From the time Han Yao was really his sister, it was the first time that Han Jin saw the expression on Han Yao's face other than sadness.

I was attracted at once, and at the same time, I sighed silently in my heart,

The brother who hasn't been with me for a long time is really not at all as good as the boyfriend who has been with him for a long time.

It seems that his sister, who has returned home, will not stay for long!

Han Jin, who was sighing in his heart, took away the chaotic thoughts in his heart, and Han Jin still walked towards Han Yao under the ginkgo tree,

"Sister ......"

Before he had time to utter a single syllable, Han Jin was frightened by the frightening scene under the ginkgo tree.

After two seconds of stunned, Han Jin, who had seen many big scenes, quickly reacted and ran towards Han Yao quickly,

Running and running, I was tripped by my right foot halfway, and the anxiety was completely about the concern for my blood relatives.

Concern is chaos.

"Sister!"

"Smack-"

A loud slap sounded under the ginkgo tree,

Fu Shaoli, who came out with a bowl at the kitchen door, directly witnessed the scene of Han Yao being slapped to the ground by Zhao Hong.

Han Jin's frightened voice came from the door of the mourning hall, but it failed to attract the attention of several people on the spot, but it alarmed the people in the mourning hall.

Han Yao was lying on the ground, his cheeks were hot and painful,

I don't know if I should say that she is unlucky and impartial, Han Yao was slapped directly on her vomit by Zhao Hong.

I was already feverish, muddy, and my head was still wrapped in gauze, and the wound on my head was not healed at all.

The wound on the right arm, there is no need to say anything, because the reaction is not as agile as before,

In this way, not only did she fall on her own vomit, but the wound on her right arm was subconsciously stretched out to support it.

One force, again, cracked.

it!

At that moment, Han Yao's first reaction was to feel that her heart was in a groove, why did she vomit under the ginkgo tree!

I didn't worry about my injury at the first time, and I couldn't understand Han Yao's brain circuit.

Fu Shaoli is worthy of being a special soldier, and the speed of the 100-meter sprint is fast.

Before Han Yao came out of the groove in his heart, he had already been helped up by Fu Shaoli.

There was no way to clean up the filth on his body except for the mess, and all the other dust and the like were cleaned up by Fu Shaoli, and then he was protected behind him.

looked at the angry woman opposite, and her eyes were very unkind.

Fu Shaoli's battle-hardened murderous momentum was not intended to be used to scare this ignorant village woman who didn't know the height of the sky.

But it hurt his heart, and he couldn't do it, so he had to press it from the momentum.

Han Yao, who was blocked by Fu Shaoli, felt the murderous momentum coming from Fu Shaoli, and silently put his forehead against his back,

Twisted a little,

Then he then pulled his clothes, and secretly stretched his dirty hand into Fu Shaoli's waist without anyone else seeing.

Obviously, the man was shocked, and then, his murderous momentum disappeared in a second.

Han Yao secretly smiled in her heart, although she felt that it was a little out of place, and besides, it was she who was hurt, but, how to say,

Maybe it's because of the sadness and happiness that she has the meaning of playing,

The hand was caught, and Fu Shaoli's calloused hand pinched her hand that was also calloused and signaled her not to make trouble.

Han Yao mischievously squeezed his hand back, and then jerked it back.

walked out from behind Fu Shaoli, looked at Zhao Hong with a smile, and leaned sideways slightly,

Let the sleeve on the right arm turn red because the wound was split again, revealing in front of Zhao Hong's eyes,

"Auntie, I see ...... You don't want anything that belongs to your family...... Huh!"