Maybe I did some experiences in making medicinal meals for Qi Lan a few times, and there were people doing chores in the villa, so Uncle De was always idle as long as he watched them by his side.

Therefore, I am very concerned about this matter. Even if I watch the fire, I will always keep an eye on it and never use the hands of others.

"Don't worry, young lady, I will watch Miss Bai Wei take medicine every day."

Uncle De happily put the prescription in place, and then said to Yun Anan, "By the way, the young master asked you to go to the study after you come back."

"Okay, I get it."

Thinking of what Huo Siqing said during the day, Yun An'an couldn't help but feel excited, wanting to know quickly what he was going to hand over to her.

The ring is sure to be out of the way.

Flowers are unlikely.

Could it be that I really packed myself into a gift to her?

Oh, she has changed color.

After thinking about it all, Yun Anan also walked outside the door of the study on the third floor. Seeing that the door was not closed, he pushed the door directly and walked in.

"Ah Qing?"

Yun Anan looked in and saw a man sitting behind the desk working at a glance. His eyebrows were cold and focused, and he contained the mature and steady masculine charm.

Huo Siqing raised her head slightly, grabbed her figure accurately, and looked at the cold gaze of the company's quarterly report on the computer slowly became softer, "Come here."

"Are you going to unravel the mystery of something like that to me?"

Upon hearing the words, Yun Anan rubbed his hands with some expectations, ran to him, spread his palms open, "Show me quickly."

Looking at her impatient appearance, Huo Siqing chuckled, then got up from the seat and pressed her to sit on it.

"Wait for me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the lounge inside.

Yun Anan sat on the wide and comfortable seat, tilted her toes, leisurely letting the seats sway, and happily waiting for Huo Siqing to come out with surprise.

However, she soon couldn't laugh.

"This is part of your mom's relic."

Huo Siqing placed a rectangular box that looked old and faded on the desk, and said in a low voice to Yun An'an, "It should be handed over to you."

The...relics painted by Yunshu?

Yun An'an's eyes shook lightly, looking at the box that could not tell at all the time, his little face was stunned, "My mother's thing?"

"Um."

"How did you find these things?"

Yun Anan, who had been sitting lazily on the seat, immediately sat up straight and carefully touched the edge of the box, "Shaqima told me that as soon as my mother passed away, Shi Suhua burned all her things."

Not even a photo remains.

Huo Siqing's thin lips curled up slightly, picked up the gloves on the table and put them on her, "Open and take a look?"

"Um!"

Yun Anan nodded vigorously, reached out to make a preparation move, and then opened the box.

The lock on the box has long been aging and there is no need for a key, so it breaks it with a slight break.

The things inside were even more obvious—some dresses that were popular back then, several books about strange stories, a few draft paper and pens, and a diary in a waterproof grid.

Except for that diary, other things have long been soaked in Di He's water.

Yun Anan picked up one of the books and looked at them, saying in surprise, "I heard from my uncle that my mother is weak-hearted, but I didn't expect that she would like to read such books."

After saying that, she put the book aside and picked up the diary.

Thanks to the protection of the waterproof grid, this diary can still see the handwriting clearly in addition to the yellowing of the paper.

The handwriting on it is like Yunshu's painting described by Yunxiao, soft and graceful.

The previous articles are about trivial matters in life, such as Shi Yanli making a group of children cry in kindergarten, being called parents, and Shi Suhua tried to cook, but ended up blowing up the kitchen... Then to the next article, it was nearly three months apart from the date of the previous article.

[It is really noisy. If it is born in the future, it will definitely be a lively and lively child.

It would be great if it was a girl... Good boy, mom doesn't dislike you, but you know, your elder brother is already a monkey at home...] Seeing this, Yun Anan laughed. Her brother was so troublesome when he was a child, and he couldn't tell at all.

Then read down, it was a diary that happened a month later.

[Suhua seems to like his son more. He always says that if he is a son, he can only shoulder the burden of the future family, but why do I like the little princess?

I said that this child is a little princess, then it must be!]【If it is really a daughter, the name must have the word An.

May her be safe and happy and smooth throughout her life.

】A warm light gradually appeared in Yun An'an's eyes, and he couldn't help but touch the lines with his hands. In his heart, your expectations have really been achieved.

Have you seen it?

Huo Siqing, who stood beside her with a quiet expression, curled her lips slightly, and then quietly left her side.

Yun Anan did not notice that he suddenly left and turned to the next page of his diary.

A line of dazzling words suddenly broke into her sight and instantly stinged her eyes.

[I don’t want a daughter, this child must not be a daughter.

】【What's good about daughter?

】【I am willing to exchange my life, just to ask that this child is not a daughter.

】Followed nearly ten pages in a row, and the diary was written in the same content.

I don’t know if it was because I was too eager to pray or too panic, but the handwriting behind it was no longer neat and was as messy as the mood of his master at that time.

Yun An'an's breathing stagnated, and the enthusiasm that had first surged into his eyes fell from the corner of his eyes so unexpectedly, dripping onto the soft clothes, silent.

Except for repeating again and again that he didn't want his daughter, Yunshu's paintings never wrote anything else.

If it weren't for the same handwriting, Yun An'an would probably think that the diary was written in a different way.

But not.

It's just... Yun Shuhua suddenly realized that her daughter was not that good, and she could not inherit the family business like her son, so she no longer looked forward to her daughter's birth.

It turns out that she is an existence that is not expected to be born.

When Huo Siqing returned to the study with a stack of information, he saw Yun Anan staring blankly at the front with his eyes red.

He frowned almost imperceptibly, put the stack of information on the table, leaned forward and picked up Yun Anan's stunned little face, but found some transparent water marks on her cheeks.

"Stop looking."

Huo Siqing's eyebrows became tighter and he raised his hand to put the diary aside.

The purpose of asking Fu Yunian to find these things back through a lot of hardships was not to make her cry.
Chapter completed!