3 Bay Street

Back then, the news that An Jing hooked up with the eldest son of the Han family was widely spread in this area.

Later, Grandma Zhang sent her grandson Zhang Ming to Songcheng with the two little dolls.

The Han family in Songcheng is a well-known big family.

Along the way, Zhang Ming kept telling the two little dolls to keep their mouths sweet, shout and laugh when they entered the gate.But as soon as he got to the gate, he was stopped by two security guards who refused to let him in.

Zhang Ming is in a hurry, his family is not rich, so he doesn't want to raise two oil bottles.

At this moment, a black car drove over not far from there.

The car window was rolled down, and an old lady about 60 years old saw the security guard and the couple arguing, and her complexion suddenly turned bad: "What's going on? Huh?"

Along the way, An Yu heard Zhang Ming say that Mrs. Han is now the master of the Han family.

He was young, but at that time he trotted over based on his intuition, leaned against the car window, and with smiling eyes, he yelled crisply: "Grandma, I miss you!"

Mrs. Han was furious at the time: "Where is the wild child? What are you yelling here?"

The old lady had a violent temper when she was young, and she had a very bad temper. Even now that she is old, it is scary to get angry.

After all, An Yu was young, her face turned pale with fright, and her little hands lying on the car window silently let go.

Mrs. Han spoke, and the security guard at the gate of the house began to wave them away.A security guard tugged on An Yu's collar, and he stood up, "This is not a place for you to stay, hurry up!"

Along the way, An Yu heard Zhang Ming mutter that if the Han family refused to take him in, he would have to pick up trash.Thinking of this, he struggled desperately, his little hands fluttered, and his voice was shrill: "I won't go! I won't go! Grandma... grandma!"

Several security guards pushed and told them to leave. Zhang Ming was sweating anxiously. He turned his head to see that boy An Chen was standing indifferently. Your grandma!"

An Chen shook off his hand, and firmly said a word: "No!"

"Oh," Zhang Ming almost burst into anger, "You little bastard!"

An Chen turned his head and looked up at him very displeased.

Zhang Ming laughed angrily: "Hey, you little bastard, are you still not happy to say something about you?"

With a cold face, An Chen grabbed the small schoolbag on his body and threw it at Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming was unprepared for a while, the small schoolbag hit his stomach, the pain was so painful that Zhang Ming was so angry, he stepped forward and grabbed An Chen's arm, who knew that An Chen turned his head and bit, Zhang Ming Taking a deep breath in pain, he suddenly pushed hard, and with a bang, An Chen fell to the ground, his cheeks were scratched and bloodshot.Zhang Ming looked down at his arm, good boy, you bite really hard!

After only looking down, An Chen got up again, puffed up his face, and rushed towards him.

Zhang Ming was about to cry, this kid is a fucking wild dog!

No, just a little mad dog!

Whoever messes with who is unlucky!

An Chen was only halfway through the charge when someone grabbed his arm.

He turned his head and saw that it was a young man pulling him.

The young man was wearing a pair of brown sunglasses, his face could not be seen clearly, and he was leaning on a cane in his hand. He was half bent and smiled at An Chen: "You are young, but you have a big temper!"

The temperament is mild and the tone is light.

An Chen, who grew up in the West District, was used to hearing all kinds of rough language and abuse, but the person in front of him, although wearing sunglasses, had a faint smile on his mouth, which made An Chen startled and forgot to struggle.

Afterwards, Mrs. Han who followed took a look at An Chen. Her dirty clothes and disheveled face made her frown even more. She turned her head and sternly said to the security guards watching: "What are you all doing?"

It was noon at this time, and the sun was very hot. Mrs. Han only cared about her son's body, she turned her head and said to the young man, "Let them take care of these trivial matters. Ah Ning, don't just stand here, go back to the car with Mom." inside."

The young man smiled: "Since the two children have found this place, let's invite them in for a sit down."

"Okay, okay, get in the car first, don't get sunburned."

The young man laughed: "Mom, I'm not so delicate..."

