to hunger, and he will never indulge himself when his destiny is not yet in his own hands.
"Brother Hen won't eat it, so I won't eat it either." Xiaoguai put the bowl back on the table angrily.
Hen felt helpless, picked up a piece of cake, put it to his lips and took a bite. The soft and sweet taste spread on the tip of his tongue. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had tasted sweetness.
Xiaoguai saw him biting the bread bite after bite, and picked up a piece to eat in small bites. Seeing that he had finished eating, he handed him another piece. He frowned and said, "Xiaoguai, I can eat enough."
Xiaoguai blinked, carefully wrapped the cake in wrapping paper and put it aside, "Brother Hen, take it with you when you go back to the room later. Can you eat it when you are hungry?"
Hen looked straight into her bright black eyes, as if he wanted to look into her soul through her dark eyes.
He started to believe it now.
Although she is very young, she is very smart.
Although she said nothing, she knew that he had been hungry.
It's just that he doesn't understand why she wants to be so nice to him.
Like a pet?
Such a cute and kind girl must be very good to her pets, right?
He sat aside and kept silent. After the little boy had eaten his fill, he touched his belly with satisfaction, squinted his eyes and smiled, "It's so good!"
He stood up silently, wanting to put away the things and send them back to the kitchen. Xiaoguai had already turned over to ring the bell, "Alan, come and pack the things. I'm full and I'm very full!"
A young maid came in quickly, packed up their leftovers, and took them out of the room.
Xiaoguai covered his lips and let out a delicate yawn, closed his eyes and opened them again, looking extremely sleepy, "Brother Hen, Xiaoguai is sleepy."
"Well, let's sleep." Hen walked to the bed, placed her down, and covered her with a quilt.
"Brother Hen, stay with me!"
Xiaoguai held on to his hand, so he had no choice but to sit down by the bed. He watched her fall asleep, then gently took his hand away, tucked her in, closed the door and went out.
Late at night, a black shadow came out over the wall in the backyard of the Jiang family villa. He ran quickly under the moon, as swiftly and silently as a cheetah. His tall and straight body was so beautiful that it made people's hearts beat. There was only a scar across his face, which was destructive.
All the beauty in his body.
In the Jiang family villa, Jiang Yunuan stood on the third floor terrace, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance. A dark shadow appeared behind him, and he bowed respectfully, "Master, Master Hen is out."
"I know, don't worry about him, and don't restrict his freedom," Jiang Yunuan's graceful lips overflowed with a confident smile, "I won't be wrong, given time, he will definitely become a new generation of Canglang! I'm looking forward to it
Woolen cloth."
The next day, the Jiang family's housekeeper found Ai Binglan and respectfully reported back: "Miss Binglan, the two young masters of the An family are here."
Ai Binglan was watering the orchids. When she heard the housekeeper's response, she paused and pursed her lips. She put down the kettle and said, "Call Hen."
"Yes!" The housekeeper ordered to find Hen. Ai Binglan stood there, feeling as if someone had suddenly lit a fire in her heart. She was angry and hurt, and more importantly, she was unwilling to do so!
She can ignore An Zhiyi's insult to her a year ago, but she can't forgive him for forcing her parents to death!
The revenge for killing her father was due to Xiaoguai's mischief, but the An family was able to escape the disaster. Xiaoguai was left with traces, but the enemy who killed her parents received no retribution at all.
She is not willing to give in!
So unwilling!
"Miss Binglan, Master Hen is here." The housekeeper responded respectfully. Hen stood behind him, tall and handsome as a bamboo. There was no trace of the fact that he had not returned home all night last night. He escaped from the Jiang family's bodyguards in the early morning and returned.
What the bedroom looks like.
Ai Binglan slowly turned around, her eyes as cold as frost and snow fixed on Hen's body.
Hen's figure was already in good shape, but now he has put on the new clothes Xiaoguai bought for him. His beautiful and straight figure is many times better than when he was in the hotel the day before yesterday.
Ai Binglan found it very ironic.
She went to the An family for revenge, but she brought back a trace, which she respected and raised like a young master.
He is from the An family. An Zhiluo and An Zhiyi came here to find her, it must be for him. If they saw that Hen was living a pampered life here, they would laugh in their dreams, right?
And how could she be willing to let them get what they wanted?
"Come here!" she called coldly.
"Yes, miss." Several bodyguards came in and bowed respectfully.
"Take off his shirt." She ordered expressionlessly.
