The city's high-rise buildings, everything seen through the dark window panes, seemed familiar and strange to Anne. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I've never seen these strange neon wines, and I haven't been surprised and curious because I have a memory.

However, the winter here doesn't seem to be as bitterly cold as the Demon Realm.

The car stopped in front of a three-story duplex villa with a lawn garden of more than 100 square meters in front of the door, and the dim vision could not see its color clearly, and the moment the car door was opened, a biting cold wind instantly swept the whole body, Anne subconsciously shrunk her neck, and the next second there was a thick coat covering herself.

"Hurry up and take the young lady into the house, it's cold outside." Skillfully took Anne out of the car and placed her in a wheelchair, Bei Qianhui carefully told Zhao's mother who was walking towards her, and said to the driver in the car: "Xiao Wang, park the car and go home early, I've worked hard for you today." ”

The driver, Xiao Wang, nodded respectfully and parked the car into the garage steadily.

Looking at Bei Qianhui, who was draped over her body, with her hands on her chest, and only a thin sweater was left on her body, Anne suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart, but she didn't know what to say. Rebirth gave her such a cheap mother, but Anne was caught off guard and didn't know how to play the role of a good daughter.

As soon as she entered the door, a warm current swept through her body, and looking down the empty and gorgeous living room, Anne couldn't help but frown.

At this moment, An Guoqiang is sitting on the sofa.

Hearing the sound, An Guoqiang turned his head, saw Anne and Bei Qianhui coming back, slowly put down the 'Today's Times' in his hand and stood up, his cold eyes were mixed with the twisted eyebrows, and the word 'ugly' was written on his face. It seems that An Guoqiang is still worried about Bei Qianhui's rejection of him in public today.

"Coming back?" The sofa finally gave up torturing itself because of this 'behemoth', and gradually returned to its original state with a long sigh of relief. When I looked up, the big clock hanging on the white wall was already past ten o'clock.

"Yes." Replaced with a warm drag, Bei Qianhui's eyes still only fell on Annie, and the face that was still smiling immediately became cold at this moment.

"Sir, madam......" Zhao's mother stood awkwardly by the shoe cabinet, neither walking, nor leaving. Although Zhao's mother didn't know what was going on, she could still feel the hidden smell of gunpowder between An Guoqiang and Bei Qianhui.

"Mother Zhao, take the young lady back to the house." An Guoqiang said coldly, staring at Bei Qianhui with sharp and cloudy eyes, "I think we have to talk about it." ”

Mother Zhao nodded, exhaled with relief, and pushed Anne into the room.

"Mom......" Anne looked at Bei Qianhui hesitantly, and her thin little hands tightly grasped Bei Qianhui's sleeves.

The heating in the room was turned on to the extreme, but Anne, who was in a wheelchair, felt faintly uneasy, and two different cold forces were quietly playing against each other.

"Mother Zhao, take the young lady back to the house!"

An Guoqiang's angry tone shocked Zhao's mother's heart, she was just a subordinate who did things, although she was more inclined to Bei Qianhui in her heart, but both sides were masters, she couldn't offend anyone and couldn't afford to offend, so she could only look at Bei Qianhui helplessly at this time.

"It's okay Xiaonie." Holding Anne's cold little hand, Bei Qianhui gently patted Anne's head, and when she looked at An Guoqiang again, her intimate tone changed sharply, "It's just right, I also have something to talk to you about." ”

"Miss, let's go back to the room...... Zhao's mother's heart had already risen to her throat, and when she saw that Anne finally let go, she immediately pushed Anne away from the 'war scene'.

This kind of thing, it's better not to be onlookers.

In the room full of princess powder, Anne was skillfully picked up by Zhao's mother and placed on the bed. Although this is the dream room of many girls, Anne feels strange no matter how she looks at it at this time.

The lace sheets sewn with delicate lace, the woven pollen tent at the four feet faintly fell, the pink down quilt was neatly stacked in the corner of the bed, and at a glance, even the pillow was sewn with two large bows on both sides.

Well, it seems that there is a lack of masculinity.

Anne swept the room full of princess breath with a delicate little face, thinking about how to transform it, and there was a faint feeling of heat between her legs.

But Anne still didn't care, thinking of An Guoqiang's fierce appearance just now, Anne had a bad premonition. This strange man, for as long as Anne can remember, was so ruthless, and once Anne accidentally knocked over a broken teapot in his collection, only to be pointed at her nose and poked in the back: How did I give birth to your waste daughter?

It's no wonder that it's okay!

Looking at the back of Zhao's mother going out, the door was carefully closed with a click, and almost at the same time, Annie's 'scrapped legs' shook again.

Anne sighed helplessly: It's really difficult to pretend to be a disabled person!

Now Anne can't move, she has to rely on others for food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and she has not eaten at all since she woke up, so that her stomach is already hungry.

Thinking of this, Anne quietly got out of bed, put her ear to the door, and listened to the movement outside.

The expected 'smashing and burning' did not happen, on the contrary, everything outside the boudoir came through Anne's ears, and it was surprisingly quiet.

Shouldn't it...... Anne thought about it, and felt her shriveled little belly to go out to forage for food, but she could still faintly see the light through the crack in the door, so she had to endure it forcibly.

Anne was desperately hungry, her calves trembling, and her eyes staring at the crack in the door were bloodshot.

After about an hour, the lights in the living room finally went out, and Anne had an idea, and put her ear to the door again to listen to the movement, until she was sure that Zhao's mother was also asleep, then she cautiously opened the door and crept out.

Just in case, Anne thought about it and turned back and pushed her wheelchair out with her.

According to the memories of the previous owner in the body, Anne made her way to the large refrigerator in the kitchen after skillfully navigating the living room.

There was a lot of food in the refrigerator, and Anne almost drooled, there were not only roast chicken and roast duck, but also many ingredients that would only be available in summer, and many delicacies that she had never eaten but had already coveted. But most of these things need to be heated or processed, and Anne thinks about it, and finally picks only a few fruits of her favorite, and leaves with them in her hand.

Almost silently, just as Anne carefully pushed the wheelchair through the living room, the light in the living room turned on strangely!

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(Ah, it's been longer in the blink of an eye...... I'm guilty, I'm guilty. ）

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