After the car drove into the gate, turned a corner and disappeared, Zhang Ming pinched An Yu's small face and said, "Did you see that? The one who spoke just now was your uncle. Your father is dead, and the Han family will be his from now on." When you go in, the first one will be called grandma, and the second one will be called uncle, do you hear me?"

An Yu smiled happily: "That little uncle is very nice..."

The fourth son of the Han family has been a well-known figure in the entire Songcheng since he was a child. His appearance, talent, and self-cultivation are simply models of the upper class and famous sons.It's just that God can't give all the benefits to one person. It is said that this Mr. Han had an accident in high school, injured his left leg, and ended up with the problem of not leaving his body with a cane when he went out. It was considered a commotion in Songcheng back then.

An Yu dragged Zhang Ming's hand to go in, but An Chen stayed where he was.

An Yu glanced at him resentfully, then turned around and said to Zhang Ming with a smile: "Brother Zhang Ming, forget it, he's just like this, let's ignore him, whether he comes or not, let's go in..."

Zhang Ming is a college student, but he also lacks patience and has always been impatient in doing things.Grandma Zhang knew about her grandson's problems, and told him to send the two babies to Han's house as soon as he went out.If it wasn't for his grandma's strict warnings, and An Chen's gloomy and irritable temper, Zhang Ming would have thrown him halfway.

Zhang Ming didn't dare to provoke him, and was worrying about how to let this little ancestor in. Unexpectedly, An Chen followed them silently.

Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and entered the door. An old man in his fifties who claimed to be Butler Lin came over and led the two children to the side hall.

Zhang Ming was eager to get rid of the two small oil bottles, so he only drank a cup of tea in the side hall and ran away in a hurry.

An Yu smiled and waved without hesitation: "Bye, Brother Zhang Ming!"

As soon as he got out of the gate, Zhang Ming spat out angrily: "You two heartless little bastards!"

On the third day, the hall was very lively, with more than a dozen adults and seven or eight children.

At this time, An Yu has been changed into a small white suit by the servants of the Han family, and she has carefully dressed up, just like a little golden boy, very lovable.

"Hi, grandma!" He stood in the middle of the hall in a dignified manner, shouted loudly to Mrs. Han who was sitting on the top seat, then turned his head and shouted to the young man next to Mrs. Han, "Fourth Uncle good!"

The adults around were all amazed.

At this time, Mrs. Han also verified that this was her grandson, and she became much kinder.She nodded, very satisfied with this well-behaved little grandson, then raised her eyes and saw another little grandson with a blank face, neither shouting nor smiling innocently like a normal child, standing alone in the middle .

Mrs. Han waited for a long time, but she didn't see the child calling her, so she became a little unhappy immediately: "What's the matter? This child is silent?"

An Yu smiled cutely, and he answered, "Grandma, he's like this, he doesn't talk to anyone, it's very rude!"

Mrs. Han frowned slightly.

An Chen squeezed his little fist, turned around and wanted to leave, the young man sitting in front smiled lightly and said, "Well, maybe this little guy is too shy."

An Chen turned his head, like a little hedgehog with fried fur, staring vigilantly at the young man walking towards him with a cane.

Seeing the young man standing in front of him and reaching out to touch his face, he instinctively raised his fist, but the fist was still in the air, and a cold Band-Aid was stuck to his face, covering his face. A thin scratch.

A few days ago, he was pushed to the ground by Zhang Ming, and his face was scratched by a small stone. The servants of the Han family didn't care, it was so hot, and it hurt for several days, so he couldn't help but keep silent.

A cartoon white rice Band-Aid was pasted on his face, making the child, who was full of cold and violent aura, look soft and cute.

The young man bent over and smiled, "It's pretty cute when it's not fighting."

The child stared at him angrily, turned his head, and said nothing.

An elder from a collateral line of the Han family whispered in Mrs. Han's ear, "When are these two children going to be included in the family tree?"

When Mrs. Han thought of the identities of the mothers of the two children, she couldn't help but sulk: "A girl from a bar, what qualifications does she have to be included in the Han family's genealogy?"

The collateral elder nodded, and then he didn't look so eagerly at the two children.