Chapter 20: Dissolution
Fang Huimin looked down at He An'an, and persuaded awkwardly: "An'an, Auntie is not urging you to eat, if you are not full, just continue to eat, I am not." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.infoγγγγγ β
He Anan shook his head: "I'm full." Saying that she refused to sit down and continue eating, Fang Huimin had no choice but to take her back to the bedroom on the second floor.
When there were no outsiders, He Jianbin's face sank, and the chopsticks in his hand snapped on the dining table.
"What do you want to do!" Old Man He was holding the teacup, but he was not frightened, but just looked over with condensed eyebrows.
He Jianbin met Old Man He's gaze, and the anger in his heart dropped a little, and he complained: "After all, it's not biological, you see An An's cautious appearance just now, I feel uncomfortable when I see it." β
Old Man He glared at him: "What nonsense? An An has just arrived in a new environment, and it should be uncomfortable at the beginning, why did he arrange Huimin? β
He Jianbin did not have the habit of contradicting his father, and when he was reprimanded like this, he closed his mouth, but the expression on his face was still indignant.
Old Man He glanced at the piece of white fish that fell on the dining table, and softened his tone: "Who can you blame for this?" Who told you to bring back An An all of a sudden? It's normal for Huimin to feel uncomfortable, who can accept it right away? When you go back yourself, think about it, and always compare your heart with your heart in everything. β
He Jianbin knew that his father was also for his good, nodded his head, and drank tea with his father, then turned around and went to the study.
He Anan followed Fang Huimin upstairs, and when she got upstairs, Fang Huimin instructed Jiang's mother to wait for He Fangyao and He Zongchao to wash, and she personally accompanied He Anan back to the room.
Standing in the bathroom, Fang Huimin helped He Anan wash up, then picked up a towel and gently helped her wipe her face.
The soft towel covered his face, soft and comfortable, and through the towel, He An'an heard Fang Huimin's gentle voice sound: "An'an, Auntie has something to talk to you about, okay?" β
The towel was taken away, He Anan opened his eyes, and saw Fang Huimin's young and beautiful face, with a loving smile on her face, and a slight warmth at the corners of her eyebrows, which made people feel like they wanted to be close when they saw it.
He An'an's gaze swept over Fang Huimin's face inch by inch, how beautiful and kind the face in front of him was, it was said that people's hearts were separated from their stomachs, who would have thought that under such a thin layer of skin, there would be such a cruel and vicious heart.
He An'an nodded, and the bright eyes seemed to be calm and waveless, but the dark pupils suddenly contracted, and quickly unfolded, like the haze blown away by the breeze, without a trace.
"An An, Auntie knows that you are a good boy." Fang Huimin pulled He Anan back to the bedroom, and the two sat on the bed facing each other, posing for a long and earnest conversation.
He Anan lowered his head slightly, looking a little apprehensive and a little overwhelmed.
Fang Huimin held her hand and patted it gently: "Maybe you don't know me very well, after all, we haven't been in contact for a long time, but you have to believe Auntie, I really like you, and I am really willing to be good to you." β
He Anan looked at the sincere expression on Fang Huimin's face, and suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, in her last life, she was blinded by the sincere face in front of her, so she would make a wrong step. But now, she has to face such an expression again, this feeling makes her heart very complicated for a while, and there is a trace of confusion and exploration in her eyes.
Fang Huimin sighed, with infinite sadness: "An An, do you know, when I married your father, I didn't know that you and your mother existed, but when I found out, it was too late." Although your sister and brother are my children, they are also related to you, and I love your father, and naturally I will love you and love you. She reached out and gently hugged He An'an.
He Anan lowered his eyebrows and didn't say a word.
Fang Huimin looked at the top of her head, her brows furrowed slightly, "Trust me, okay?" Ann? β
After a while, He Anan nodded lightly.
Fang Huimin smiled and said in her heart, after all, she is still a child.
When Fang Huimin left, don't forget to kindly tell her that Mother Jiang will send milk in a while, and she must remember to rinse her mouth after drinking, otherwise her teeth will be broken.
He Anan nodded and agreed, and Fang Huimin casually closed the door.
Back in her room, Fang Huimin glanced at the empty room, knowing that He Jianbin habitually went to the study to deal with work after dinner, she didn't enter the house, turned around and went directly to the kitchen.
He Jianbin entered the study and felt a little depressed in his heart, and a depressed emotion was entrenched in his heart, making him want to vent but didn't know how to find a way.
Picked up the unprocessed document casually, turned two pages, but couldn't read half a word, and was upset for a while, he grabbed the pen on the desktop and threw it out.
There was a muffled crack, as if to instantly dissipate the tense nerves in his body, he reached out to hold the document in front of him, and was about to throw it out casually, when the door of the study was pushed open from the outside. He froze in his hands, and when he raised his head, he saw Fang Huimin holding a cup of steaming hawthorn juice in his hand.
Fang Huimin entered the house, quickly raised his head and smiled at He Jianbin , and hurriedly lowered his head carefully to carefully look at the fruit needle in his hand, for fear of spilling out, and carefully brought it to the desk, which was obviously relieved: "Oh, I asked Jiang's mother to squeeze the hawthorn juice, I ate so much barbecue at noon, and at night I saw that you ate a lot of meat, be careful to distangle your stomach when you sleep." β
He Jianbin stretched out his hand to take it and took a sip, the sour and astringent taste had a hint of sweetness, not greasy but very clear.
Fang Huimin watched him drink juice and said softly, "I chatted with An An for a while just now. β
He Jianbin looked up at her, his brows furrowed slightly: "Oh? What was said? β
Fang Huimin showed a wry smile: "This child, looking young, is actually quite sensitive, and some words can't be said in detail, just coaxed her." Saying that, she smiled again: "Others say that stepmothers are difficult, I don't think so, An An is a smart child, after a long time, who is good to her, she will always have a number in her heart." β
He Jianbin's frowning brows stretched slightly.
Fang Huimin urged him to drink a few more sips of juice, and when he was ready, he put away the cup and said softly: "Jianbin, don't worry, I know that An An has no mother at a young age, this child is not easy, I will definitely treat her as my own and be good to her in the future." β
She stretched out her hand and gently wiped the juice from the corner of He Jianbin's mouth, and smiled slightly: "After a busy day's work today, come back early at night to sleep, and I have to pick up Jianfang tomorrow." β