if love is invisible

Chen Mian pursed her lips: "When Xue'er is a hundred days old, help Xue'er enter the family tree."

Han Feishen didn't want this answer.

"anything else?"

"I won't tell you, Han Feishen."

Han Fei narrowed his beautiful peach eyes.

Is it as he imagined, Grandpa made some promises to Chen Mian?About his future?

"Chen Mian, I advise you to recognize your role clearly. You are just a young lady who doesn't deserve your name. Without my permission, you can't even get out of this banana building."

"The one who can save your life is me, Han Feichen."

Chen Mian 'looked' over and said quietly: "So, are you threatening me to take my daughter away again? Han Feichen, don't you think that you, a big man, threaten a blind man who can't see every day, and you have no character. ?"

"Oh, I forgot, you have no character."

"When I love you, my love is trash. When you see me, you think it's an eyesore and dirty. When I don't love you, my dignity is trash. I'm just a sandbag for you to vent your anger."

"It's really sad that the sense of accomplishment of the dignified young master of the Han family comes from me, a weak woman." Chen Mian laughed.

Han Feishen clenched his fingers tightly.

She was trying to provoke him, she was testing his bottom line.

"If you are a man, use your sincerity to make your woman willing to sacrifice for you!"

After Chen Mian finished speaking, she paused, "Oh, I forgot, Chen Luoluo might be willing."

Han Fei pinched her chin deeply: "Chen Mian, I just found out today that you are so talkative, and since you are so talkative, let's say enough here! You can't stop unless I tell you to stop!"

"otherwise--"

Being caught by Han Feishen, Chen Mian had no other choice. She immediately began to repeat what she had said just now. She kept repeating what she had said just now, and her tone did not change. She kept repeating until Han Feishen left angrily.

Han Feishen walked out of the banana building, and the phone in his pocket rang. It was Gao Jinbao calling: "Young master, Ms. Chen went to the hospital to prescribe medicine to unblock the mammary glands, and also gave lactation injections."

Han Fei hummed, cut off the call, stared back at the banana building for a long time, and decided to leave.

Neither he nor Xue'er can be trapped by Chen Mian.

The nanny has to keep looking, there are so many people in the world, there is always one that Xueer likes.

The winter solstice has passed, and it will be the Spring Festival in a short time. At this time in previous years, Shiwo Mountain has already started cleaning and cleaning, and large lanterns have been hung at the entrance of the courtyard. This year, for some reason, the winter solstice has passed for more than half a month Yes, Ziwei Courtyard is still deserted.

"Uncle Ren!" Han Fei called out to the housekeeper.

Uncle Ren came back from the backyard with a respectful face: "What's your order, Master?"

"Why hasn't the Ziwei Courtyard been cleaned yet?"

Uncle Ren was stunned for a moment, then understood, and said, "Master, you were not married before, so the year-end cleaning of Ziwei Courtyard was arranged by the mansion. Last year you were married, so it was arranged by the young lady."

"Young madam started making arrangements just after the winter solstice last year. This year..." Uncle Ren knew that proposing Chen Mian in front of Han Feishen was courting death, so he only dared to talk up to this point, and he really didn't dare to go any further.

Han Feishen's expression turned cold: "Could it be that there is no Chen Mian in this courtyard, so you don't know how to do things? You receive the salary of the Han family! You are from my Ziwei courtyard! The owner of this courtyard is me!"

"Start cleaning today! Uncle Ren, you are in charge!"

After giving orders, Han Feishen went straight into the study and paced in it. After a while, he made several phone calls in a row. All the calls had only one meaning: to find a nanny for Han Xueer.

Han Feichen was very fast, and the next morning, two young mothers came to the banana building, and Han Xueer was carried to another room when Chen Mian was still kneeling and sleeping on the edge of the bed.

Dr. Wang stared nervously at the two strange women, his face full of hostility.

Han Xueer was just hungry, and smelling the aroma of milk, she went straight to it, sucked a few mouthfuls, and immediately pushed it out, with her little head tilted to and fro, and refused to eat no matter what.

"She's not hungry yet." Xiao Qi reminded.

When Han Xueer was hungry, the two young women tried a few more times. Not only did Xueer not eat, but she also cried so loudly that she twitched, and it sounded desolate.

"Han Feishen!" Chen Mian woke up, heard crying, and cried anxiously in the room, "You are angry, you are dissatisfied, you come to me! Don't torment Xue'er!"

The door was opened, Han Xueer was carried in by Xiao Qi, and immediately put into Chen Mian's arms, the baby immediately stopped crying and ate happily.

Chen Mian breathed a sigh of relief, and 'looked' towards the door: "Han Feichen, is Chen Luoluo injured again and bleeding heavily, and needs my blood transfusion? Yes, I will transfuse, as long as I have my life To breastfeed Xue'er, I will give you as much blood as you want."

There was an unusual silence outside the door.

In the afternoon, another four or five young women were brought in. Like the two in the morning, Han Xueer resisted extremely, and was so frightened that she screamed and was tortured a lot. Han Feichen felt sorry for her daughter, so she had to temporarily stop looking for a nanny.

Han Xueer was tossed a lot, and she became easily startled when she slept. Dr. Wang wrapped her in a blanket, but it didn't help at all. She often screamed and cried in her sleep.

Chen Mian was so distressed that she burst into tears and dared not sleep all night long. As long as Han Xueer snorted, she immediately comforted her. After a few days, Chen Mian was so thin that her eye sockets were sunken, her face was even more sallow, and her appetite was also lost. It got worse.

Han Xueer's spirit was also sluggish. When Han Feishen opened the door and came in, Chen Mian was staring out the window in a daze. Han Xueer stared at the ceiling, and it took a long time to turn her eyes. She didn't have the agility of a few days ago.

"Han Feichen, are you satisfied with making our mother and daughter suffer like this?"

Chen Mian knelt down and pointed to her chest, "Come on, come at me with a knife, as long as you don't torment my daughter, I can bear it, you can come at me alone, let Xueer go, let go my daughter."

Han Fei looked at Chen Mian's kneeling upright posture, his eyes darkened.

There was a fire in his chest that kept circling, but it never came out, and now the only vent channel was blocked, so he tore off his coat with force.

The buttons were thrown all over the place.

Chen Mian couldn't see, but she had keen hearing. Even if the floor was covered with thick and soft carpets, she could tell what they were from the small sound of the buttons falling.

The whole person knelt down and put his forehead on the ground: "Please."

Han Fei took a few steps back and said, "Chen Mian, don't think that Xue'er has to do with you now, I'll take another look at you—"

Speaking of this, the mobile phone in his pocket yelled, and when he took it out, it belonged to Chen Luoluo. He frowned deeply, but still picked it up: "Hello?"

Chen Luoluo's sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ah Chen, I have milk! I can feed our daughter myself!"

Han Fei paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Chen Mian. Seeing Chen Mian's stiff back, the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction, and said, "Come to the banana building now and breastfeed our daughter yourself."

After cutting off the call, Han Fei smiled coldly: "Chen Mian, did you hear that? Luo Luo can feed Xue'er by herself, and Xue'er doesn't need you anymore!"

Chen Mian didn't speak, but trembled, her forehead pressed firmly against the floor, and her ten fingers were tightly clenched.

Chen Luoluo and her are sisters, they have the same blood flowing on their bodies, Xue'er, can she tell who is her mother?