"I didn't expect that Miss Sun can't understand human speech. Yan Du has already rejected it. You still want to pester her like this. Doesn't it seem too unreserved?" Mu Lan smiled and raised her head.
With a deliberate smile on her face, she didn't look like a ten-year-old girl at all.
"Are you?" Sun Weiwei frowned. Is this little girl Yan's sister? But the possessiveness in her eyes made Sun Weiwei a little uncomfortable. A woman's intuition told her that this little girl was not innocent. She smiled and said,
"You are Mr. Yan's sister, right? Your brother and I are talking. Children should not speak like adults."
Mu Lan's smile did not change, she still looked innocent and beautiful, but her words became sharper, "I didn't expect that there would be a woman in the first class who seemed to be chatting up with me in a nightclub."
"Mu Lan..." Dongfang Yan doesn't like such a sharp Mu Lan. She should be an always optimistic and cheerful little girl, and shouldn't have any dark side.
"Mr. Yan, your sister seems to be in charge of too much. I just want to talk to you about some cooperation between our two companies." Sun Weiwei shrugged, looking very casual, "It seems that I should
She has never done anything to make her so hostile."
What bothered Mu Lan the most was that Dongfang Yan never explained that their previous relationship was not that of brother and sister. She bit her lip and looked at Dongfang Yan, but he never glanced at her from beginning to end. Such Dongfang Yan made her
I feel scared, as if I will lose it in the next second.
"Nothing, Miss Sun misunderstood. Let's go over to your place to talk. She may have gotten up too early today and is still a little angry." After saying that, Dongfang Yan put the magazine on the shelf aside and stood up.
Walk.
Mu Lan suddenly grabbed Dongfang Yan's hand, raised her head aggrievedly and murmured, "Yan..."
In the past, whenever Mu Lan acted coquettishly like this, Dongfang Yan would immediately come over to coax her, but this time, he just took his hand away and walked away.
He looked at his hand blankly, but the residual warmth was still there, but the person had already walked away. His eyes seemed to be a little sore and swollen, and there was also a dull pain in his chest. This was a feeling I had never had before, even on every birthday.
She had never felt such heartache before her mother came to pick her up from the orphanage.
What is this feeling?
She turned back stiffly and continued to cast her gaze out the window. The white clouds floating in the sky were velvety blue and very beautiful, but she did not feel at all that the blue sky and white clouds she once wanted to see were right next to her at such a close distance.
But she lost her appreciation and excitement, and her heart felt heavy. She didn't know whether it was loss or sourness.
Covering her heart, Mu Lan leaned on the back of her chair and smiled slightly, just like before.
It's always been like this, isn't it? When had Mu Lan ever been so lucky? When had she, who was abandoned since she was a child, ever been so lucky?
She didn't know what happened that would change Dongfang Yan's attitude so much. Even if she had done something wrong, she still had the right to know. Just like that, she was thrown into hell and sentenced to death, but she continued
I didn’t even tell her the reason. She wasn’t willing to give in. She really wasn’t willing to give in. If she had never gotten it before, she wouldn’t know the feeling of being pampered by others, nor would she know the feeling of relying on others. But why should she get it?
What if these are lost again?
The other hand hanging on the chair was clenched tightly into a fist, and she didn't even feel her nails digging into her flesh. She really didn't know what she had done wrong.
When Dongfang Yan returned to his seat, Mu Lan had already fallen asleep leaning on the chair. It seemed that nothing had happened. He covered her with a blanket, and a flash of bright red broke into his eyes. The white chair
It was a very strange thing to have her hand stained red. He took her hand and opened it carefully. The palm of his hand was bloody and bloody, and he could see how hard the owner's nails had been.
Sighing, Dongfang Yan pressed the armrest between the two of them and hugged Mu Lan's petite body into his arms. She looked very tired. Dongfang Yan's big movement didn't wake her up. She just mumbled.
Dongfang Yan found a comfortable position in Dongfang Yan's arms and continued to sleep. Dongfang Yan carefully applied some ointment on her palms. Several times she frowned and shrank her hands, as if she could not sleep well.
"What on earth am I going to do with you?" Dongfang Yan sighed softly. Even if she was the daughter of a homeless man or a wanted criminal, it didn't matter to him, but why, she was that person's child. Even though she was already the daughter of a wanted criminal.
After so many years, he still couldn't forget everything about that year. Just when he was far away from that person and thought everything was over, fate sent his daughter to him again. What should he do?
"Don't leave me... don't..." The little girl in her arms muttered, her soft tone barely forming a sentence, but Dongfang Yan heard it clearly, and her heartache passed by in a flash. This little girl has been abandoned since she was a child.
In the orphanage, she hardly enjoyed the favor of others. Now his indifference makes her sad, right?
When they arrived in England, Mu Lan seemed to have not yet woken up. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, her deer-like eyes were red, and she blinked tiredly, as if she wanted to get rid of her sleepiness.
"Mr. Yan, my driver is here to pick me up, do you want to give you a ride?" Sun Weiwei came over and asked politely, but it was obvious that she was a drunkard and did not care about drinking. Her target was clearly Dongfangyan.
"No need." Dongfang Yan nodded lightly and refused. He had a very strange aura. As long as he pursed his lips, he seemed to be repelling others.
"Yan... I'm so sleepy..." Rubbing her eyes desperately, Mu Lan felt that her eyes were sore and painful, and she was extremely uncomfortable. She had always had a bad feeling of getting up, especially because she had to get up early to take a plane today.
Yesterday, I was so excited that I almost didn't fall asleep. I kept Dongfang talking about all kinds of things.
Sighing, Dongfang Yan helped her put on her coat and held her in his arms. The tall Dongfang Yan picked up the petite Mu Lan. Without any effort, he gently said to the little girl in his arms, "Then
You can sleep a little longer, your sister Luo Qing should have sent someone to pick us up."
"Yes." In a daze, Mu Lan found a comfortable position in Dongfang Yan's arms and fell into a deep sleep.
Mu Lan has a deep dependence on Dongfang Yan. As long as she is by his side, she can fall asleep quickly.
When he looked up, he saw Sun Weiwei still standing by and looking at them blankly. Dongfang Yan asked strangely, "Is there anything else wrong, Miss Sun?"
"She's not your sister?" Sun Weiwei didn't expect that she would ask the questions in her heart. But at this moment, she was eager to know their relationship. Dongfang Yan had clearly been very indifferent to this little girl before, but why?
After a while, he seemed to treat her like a treasure.
"No." Dongfang Yan thought to himself, when did he say that Mu Lan was his sister?
"But..." Sun Weiwei frowned, but they are obviously like brother and sister, right?
Dongfang Yan seemed impatient and continued to answer her questions. He turned around and passed her, and got off the plane. Sure enough, he saw the person sent by Zixuan at the VIP channel. It turned out to be George. His footsteps paused slightly, and his eyes
He landed on the little girl in his arms and saw that she was sleeping soundly, so he had to give up the idea of letting her come down and walk by herself.
"What's wrong with Mu Lan?" Seeing their posture, George thought Mu Lan was uncomfortable?
"It's okay, I just fell asleep. Let's go." Dongfang Yan walked out on his own, ignoring George who looked confused.
George, who was standing behind, murmured to himself, "No way, cold-faced killer Dongfang Yan and little beauty Mu Lan? This young grass has been eaten too much, right? I'm going to tell my sister-in-law that she can't call her cousin in the future.