The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

   Chapter 1358 Whose portrait belongs to

  Yang Dianfeng frowned tightly.

  It’s not that he has never seen a woman sent to the door in recent years. I don't know how many I have seen before throwing away the handkerchief and sending food.

   but was chased to the gate. This is the first time.

   "Miss Ruan, I don't know where Yang made you misunderstand?" Yang Dianfeng was not a pity, and he was never indecisive.

   "When I saw the girl being embarrassed that day, Yang just helped me. If I help, I can cause trouble for myself, but Yang doesn't know how to do it."

   "Yang said to Miss Ruan earlier that Yang didn't mean to you." Yang Dianfeng didn't leave any affection.

  Miss Ruan could hear tears, she barely stood up until she was holding on to the door.

  But she doesn’t want to marry someone else to fill the house.

  The Yang family has a high status, and he is the son of the elder. Once he enters the door, he can be the master of the house. Her stepmother would definitely not help her when she went there, so she could only come to Yang's house with a brazen face.

  The two older brothers were raised by stepmothers and she had to rely on herself.

   "But, Yang Gongzi's room clearly placed... my portrait." Girl Ruan bit her lower lip lightly.

  This is what she knows that she bought the maid of the Yang family.

  At that time, the maid was very fond of her.

  Yang Dianfeng frowned, remembering that there was a portrait hidden in his house.

  But, that’s not Miss Ruan.

  Yang Dianfeng's face was dark.

   "Miss Ruan, that's not you. Please leave. To avoid suspicion, Miss Ruan will not set foot in the Yang family. Yang only saved you once, and hope Miss Ruan will take revenge!"

   Yang Dianfeng's words made her face white instantly.

  "But it's me in the portrait, how can you talk like that, I..." Before the voice fell, I heard a sweet voice.

"what are you doing?"

  Yang Dianfeng's figure froze fiercely, and when he turned his head, he saw the ball looking at him innocently.

  And, the girl Ruan behind her.

   When the two stood together, Yang Dianfeng realized that in fact, the two were not similar in five points, at most three points, or even less.

  The ball can be seen through at a glance, simple and simple. It's like a fairy who has strayed into the world. Everyone is a three-pointed smile.

  Ms. Ruan, probably because she lived in Zhuangzi since she was a child. Deep-minded, originally similar to the five points of the ball, in the eye-catching calculations and trade-offs, the gap has been opened up.

The moment Miss Ruan saw her, she was stunned.

   "What are you doing out? Didn't you accompany my mother around the garden? Why don't you wear more clothes, it will snow soon." Yang Dianfeng took off the big cloak and put it on the ball.

  Yuqiu looked at Miss Ruan curiously, she had no attention in her eyes, only curiosity.

  She even smiled at Miss Ruan, very kind.

  The food container in Miss Ruan’s hand can hardly be lifted, so it turns out...that’s how it is.

  She always feels that Young Master Yang looks at her as if looking at others through her.

  Unexpectedly, it turned out to be true.

  The portrait in the other house...

  I'm afraid it is her, right? ?

   Miss Ruan ran away with a white face and tears.

   But there was a whisper in his heart.

  Mingming maid said that Young Master Yang did not come into contact with any woman, so who is she? Which girl is it?

   Miss Ruan ran back to Ruan's house crying all the way. I cried all night and swelled my eyes.

  I immediately sent someone to investigate the next day. I realized that there was something weird about this matter.

  The girl who called the ball was actually the Yang family where no one knew where she came from, and no one knew when she went.

   Although Mrs. Zheng is her distant niece to the outside world, the Zheng family still has collateral in Beijing.

   does not belong to the one encountered.

  Then the ball, who is it?

  Ms. Ruan bit her teeth and her eyes moved slightly.

  (End of this chapter)