Rebirth: National Crown Prince

Miss Ling~ Aunt Xue shouted and walked in.

But what happened next made her almost fall.

Ah, my Miss Ling, what are you doing?

Wan Ling was a little tearful, and she was holding a pair of scissors in her hand, as if she was planning to cut off her hair.

Aunt Xue quickly took the scissors from Wan Ling's hand and placed them on the table nearby. Then she quickly checked Wan Ling up and down to see if there was any injury.

Seeing that Wan Ling only had a short hair, she said helplessly and distressedly: Why should Miss Ling cut her hair when she is so good? It's such a pity to cut such long and black hair.

Wan Ling was stunned. She looked up at Aunt Xue and shouted softly in a light voice: Aunt Xue?

Aunt Xue, who was playing with Ti Wan Ling's hair, was suddenly shocked. She grabbed Wan Ling's shoulders with both hands: Miss Ling, did you just call me Aunt Xue?

Wan Ling pursed her lips, and then said lightly: Aunt Xue.

Great, Aunt Xue said with a happy face, Miss Ling, you are finally awake, great, great.

Wan Ling lowered his head, it was not that she finally woke up, but that she had always been awake, but she had been deceiving herself!

Trying to box herself in, not wanting to ask about things that made her sad.

But now she seems to understand that if she continues like this, she will really be useless for the rest of her life. She still has many things that she has not done yet, and she wants to achieve them.

So her first step was to cut her long hair short and start a new life.

If the prince knows, he will definitely be very happy. Aunt Xue's voice rang in Wan Ling's ears.

Wan Ling was startled, his eyes were in a trance, and the image of the boy walking towards him against the light once again appeared in his mind. It really felt like a person from the sky came from the altar to the dust, like a fairy boy.

No, Wan Ling is so good and eats on time, how can he be angry? The gentle voice seemed to ring in Wan Ling's ears again.

Is he... my cousin... Wan Ling whispered, and tugged on the corners of his clothes with both hands.

Seeing Wan Ling's longing look, Aunt Xue couldn't help but smile and said softly: Yes, the prince is your cousin. He is a very gentle and handsome man.

Wan Ling's originally dull eyes finally showed a glimmer of light. Brother, will she also have a brother?

Wan Ling has known since she was sensible that she doesn't like her parents, but her mother always looks at her with disgust, her father doesn't care, her sister is better than her, and her parents always want to praise her for all the good things.

At that time, when she was hiding in the corner and watched many people and parents singing happy birthday to her sister, she was really envious. She was so envious that she often cried secretly alone.

She thought it was because her parents liked her sister so much because she was excellent, so she tried her best to become better. But no matter how good she was, she couldn't change her mother's eyes of disgust and contempt, so she gave up. Since her parents didn't If you like her, let her be like this!

Looking at the happy child, Aunt Xue couldn't help but feel a little sour in her heart. No one had cared about this child since she was a child. If she hadn't been in the Wan family, she couldn't imagine what this child would have become?

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Wanda Mao once again stepped into Wan's house looking down and out.

Sir. The maid came up and said.

Wanda Mao didn't look at the maid, he walked into Wan's house intently.

You're back. This is the porridge I just made for you. Now that you're back, you need to make up for it.

Looking at Zhang Bangkok in front of him, Wanda Mao couldn't believe when Bangkok, who was so aggressive and unreasonable, became so gentle.

Is it because he went to jail?

Thinking of this, Wanda Mao's eyes couldn't help but soften, and he held Zhang Banggu's hand with both hands, Bangko has really worked hard on you. Don't worry, you and He'er's things will not be taken away by others.

Zhang Banggu smiled softly and patted Wanda Mao's hand, I believe you.