madam is a squeamish

The surprise in Xiaoyouzi's eyes flashed, and he immediately understood what was going on.

He said casually, "Didn't you give her a knife and send her to heaven earlier?"

Cheng An took her words seriously, "The An family and his wife are all here, so it's hard to do anything!"

Seeing what the two said, Xiaoju was too frightened to speak out.

Yawned, "Xiaoju, you go down first, I'll sleep later."

Xiaoju whispered anxiously, "Miss Yuzu, what time is this?

Are you still sleeping?Don't you know that there are many things about adoptiveness in this Anjia Festival! "

Little Yuzi, "What's the rush, anyway, things got messed up today.

An Xiran risked her life to become a stumbling block, I can't really make her unhappy, can I? "

Xiaoju, "Then what about entering the family tree?"

Xiaoyuzi, "The future is long, so I'm not afraid that I won't have a chance. I'm just worried that An Xiran's life is hard enough, how many times can he fight with his life?"

Xiaoju backed away with her clothes in her hands.

Xiaoyuzi turned around and went in, poured a cup of hot water, and handed a cup to He Chengan along the way.

"An Xiran is still taking sleeping pills this time?"

Cheng An shook his head, "Cut the wrist! The cut was not shallow! I guess it was time-calculated, the wound was deep, but it was discovered in time.

I asked someone about it. In order to appease her, Mrs. An also ordered a new dress for her. It should be about the same time as Xiaoju sent it. "

Xiaoyouzi gulped down two sips of water and looked at the glass.

"Not counting the time, it means that giving me the head is not a stumbling block. This time she really spent a lot of money."

He touched his wrist involuntarily, and it hurt a little.

"Go and tell Mr. An and Mrs. An, since there is an accident today, let's change it to next week. Remember, say it in front of An Xiran."

She wanted to see how many times An Xiran could use the trick of forcing her to death?

In the ward, Mrs. An was crying, and An Zeyuan's eyes were red.

"Xiran, why are you so stupid?"

An Xiran was lying on the hospital bed, the injuries on her face were still not healed, and her wrists were tightly wrapped.

With a look of lovelessness, "You just let me die, I have nothing, and I have become a joke of An's family!"

An Zeyuan, "Don't you have parents if you say something stupid?"

An Xiran burst into tears, very pitiful.

Cheng An could hear clearly at the door, his brows were furrowed, and he knocked on the door.

"Mr. An, Mrs. An, our master asked me to convey a few words."

Only then did An Zeyuan think of today's business, and he was a little anxious, "Something happened to Xiran today, I'm afraid it's a matter of adoptive family history."

Cheng An, "Don't worry, Mr. An. The little madam said that since there was an accident today, let's change it to next week."

An Zeyuan nodded immediately when he heard Xiaoyouzi's understanding, "Okay, okay, it's good that she doesn't get angry. I'll explain to the people in the clan myself."

Cheng An nodded, and took a special look at An Xiran, "Miss An has a good rest, learn more from experience, and then she will be able to perform exceptionally next time."

The words are meaningful and the irony is obvious.

The Yi family's slanderous kung fu has far-reaching influence from top to bottom.

An Xiran's face turned pale with anger
Mrs. An hurriedly comforted her, "Xiran, don't take it to heart, Cheng An can't speak."

An Xiran was in a hurry, but there was nothing she could do about him.

I had no choice but to pull the quilt over my head with my right hand, and didn't speak.

Mrs. An still wanted to say something, but the attending doctor came in with a notebook.

He glanced at the two of them apologetically, "I have something to tell the two of you. Miss An's body is a little weak, but there is nothing wrong with her."

Mrs. An breathed a sigh of relief, and became visibly happy.