"Auntie, repeat it."
Tang Xinrou shook her finger, "It's not the past tense, but it never happened."
She only vaguely heard that when her aunt was young, oh, eighteen or nineteen years old, she was very infatuated with someone she only met once.
It seems that the surname is Huo.
Now that I think about it, it's probably the 'brother love' that Yaoyao was talking about.
"soy Mujer!"
Xia Rao clicked her tongue softly, "It's really hurting you for nothing," she gathered her shawl, "Your little uncle is still waiting for me outside the school, let's go first, bye-"
After finishing speaking, she stepped on her high-heeled shoes, twisted her waist coquettishly and walked away.
Tang Xinrou chuckled, put his hands around his mouth like a trumpet, "Go slowly, aunt! Say hello to my uncle for me!"
Xia Rao ignored her and waved her hands leisurely with her back turned.
After the stimulation, it seems a little empty.
Tang Xinrou looked around and scratched her head, "Eh? When did Shen Xun leave?" He didn't even call her.
It is too much! !
"Feiran, what happened to your face?"
An Jun frowned, looking at his son distressedly.
This son was taken abroad by his mother since he was a child, and An Jun has no plans to look for him again these years. An Feiran is his only son, and he is also his pride.
"Dad, I'm fine!"
An Feiran scratched his head, smiled shyly, but his eyes sparkled, "Those who hit me have already learned a lesson, you see—" They were much worse than me.
An Jun looked in the direction he pointed, and couldn't help coughing lowly, fearing that he would accidentally laugh out loud.
the kid—
It was a bit miserable to be beaten.
And crying, with a lot of tears and snot, and people seem a little dull.
Compared with them, my son is good, how can he be a little bit of a star
It's just that, let alone his son's injury, even if his son's skin is scratched, it's a big deal in An Jun's eyes!
"Fei Ran, who helped you? We have to thank her well! By the way, do you know what she likes? Afterwards, Dad will help you prepare some thank you gifts for her."
"Huh? Thank you?"
An Feiran blushed, thought carefully, and finally choked out a word: "Money."
"Huh? What did you say?" An Jun suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
"Money!" An Feiran amplified her volume, "She likes money!"
Looking at her appearance when she asked Yan Ruoyang for money, she was full of enthusiasm. She probably likes money, right
"Hey, I like this hobby!" An Jun laughed loudly, "By the way, is that classmate here? Dad wants to say thank you to her face to face."
There is no one who doesn't like money, but it's refreshing for An Jun to be so straightforward and generous.
"She just left."
An Feiran blinked, "Dad, didn't you see it just now?"
"Huh? Which one?"
"It's the one that was taken away by Mr. Huo just now."
The father and son asked and answered, followed by a long silence.
At the same time, the people who did not leave were also looking at An Jun without a trace, and the more they looked, the more frightened they became.
Wait a minute, why does this person look familiar
Although he is poorly dressed, he looks a bit like the chairman of An's International—
An Jun didn't know the doubts in other people's hearts, and he didn't feel ashamed of what he was wearing.
He was obviously shocked, "You mean that little girl?" He didn't see her face clearly, only heard her sobbing.
So, she wasn't bullied and helped her son
An Feiran nodded, rolled his eyes, pointed at the bodyguards who couldn't get up on the ground and said in admiration: "Yeah~ and these, she also hit them, it's amazing!!"