An Zhiluo looked away, with a bitter look on his face.
"When Hen was born, my grandfather happened to have a stroke and hemiplegia. Grandpa thought it was the bad luck brought by Hen and refused to admit Hen's identity. Hen grew up in An's family without any name or identity. Eight years ago, after he saved you from injury, grandpa
He even refused to hire a doctor and allowed the wound on his face to become inflamed and suppurative. Otherwise, he wouldn't have..."
An Zhiluo's voice was choked with sobs, and he could no longer say the following words.
But Ai Binglan knew what he wanted to say. If he hadn't received treatment in time and modern science and technology were so advanced, how could he have such thick, hideous scars on his face?
Hen's expression was still cold and indifferent, and his extremely dark eyes were calm, as if An Zhiluo was talking about someone else's business.
Ai Binglan's chest was as cold as ice. Hen was a member of the An family. Logically speaking, he was also her enemy. However, he was also her savior, and his life experience was so miserable. How could she continue to hate him?
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Tears slid down her jade-like cheeks drop by drop. She was hesitant like never before, not knowing what she should do next.
Continue to take revenge?
She really can't do it!
Let Anjia go?
I feel unwilling!
After a long time, she stopped the tears in her eyes and looked at An Zhiyi with cold eyes, "An Zhiyi, let me ask you, even if you don't like me, it doesn't matter if you humiliate me. Why did you destroy my home and kill me?"
parents?"
An Zhiyi looked back at her disdainfully, with ridicule and deep hatred in his eyes, "Ai Binglan! That's what they owe me, they deserve to die!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Ai Binglan trembled all over and glared at him.
An Zhiyi wanted to say something more, but An Zhiluo did not allow him to continue. He said goodbye to Ai Binglan and forcibly pulled An Zhiyi out.
He and An Zhiyi came here just to see if Hen was doing well.
Hen is their biological brother, connected by blood and flesh, so they can't worry about it.
Before coming, they had decided that if Hen had a bad life here, no matter which of their brothers Ai Binglan wanted, they would leave Hen to replace Hen in exchange for Hen's freedom.
Hen was already pitiful enough, and they could no longer bear to ask him to take on anything for them.
Now An Zhiluo knows that Hen is Ai Binglan's savior, and Ai Binglan is not a woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions. In the future, she will definitely never abuse Hen like she did today.
So, he was relieved.
He could no longer anger Ai Binglan by letting An Zhiyi stay here. After all, they were not the ones who provoked the Jiang family. If Ai Binglan got angry and insisted on keeping An Zhiyi here any longer, then the gain would outweigh the loss.
Now, Youhen can repay what An's family owes to Ai Binglan, and Hen can leave that An's family that is like hell to him.
This is already the best ending.
After dragging An Zhiyi away from the Jiang family, he stood outside the Jiang family's villa, looking at the clouds rolling in the distance, and he let out a long sigh.
mark!
My poor brother!
People often say that good people are rewarded. You have the kindest heart hidden under your stern face. You are the best and the best good person. Is the turning point in your life today a reward from fate?
An Zhiluo left, and Ai Binglan stood there blankly. After a long time, she said to the bodyguard behind her: "Master Fuhen, go back to the room, give him medicine, and..."
She turned her eyes and looked at Hen, "Don't let the little lady know about this!"
Hen turned around silently and returned to the room with an upright posture.
The whip wounds on his body were still dripping with blood, and the blood on his wrists was dripping down his fingers, but he seemed to feel no pain. He was still like a tall bamboo in the bleak autumn wind, which was so beautiful that it made people's hearts beat.
The bodyguard brought him medicine, he took some at random, wrapped it up with a bandage, and lay on the bed to rest.
Life like this is much better than when I was in Anjia. I can have enough food and clothing, and I won't be shouted at. I can lie down on a soft and comfortable bed to rest.
However, he knew that this was not the end of his life.
He will work hard.
Try to learn all the skills of that person.
Try to be that person's successor.
Strive to become...a new generation of "wolf"!
The future...his master is only himself!
Just as he took a breath, there was a knock on the door: "Master Hen, it's time for the young lady to have her meal."
Hen silently stood up and opened the door, took the dinner plate from the maid's hand, and walked towards Xiaoguai's room.
As soon as he knocked on the door, Xiaoguai's footsteps sounded from the door. The door opened, revealing a sweet smiling face, with bright eyes bent into thin crescents. She was so cute that you wanted to bite her hard on the face.
Take a bite.
"Brother Hen!" Xiaoguai rushed over and hugged his waist.
On a normal day, this kind of momentum would be nothing, but today, he had injuries on his body and on his wrists. Xiaoguai bumped into him, and the wounds hurt like tearing, but he could only grit his teeth and endure it.
