Girl, you are being calculated!

An Zhiluo looked away, with a bitter expression on his face.

"When Hen was born, my grandpa happened to have a stroke and hemiplegia. Grandpa thought it was the bad luck brought by Hen, so he refused to admit Hen's identity. He grew up from An's family without a name. Eight years ago, after he rescued you from injury, Grandpa Even the doctor refused to invite him, and let the wound on his face become inflamed and festered, otherwise, he would not..."

An Zhiluo's voice choked up, and she couldn't continue speaking.

But Ai Binglan knew what he wanted to say. If he hadn't received timely medical treatment and modern science and technology are so advanced, how could he have such thick, hideous and terrifying scars on his face?

Hen's expression was still cold and indifferent, and there was no wave in his extremely dark eyes, as if what An Zhiluo was talking about was someone else's business.

Ai Binglan's chest was as cold as being frozen by ice. Hen was from the An family, and logically speaking, he was also her enemy, but he was also her savior, and his life experience was so miserable, how could she continue to hate him ?

Tears slid down her jade-like cheeks one by one. She was hesitant like never before, not knowing what to do next.

Continue to revenge marks?

She really can't do it!

Let go of Anjia?

Disappointed!

It took a long time before 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's okay to humiliate me, why did you destroy my home and kill my family?" parents?"

An Zhiyi looked back at her disdainfully, with sarcasm and deep hatred in his eyes, "Ai Binglan! That's what they owe me, they deserve to die!"

"You nonsense!" Ai Binglan trembled all over, glaring at him angrily.

An Zhiyi wanted to say more, but An Zhiluo didn't allow him to continue, said goodbye to Ai Binglan, and forcibly pulled An Zhiyi out.

He and An Zhiyi came here just to see if the marks are doing well.

Hen is their blood brother, connected by flesh and blood, so they can't rest assured.

Before they came, they had already decided that if Hen didn't live well here, no matter which one of their brothers Ai Binglan wanted, they would leave a replacement for Hen in exchange for Hen's freedom.

Hen was pitiful enough, they couldn't bear to ask him to bear anything for them anymore.

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 today.

So, he was relieved.

He can no longer let An Zhiyi stay here to anger Ai Binglan, after all, they did not provoke the Jiang family, if Ai Binglan gets angry and insists on keeping An Zhiyi, then the loss outweighs the gain.

Now, Youhen repays Anjia's debt to Ai Binglan, and Chen can leave Anjia, which is like hell to him.

This is already the best ending.

Pulling An Zhiyi away from Jiang's house, standing outside Jiang's villa, looking at Yunjuan and Yunshu in the distance, he let out a long sigh.

mark!

my poor brother!

It is often said that good people are rewarded with good things. You have the kindest heart hidden under your stern face. You are the best and best good person. Is the turning point in your life today the reward given to you by fate?

An Zhiluo left, Ai Binglan stood there blankly, and after a long time said to the bodyguard behind him: "Master Fuhen, go back to the room, give him medicine, and..."

She turned her eyes and looked at Hen, "Don't let the little miss know about this!"

Hen turned his head in silence, and returned to the room with a straight posture.

The whip wound on his body was still dripping with blood, and the blood on his wrist was also dripping down his fingers, but he didn't seem to feel pain, and he was still like a tall and straight Xiuzhu in the bleak autumn wind, which was so beautiful that it made people's hearts beat.

The bodyguard brought him some medicine, and he took some indiscriminately, wrapped it up with a bandage, and lay down on the bed to rest.

This kind of life is much better than when I was in Anjia. I can eat and wear warm clothes without being ordered to drink, and I can lie 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!

As soon as he took a breath, there was a knock on the door outside: "Master Hen, it's time for the young miss to eat."

Hen got up silently and opened the door, took the 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 crescent moons, so cute that one could wish to bite her hard on the face Take a sip.

"Brother Hen!" Xiaoguai rushed over and hugged his waist.

If it was normal, this bit of momentum would be nothing, but today, he had injuries on his body and wrists, and the little girl bumped into him, causing a tearing pain in the wound, but he could only grit his teeth and bear it.

Fortunately, Xiaoguai quickly held his hand with a smile, pulled him to the bedside, then arranged the things, stuffed the spoon into Chen's hand, and obediently opened his mouth.

