"Yunshen, take good care of yourself." Han Meiluo of course cared about He Yunshen's physical condition.

"Don't worry, nn."

Han Meiluo also instructed He Xunfan and said, "Xunfan, take good care of your brother."

He Xunfan was stunned, and his reaction was quick, and he replied: "nn, I can."

"Go, go and do your own business."

Han Meiluo's j sentence is already very obvious. He Yunshen knew that she had probably guessed something was wrong. Although Han Meiluo was old, she was as clear as Mingjing. She saw through many things but didn't tell them thoroughly.

Since she had no intention of saying it out loud, He Yunshen certainly wouldn't say it out loud. He pretended that nothing had happened and knew nothing, and nodded slightly at Han Meiluo.

"Nn, take care of yourself."

"Of course, I'll take An Yan to see me in front of you!"

He Yunshen smiled and promised: "It's OK."

This is not only a promise to Han Meiluo, but also a promise to him. He must bring An Yan Ping'an back.s3;

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After the rain, the light shines inside, everything looks warm.

An Yan didn't know how long she had slept, nor did she know when she fell asleep. She was so pricked by the light that she couldn't open her eyes. She turned around and let the warm light spread on her back.

When she rubbed her sleepy eyes and wanted to shout "He Yunshen", she realized that the place she was in was not on Jingjiangshan.

Now, she woke up instantly, and everything from last night instantly poured into her mind. An Jin's words were like a huge pounce on her, and An Yan felt a little breathless.

She bit her lower lip tightly, got up and walked towards the bathroom on one side. She turned on the faucet and kept splashing her fair cheeks with cold water.

Mu Anyan, you have to be calm. If your surname is Mu, but not An, you must have nothing to do with that An Jin!

An Yan looked at herself in the mirror and felt that she was so pale and haggard for the first time.

She sighed secretly. What An Jin said was so reasonable and well-founded, and it was hard not to believe it.

Now, what should she do?

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong" The bedroom door was suddenly knocked.

"Who?" An Yan walked out of the bathroom and walked towards the bedroom door.

"Hello, Miss An Yan, I am the servant here, I'm here to send you a change of laundry."

An Yan looked down at the nightgown on her body, then reached out to open the door.

The servant pushed the mobile clothes hanger into the bedroom. An Yan frowned and asked, "Are these all sent by An Jin?"

When the servant heard the word "An Jin", he was so scared that he was slightly stunned for a second.

"Miss An Yan, these are all things Jin must not be wronged. You must satisfy you as much as possible whatever you want."

"I want freedom, go and ask her when she is going to let me leave here!"

"This..." The servant suddenly felt a hard time, "Miss An Yan, aren't you making things difficult for me? Everyone here, and even Butler Fang, when he saw Miss Jin, he was like a mouse or a cat..." When the servant said this, his eyes were full of fear, and he looked timid.

"Who is she? Why do you see her

Are you so scared?" An Jin is very beautiful, and that noble temperament is undoubtedly innate. In addition to her temperament, she also has an indescribable beauty. Inferior, she is also in her forty years old, but she looks only in her early thirties, and it is no exaggeration to say that she is in her twenties.

She is too young, so young that An Yan can't even imagine that this nv person would say that she is her aunt!

The servant suddenly fell silent and said, "Miss An Yan wants to know about Miss Jin, so she should ask in person. At this point, Miss Jin is taking care of her flowers in the flower room."

After the words were finished, the servant bowed to An Yan and then leaned over and retreated.

An Yan looked at the f-dress hanging on the mobile clothes hanger, and any piece was counted from five digits.

It seems that An Jin is really rich. "I think so, if she doesn't have money, how could she afford to support so many people?" It just made An Yan feel strange that where did she get so much money? If the Fang family was used to cover up her own tricks, then relying solely on the Fang family's black se income, it can really support such a huge amount.

Organized?

An Jin, what is the origin of it?

An Yan looked at the mobile clothes hanger. The clothes are all the latest styles of C, either too revealing or too short. In the end, she chose a long skirt and a coat, and this skirt was the longest on it.

After changing it, An Yan opened the door and walked downstairs.

"Miss An Yan, do you want to have a meal now? The breakfast is ready." s3;

"I'm not hungry." An Yan simply replied, probably because she was too hungry and she didn't even want to eat.

Then, An Yan asked the servant, "Where is the flower house?"

“It’s right in the backyard, you can see it by walking straight from here.”

"Thank you." After thanking her, she immediately walked towards the place where the flower house was.

She saw the glass flower room, standing at the door of the flower room, she could clearly see the NV people wearing exquisite suits and neatly packing the flowers.

She was really noble and elegant, but looking at her through the glass, An Yan felt a chilling feeling.

An Jin had already noticed that someone was looking at her. She looked in the direction where An Yan was standing and showed an extremely elegant smile towards her.

An Yan was stunned, frowned and reached out to open the door of the glass flower room.

Just now standing at the door, she did not look at the flower room carefully. Now she entered the flower room. Only then did she realize that there was only one kind of flower planted in the flower room, poppy flowers.

What a terrible person. The flowers she carefully protected were not charming roses or elegant lilies, but poppy. Poppies are full of temptation and hidden murderous intent.

At present, An Yan felt more and more terrifying about the nv person in front of him.

"Why are you standing there and not talking? Did you sleep well last night? The mattress is too y? The quilt is not soft enough? Or if there is any other problem, you can tell me that I will ask you to solve it all."

"Sleeping in a stranger's place, do you think I might be sleeping well?"

The more terrifying An Jin is, the less An Yan is afraid of her.

An Yan knew her son well. Even though she knew there was an abyss in front of her, she would not continue to walk forward. But now she was standing on the edge of the abyss. Even if the abyss was deep, dark, or terrifying, she must figure it out clearly.

An Jin is an abyss for An Yan. Now An Yan is standing by the abyss. It is not her x-shaped pattern to turn back and run away! "How could I be your stranger? Isn't it a bit cruel to classify me as a stranger? An Yan."
Chapter completed!