Chapter 7

"What is there to think about my old lady? You'd better go back and take good care of yourself."

Mrs. Yan's expression was dull, as if she didn't see her frailty.

Wang Momo said that her mother is not liked by Mrs. Yan.

"Thanks to my grandmother doing good deeds on weekdays and accumulating blessings for my granddaughter, so my granddaughter is safe this time."

A smile bloomed on Yan Yiwan's face, that face was as big as a palm, and the smile on his face showed gratitude and dependence.

Mrs. Yan believed in Buddhism very much. Apart from staying in Fushouyuan on weekdays, she went to temples to pray for blessings. Several temples in Nanping Town have left the old lady's sesame oil money.

The people who came to report at the beginning said that it was impossible to save her life, but they didn't expect it to be cured so soon.

After all, this girl is also her own granddaughter!
Thinking of this, Mrs. Yan's face softened: "Come here and show grandma."

Yan Yiwan stood up and walked over obediently.

Madam Yan held her hand, which felt cold for a while.

She frowned lightly: "Why is it frozen like this?"

Only then did he cast his serious eyes on this granddaughter who had been neglected for a long time, and found that she was wearing a thin dress, and her face was flushed from the cold.

Just now, someone came to report that she had been waiting outside for her to get up, and it must have been less than half an hour.

"Old lady, Miss San is here."

When Mrs. Yan heard this, her majestic face softened: "Let her in."

Yan Yiwan was just about to speak, but upon hearing the sound, seeing the kindness on Madam Yan's face, she swallowed the words in her throat, lowered her eyes, and stood obediently.

"grandmother--"

Yan Yiran lifted her foot and walked in, not as cold as the one she saw yesterday, but now her face was full of liveliness that belonged to her age.

It's just that when her eyes fell on the extra person in this room, surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Yiran, come here, come to grandma."

Madam Yan let go of Yan Yiwan's hand, and beckoned to Yan Yiran affectionately.

Yan Yiran walked over and pushed Yan Yiwan aside without a trace.

"Grandma, the weather outside is fine today, how about granddaughter going out with you?"

Mrs. Yan felt comforted, and patted her hand: "That's good, but you still have to go to class. I asked my teacher, and she said that you are the best student she has ever taught. Grandma can't delay you." .”

Yan Yiran smiled lightly: "Master's words are serious."

She looked to the side with a slightly scrutinizing gaze.

"Fifth Miss is here." The servant girl came in again to announce.

The smile on Madam Yan's face faded a little.

"Let her in."

Yan Yiyu walked in, before she had time to say hello, her eyes had already caught sight of Yan Yiwan.

"Why are you here?"

Her tone was a bit aggressive, with obvious dislike.

Mrs. Yan followed her gaze to look at Yan Yiwan, then at the domineering girl, and frowned.

"Fifth Sister." Yan Yiwan nodded in response, with a shy smile on her face.

Yan Yiyu looked at her half-worn clothes, she was obviously not as good as a girl, but standing in this room, she was neither humble nor overbearing, without any shame.

Here Yan Yiran is the first daughter, and so is Yan Yiwan, only she is not.

Yan Yiyu's heart sank little by little.

But when she suddenly thought of something, a trace of strangeness flashed across her eyes, and her face returned to innocence: "Did the fourth sister come to grandma to talk about Mr. Li?"

Yan Yiwan was taken aback, and the hand hanging by her side suddenly tightened her clothes.

(End of this chapter)

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