The strongest maid of SWAT crossing

Chapter 98
The young miss, Yan Xiaowan, wore a pink and blue trousers today, and a moon white embroidered skirt with a butterfly and love flower pattern, which made her figure even more slender and beautiful.

Looking back at Yan Xiaofan, I saw that her swollen figure stretched her lotus-colored beanie like a bucket.

A look of contempt flashed in Yan Xiaowan's eyes involuntarily, because with Yan Chuxu around, she didn't intend to make a sound, and stood aside with her two big maids, pretending to admire the blooming hibiscus flowers around her, but she was actually paying attention to how Yan Chuxu made her laugh. Yan Xiaofan was embarrassed.

Third Miss Yan Xiaoting and Fifth Miss Yan Xiaoyu were both born to Aunt Zhao, so they naturally stood together.Yan Xiaoting was wearing a concubine-colored gown with moon-white stitching skirt, while Yan Xiaoyu was wearing a bud-yellow gown with moon-white stitching skirt.

Yan Xiaoting is 12 years old, and looks like Aunt Zhao, beautiful and quiet, with a strong sense of book; Yan Xiaoyu is ten years old, looks like Aunt Zhao, but she is lively and childish.The two of them were neither too close to Yan Xiaowan nor turned towards Yan Xiaofan, so they were just watching a show by standing aside.

The Fourth Miss Yan Xiaorui is also 12 years old, but she is a few months younger than Yan Xiaoting. She was born to Aunt Li. She is usually close to the Third Miss and the Fifth Miss. At this moment, she is standing with the Third Miss, but she is wearing a Wearing a water-green trousers and bright yellow skirt, the whole person looks weak and well-behaved, with lowered and delicate eyebrows, no one looks at her.

Here, Yan Chuxu did not disappoint Yan Xiaowan's expectations, as soon as he saw Yan Xiaofan, he sized her up from head to toe, and then said with a smile: "Oh, fat pig, I haven't seen you for a few days, you seem to have gained a lot of weight! "

Yan Xiaofan suppressed the fear in his heart, lowered his head and did not respond.

When Yan Chuxu saw her humble and cowardly appearance, he was annoyed, so he suddenly reached out and pushed her shoulder: "Hey, I'm talking to you! If you squeak, you will die!"

Yan Xiaofan was staggered by Yan Chuxu's push, but fortunately Xiangguo supported her from behind so that she didn't fall down.

"Looking at how fat you are, I advise you to go on a hunger strike, lest you become so fat that you won't even be able to get out of your own room!" Yan Chuxu continued to mock Yan Xiaofan viciously.

Yan Xiaofan still bowed his head silently.

Yan Chuxu became more and more impatient, and pushed her again, this time with a little more force, Yan Xiaofan was unsteady and retreated a few steps, and finally fell to the ground, and Xiangguo was also dragged aside by her.

Yan Xiaofan and Xiangguo, who fell down, hadn't made a sound yet, but Yan Xiaowan and Yan Xiaoyu both exclaimed. Yan Xiaowan was gloating, while Yan Xiaoyu was really surprised.

But at this moment, Yan Chuxu, who pushed the person to the ground, not only didn't feel guilty at all, but continued to sneer: "It's useless to be so fat and so easy to be pushed down!" He is handsome, but not likable at all.

Ai Lan felt that the time had come, so she secretly squeezed Yan Xiaofan's palm while helping her up.

Yan Xiaofan was really sad and wronged at this time, and there was no need to pretend to be sad according to what Ai Lan had taught her before. Her nose was sore, her eye circles turned red, and two lines of tears flowed down silently.

When Yan Chuxu saw Yan Xiaofan crying, he became even more impatient, but this time Yan Xiaofan didn't cry with his head down and his body curled up like before, but raised his face and wept silently, and asked while weeping: "Brother, aren't we brothers and sisters?"

Yan Chuxu didn't expect Yan Xiaofan to ask such a question, he was startled for a moment, and then said harshly, "What do you mean?"

Yan Xiaofan took the silk handkerchief Ai Lan handed her to wipe away tears, as if he had tried hard to hold back for a long time and finally broke out, and suddenly said loudly: "Don't you understand what I mean? We are clearly brothers and sisters, why are you making things difficult for me? When I read Cao Zhi’s seven-step poem earlier, I couldn’t appreciate the sadness and grief in it, but now I have experienced it personally: cooking beans burns Osmunda, and beans cry in the cauldron. They grow from the same root, so why do they fry together? urgent……"

(End of this chapter)