Hen picked up the small bowl and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Although he tried his best to ignore the pain on his wrist, he was a human being after all, not a piece of wood or a machine. The tingling pain from his wrist made his muscles tense uncontrollably.

"Brother Hen, what's wrong with you, are you not feeling well?" Xiaoguai looked at the fine drops of sweat on his forehead strangely, touched it with her tender white hands, and then took out a tissue and wiped it for him carefully.

Hen pursed his lips and said nothing.

The little boy was used to his silence, so he wiped the sweat off his forehead, snatched the bowl and spoon from his hands, and then looked at him with a smile on his eyes, "Brother Chen is not feeling well, hello, little boy!" You!"

The little boy is like an adult, imitating Hen just now, holding a small bowl and a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of rice, put it on Hen's lips, "Brother Hen, open your mouth."

His thin lips were tightly pressed together, motionless.

"Brother Hen, open your mouth," Xiaoguai pursed her lips aggrievedly, her slender arms trembling a little, "Xiaoguai is so tired!"

Something flashed quickly in Hen's dark eyes, and finally opened his mouth slightly.

"Brother Chen, if you get sick again in the future, don't bear it, tell Xiaoguai, Xiaoguai will take care of you!" Xiaoguai fed him spoon by spoon, her voice soft and sweet like flower petals flying in the sky.

Her bright eyes resisted looking at him, and there was only him clearly in the small pupils.

Perhaps because of the heat of the meal, Hen's eyes were a little hazy, and her sweet and tender cheeks gradually became a little 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 was sick, don't bear it, she would take care of him.

Not even with his most tender mother.

Because the mother is the eldest daughter-in-law of the An family, besides him, she has two sons to take care of. She dare not offend his grandfather because of him, because she also has to worry about the future of her other two sons.

When he was sick, injured, or in pain, his mother would only tell him, "Hen, you bear with it, bear with it, and grandpa will be fine in a hundred years."

However, my mother passed away before my grandfather was a hundred years old.

He didn't even have the only warmth in his life, and his daily life became more difficult and miserable.

His life is really hard enough!

He survived such difficult days.

"Brother Hen, are you crying?" Xiaoguai stopped feeding him, put the rice bowl on the table, and looked at him with her little hands grabbing the skirt of his chest, with indescribable distress in her little eyes .

"No." He shook his head, turned his face away, and let the liquid in his eyes evaporate.

How can he cry?

Since he was sensible, he knew that crying was useless and would only make the person who abused him more excited and worse.

Tears are useless to him.

"Brother Hen! My mother said that if you are sad, you have to cry out loud, and after you cry, you have to forget all the unhappy things," Xiao Guaiguai hugged his waist carefully, and buried her little face in him In his arms, he whispered, "Brother Chen, if you don't want to look at me, you can cry if you want to, okay?"

Hen looked down at her for a long time, and finally couldn't help reaching out and gently stroking her incredibly soft hair.

Her hair was yellowish and incredibly soft. When she touched her palm, it seemed that even a heart became so soft that it almost melted away.

"Little boy!" Hen called softly.

So far, his closed heart, which has 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 that person's other heirs and become the new generation leader of the "Sha" alliance "Canglang!"

Sooner or later, like everyone in the Jiang family, I will protect you under my wings from any harm.

Hen lived in the Jiang family, because he suddenly became the savior of the Jiang family's future second young wife, and the most precious young lady of the Jiang family relied on him very much, so his status became extremely dignified in the Jiang family.

Slowly, as he got to know Xiao Guai better, he realized that this sweet and harmless little princess on the surface was designed to be a little devil, and she dared to do anything that caused trouble.

And the servants of Jiang's family also began to know that the young lady would not listen to anyone, only this young master, even if he didn't speak, just stood in front of the young lady, and the young lady would bow her head and be obedient.

Therefore, every now and then, a servant would come to Chen to complain.

"Master Hen, the little lady climbed the wall again!"

"Master Hen, Miss Binglan has cut off all the flowers planted by Miss Binglan."

"Master Hen, Missy is fighting outside again."

"Master Hen, the little miss played truant again today."

"Master Hen, the young lady didn't eat well at noon today, and she secretly dumped the food cooked by the cook..."

Only then did Hen know what a lively and mischievous soul lay beneath her cute and soft face.