"What do you know? Don't talk nonsense..."
"You'd better go upstairs..."
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An Quan: "..." Didn't I really pick it up
Still, he was firmly against it.
"Our family is a democratic family, we vote with a show of hands." Dad An said.
"I agree!" An Ma said.
"Okay, now raise your hand in support of An Wen's return to China!" Grandpa An asked.
An's father, An's mother, and Grandpa An raised their hands neatly, and An Wen also weakly raised her little hand.
Seeing this, An Quan's face darkened, and he got up and went back to his room.
An Wen knew that An Quan was unhappy, so she got up to chase him.
An Quan is now the pillar of the family, he seldom gets angry, and when he gets angry, no one in the An family dares to speak.
An Wen turned her head to look at Grandpa An and the others. The three of them were huddling together and talking in low voices. When they saw An Wen looking over, they immediately separated.
"Wenwen, go chase your brother." Mother An said softly.
Only An Wen can talk about this matter.
They also didn't want to be separated from Wenwen, the little princess who was afraid of falling in their hands, how could they want her to get hurt.
Only by becoming a fan can they understand their feelings. Seeing An Wen become stronger and become someone that others can't reach, nothing but pride is in her heart.
They also wanted the black fans to see An Wen's strength.
"I'm really angry." Dad An said.
An's mother nodded, and leaned into An's father's arms and said, "Husband, my son won't be cruel to Wenwen."
"How could he be willing?" Dad An said.
An Wen followed An Quan into the room without saying a word, very obedient.
An Quan wanted to scare her away with a sharp voice, but he couldn't bear it.
"Get out!" An Quan said.
An Wen was still standing beside him, motionless.
"You refused to listen to me and insisted on looking for guilt. In the future, you..." I couldn't say the following words.
He had never talked to his sister in such a fierce tone since he was a child, and it was already the limit to this extent.
Looking at An Wen, she was still standing obediently, looking down at her hands.
An Quan sighed, and said, "Are you sure that brother is reluctant to talk about you?"
"Brother, I really like the profession of an actor, and I hope you will support me, brother."
What An Wen said is the truth, family is very important to her, if An Quan really disagrees with her being an actor, it will have a great impact on her.
"Hand out!" An Quan said to her.
An Wen froze for a moment, then stretched out her left hand, which was less injured.
An Quan lifted the sleeves of her sunscreen, looked at the bruises and blood scabs on it, and felt distressed that the veins on her forehead slowly bulged.
"That's what you said you like. Look at your hand. I won't let you go back to China. It's useless to say anything." An Quan said sharply.
An Wen withdrew her hand, lowered her head and said firmly, "Brother, I want to go back."
"You... Wenwen... Do you want to feel sorry for your dead brother?" An Quan pushed An Wen on the sofa and sat down.
"Does it hurt? When you're hurt." An Quan asked.
"I've already forgotten that love is greater than pain. I don't feel pain." An Wen's eyes lit up when she talked about acting.
"Silly girl, you don't have to do anything, my brother will support you for the rest of my life, what are you doing so desperately!" An Quan scolded distressedly.
"Brother, I can support myself. Do you expect me to accomplish nothing and only spend money at home?"
"I hope you are like this, Wenwen, you don't have to work hard, you just need to spend money. Mom's shares and property are all for you, and grandma has left a lot of things for you. Grandma won't want you to get hurt .”