Although the bodyguard didn't know what her intention was, he obeyed unconditionally and carefully took off the clothes Xiaoguai bought for Hen.
That was chosen by the young lady, so don’t be careless!
"Hang him to the tree in the outer courtyard." Ai Binglan continued to order.
The bodyguards were a little stunned, but they still tied up Hen neatly and pushed him out.
Ai Binglan also turned around and walked out. When she reached the door, she suddenly turned back and said, "Butler, watch the little girl and don't let her go out."
"Yes!" The housekeeper didn't dare to be careless and immediately went upstairs to guard the door of Xiaoguai's room.
Ai Binglan felt relieved and walked slowly towards the outer courtyard.
In the outer courtyard, Hen was hung on a thousand-year-old tree in the middle of the courtyard. Thin iron wires tied his thin wrists and cut deeply into his skin. His eyes were still indifferent, as cold and waveless as an ancient well.
Ai Binglan didn't know when she took a whip and threw it into the hands of the bodyguard under the tree. She said coldly, "Stop his mouth and beat him!"
When the sound of the whip falling on the flesh was heard, Ai Binglan coldly curled her lips and said, "Let them in."
When An Zhiluo and An Zhiyi came in, their eyes immediately turned red when they saw the marks of being hung on the tree and whipped. Even though An Zhiluo was as smooth and elegant as An Zhiluo, the veins on his forehead stood out.
An Zhiyi rushed over, snatched the whip from the bodyguard's hand, and threw it at Ai Binglan's feet. He glared at her with blood-red eyes: "Ai Binglan! I am the one who offended you. If anything happens, come to me and let him go."
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Ai Binglan was a little suspicious. What is this Hen's identity? He could actually let An Zhiluo and An Zhiyi sacrifice themselves for him?
She looked at An Zhiluo and then at An Zhiyi. Looking at the two identical faces, her heart suddenly moved, "An Zhiluo, let me ask you, have you been to the Alps Snow Mountains eight years ago?"
"Eight years ago..." An Zhiluo suddenly remembered something, and felt a pain in his heart. He looked up at the marks hanging on the tree in a daze, "Eight years ago, our family went to the Alps for a vacation..."
Ai Binglan took a breath and couldn't help but clenched her fists, "Then...have you ever rescued a little girl on a snowy mountain?"
"Ever saved a girl?" He shook his head, "I haven't."
Ai Binglan's eyes dimmed, a little disappointed, but also a little relaxed.
So what if it was indeed the An brothers who saved her back then?
Can it erase the fact that they are her father-killing enemies?
"But..." An Zhiluo raised his head slightly, looked at Hen on the tree, and said with pity: "Eight years ago, Hen saved a girl on the Alps snow mountain, and the scar on his face was from that time.
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Ai Binglan heard the sound of something breaking in her chest.
How could it be?
Is it him?
He actually knows him!
She pursed her lips, clenched her fists hard, adjusted her breathing several times, and then gave the order in a trembling voice, "Put him down."
The bodyguard immediately put Hen down, and he stood upright under the tree, his expression still indifferent, but there were a few bright whip marks on his strong body, and there were deep gashes on his thin wrists.
Ai Binglan looked at him, her body trembling slightly, "Hen, were you the one who saved me in the Alps snowy mountains eight years ago?"
Hen looked at her indifferently and remained silent.
An Zhiluo's eyes suddenly brightened a little.
how?
Was the girl Hen saved back then actually Ai Binglan?
So, will his life in the Jiang family be easier in the future?
"Miss Ai, Hen did save a girl in the snowy mountains of the Alps back then," An Zhiluo said with a somewhat eager tone: "At that time, the girl made a mistake and fell from the snowy mountain. Hen rushed over regardless of his own safety and threw the girl
He stopped him, but due to the huge inertia, He was seriously injured. Two of his ribs were broken by the collision, and he was covered in blood. His face was scratched by someone unknown, leaving this long scar..."
It's him!
It's really him!
Ai Binglan looked at Hen with tangled eyes.
Thinking of yesterday when Yao Jin'er poured the pot of boiling tea on Xiao Guai, he rushed over without hesitation and used his own body to block Xiao Guai, exactly the same as when he rushed out to save her.
She felt as if her chest was blocked by a huge stone, and it was difficult to even breathe.
It took a lot of effort for her to move her eyes away from Hen's face and look at An Zhiluo, "What is the relationship between him and you guys?"
An Zhiluo's eyes darkened, his thin lips pursed, and after a while he said: "He is my brother...his biological brother!"