Fortunately, Xiaoguai quickly took his hand with a smile, pulled him to the bed, then put the things in place, put the spoon into Hen's hand, and opened his mouth obediently.
Hen picked up the small bowl and fed her spoonful by spoonful.
Although he had tried hard to ignore the pain on his wrist, he was still a human being, not a piece of wood or a machine. The stinging pain on his wrist caused the muscles in his body to tighten uncontrollably.
"Brother Hen, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Xiaoguai looked at the fine drops of sweat on his forehead strangely, touched it with his white hands, and then took out a tissue and wiped it carefully for him.
Hen pursed his lips and said nothing.
Xiaoguai had become accustomed to his silence, so she wiped the sweat off his forehead, took the bowl and spoon out of his hand, then looked at him with a smile and bent her eyes, "Brother Hen is not feeling well, then, Xiaoguai, hello."
You!"
Like a good little adult, the little boy followed Hen's behavior just now, holding a small bowl, scooping out a spoonful of rice with a spoon, and put it to Hen's lips, "Brother Hen, open your mouth."
Hen's thin lips were tightly pursed and motionless.
"Brother Hen, open your mouth," Xiaoguai pouted his lips in grievance, and his thin arms were shaking a little, "Xiaoguai is so tired!"
Something flashed quickly in Hen's dark eyes, and finally he opened his mouth slightly.
"Brother Hen, if you get sick again in the future, don't bear it. Tell Xiaoguai, Xiaoguai will take care of you!" Xiaoguai fed him spoonful by spoonful, his voice as soft and sweet as petals flying in the sky.
Her bright eyes could not bear to look at him, and in her small pupils, there was only one clear image of him.
Perhaps due to the heat of the food, Hen's eyes were a little hazy, and her sweet cheeks gradually became blurred in his eyes.
In his memory, since he was a child, this was the first person who fed him food and told him gently that if he got sick, don't bear it, she would take care of him.
Even his most gentle mother would never do this.
Because her mother was the eldest daughter-in-law of the An family, she had two sons to take care of besides him. She did not dare to offend his grandfather for him because she also had to worry about the future of her other two sons.
When he is sick, injured, or in pain, his mother will only tell him, Hen, if you bear with it a little longer, grandpa will be fine in a hundred years.
However, my mother passed away before my grandfather could do it a hundred years later.
He even lost the only warmth in his life, and his life became more difficult and miserable every day.
His life is really tough!
He managed to survive such difficult days.
"Brother Hen, are you crying?" Xiaoguai stopped feeding him, put the rice bowl on the table, held the skirt of his chest with his little hands and looked at him, with indescribable distress in his little eyes.
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"No." He shook his head and turned away, letting the liquid in his eyes evaporate.
How could he cry?
He has known since he was sensible that crying has no effect. It will only make the person who abuses him more excited and even worse.
Tears are of no use to him.
"Brother Hen! Mom said that if you are sad, you should cry loudly, and then after crying, you should forget all the unhappy things," little Guaiguai carefully hugged his waist and buried her little face in his
In his arms, he whispered: "Brother Hen, if you don't look at me, you can cry if you want, okay?"
Hen stared at her for a long time, and finally couldn't help but reach out and gently touch her incredibly soft hair.
Her hair is yellowish in texture and incredibly soft. When you touch it in the palm of your hand, it seems that even your heart becomes so soft that it almost melts.
"Little boy!" Hen called softly.
At this point, his closed heart, which had never been broken into by anyone, was opened by a girl named Xiaoguai. This girl named Xiaoguai became the first person who could walk into his heart and live in his heart.
personal!
Little boy!
He stroked his hair and said to her in his heart.
I will work hard!
I will defeat the other successors of that person and become the new generation leader of the "Sha" alliance, "Cang Lang!"
Sooner or later, like everyone in the Jiang family, I will protect you under my wings and protect you from any harm.
Hen settled down in the Jiang family, because he suddenly became the savior of the future second young lady of the Jiang family, and the most precious young lady of the Jiang family was particularly dependent on him, so his status became particularly noble in the Jiang family.
Slowly, as he got to know Xiaoguai, he realized that this sweet and harmless little princess was actually a little devil by design, and she dared to do anything to cause trouble.
And the servants of the Jiang family also began to know that the young lady would not listen to anyone. Only Master Hen, even if he did not speak, would just stand in front of the young lady, and the young lady would lower his head and be obedient.
Therefore, every now and then, a servant would come to Hen and complain.
"Master Hen, the little lady climbed the wall again!"
"Master Hen, the young lady cut off all the flowers planted by Miss Binglan."
"Master Hen, the young lady is fighting outside again."
"Master Hen, the little lady skipped school again today."
"Master Hen, the young lady didn't eat well at noon today and secretly threw away the food cooked by the cook..."
Only then did Hen realize what kind of lively and mischievous soul she had underneath her cute and gentle face.
