madam is a squeamish

"The main reason is that Youyou is the future wife of the Young Marshal, and already has such a proud husband as her backer.

I've thought about it, Xiran is in danger, if she adopts her cousin's name and has multiple identities in the future, she will be able to survive in this troubled world. "

An Zeyuan said slowly.

After hearing this, Mrs. An was a little satisfied, "You have a conscience.

Otherwise, even if Xiran agrees, I will never agree. "

It was still early, and when An Xiran went downstairs, he heard An Zeyuan's call.

Frowning slightly, she went downstairs, her eyes fixed on An Zeyuan.

"Did you call An Youyou because you wanted her to be An Jingchi's daughter?"

An Zeyuan walked up the stairs, "Xiran, listen to me."

Seeing his slightly comforting expression, An Xiran felt more and more that this was the case.

Both hands suddenly grabbed An Zeyuan's arms, "Just because she is your own daughter, you betrayed me for her?

I was also raised by you. I called you your father for more than twenty years. Am I inferior to her? "

An Zeyuan was dizzy by her shaking, and his attitude became a little annoyed.

"Xiran, what are you doing? Are you questioning your father?"

Anger rolled in An Xiran's chest, and he was dazzled by hatred.

Pushing An Zeyuan to the edge of the stairs, "Tell me, say that An Youyou is a bastard, and you won't have such a daughter in the future. Tell me, tell me!"

There was ardor and hatred in his eyes, like a ferocious and crazy beast, trying to swallow everything up.

An Zeyuan felt unwell from her tormenting, and felt a little dizzy.

"Xiran, let go of father." She wanted to push her away.

An Xiran didn't get the answer he wanted, and his hatred intensified.

"Are you refusing to tell? She is a bastard, not your own daughter? What do you want a bastard for? Huh?"

His eyes were staring like copper bells, and his eyes were fierce and terrifying.

"You, what did you say?" An Zeyuan's face was pale, as if he had high blood pressure.

Trying hard to hear An Xiran's words clearly.

She pushed An Zeyuan hard, "Are you going to protect her, I will let you die if you protect her.

Die, die! "

Goo-dong!
An Zeyuan's body rolled down the stairs
"what!"

An Xiran saw An Zeyuan rolling down the stairs, his body was bright red.

Opening his mouth hard, he seemed to be calling for help.
An Xiran looked at his hands and shook his head frantically, "It's not me, I didn't do it."

As if crazy, he pointed at An Zeyuan at the bottom of the stairs, "I didn't push it, it was An Youyou, it was An Youyou!"

The door was empty, and there seemed to be no one there.

Xiaoyuzi yelled twice, and found that the door was ajar, so she had to push it open and go in.

"Mr. An?" Keep walking inside.

Seeing the person lying in a pool of blood, Xiao Youzi rushed over, "Mr. An?"

After probing the main artery of the neck, Xiaoyouzi immediately shouted, "Come here, come here!"

An Xiran happened to come in with a bag, and when he saw it, he immediately yelled, "An Youyou, you actually murdered your father?"

At the same time, Mrs. An heard the noise coming down from upstairs, "Scared?"

Seeing An Zeyuan lying in a pool of blood, he hurriedly rushed down.

Holding An Zeyuan in his arms, he kept shouting, "Zeyuan, Zeyuan? Wake up, Zeyuan! Call the doctor, call the doctor!"

Xiao Youzi got up and wanted to call for someone, but An Xiran held her tightly and refused to let her go.

"What are you doing? You want to run away, you murderer, you killed your father!"

Xiaoyouzi was so anxious that she was about to cry, she didn't care about arguing with her, and slapped her face with a backhand with a bloody hand.

"Go away, don't waste time!"