Lianchen was reading the newspaper in his room. He went out some time ago, in order to find out who gave his grandfather a favorite poison and the person who assassinated Qi Wenren's ancestors and grandchildren.

It can't be said that there are no eyebrows, but it's only a little eyebrows, and the clue was later broken because of the suicide of the captured killer. And the decisiveness and ruthlessness of those killers also made Lian Chen more cautious and jealous of the organization behind these people.

The Lian family does have many enemies, but there are no such powerful enemies, none of them are fools, and those enemies are either "eliminated" or suppressed all the time.

So who else is going to deal with them? And few people know that the real Lianjia is them, not the few people on the surface, that person, how to get through the sky?

This question was like a thorn in Lian Chen's heart.

The door was knocked, Lian Chen turned his head to look at the door, it wouldn't be grandpa and housekeeper Lao Li, let alone Mama Luo, they wouldn't come to him at this time, and grandpa's words would go directly to the door and wouldn't knock at all. Well, it can only be her.

If it was her, should I stand up and open the door, or should I just sit and let her in? Wouldn't it be a little impatient to open the door, would it make her see something, just say "come in", but that wouldn't be too cold...... Lian Chen was suffering from gains and losses, but the knock on the door did not sound again.

Lian Chen had to stand up and open the door, but outside the door, there was no one, only some things were placed on the vermilion carpet. It was a letterhead.

In the letterhead was a thin piece of paper, beautifully cursive: Thank you, I like the gift, but these I don't like it, return it to you!

Don't like? Lian Chen looked at the letterhead again in confusion, and then he found a thousand paper cranes and small pieces of paper with love drawn on them. In an instant, his lips pursed, his face was even redder with dripping blood, and the aura of the whole person also cooled down at this moment.

Don't even think about it, it's a good thing the old man does.

And she was clearly refusing.

Lian Chen didn't go downstairs to question Lian Yunzhong, nor did he knock on Chu Anruo's door, he took the letterhead and squeezed it tightly in the palm of his hand, went back to his room, and then threw the letterhead into the shredder.

I felt a little unhappy, although it was not the initiative he expressed, but in the end it was rejected!

At dinner, Lian Yunzhong kept paying attention to Chu Anruo and Lian Chen's expressions, but the two didn't "flirt with each other", so he laughed and asked Chu Anruo if he liked the gift from Lian Chen.

Before Chu Anruo could answer, Lian Chen put down the dishes and chopsticks, and went upstairs when he was full, his unhappiness was clearly expressed in his demeanor.

Is that angry? Chu Anruo looked at his back, flattened his mouth, and then said to Lian Yunzhong with a smile, the gift is very beautiful, she likes it very much.

Lian Yunzhong laughed, and even asked for an extra bowl of rice.

That night, Lian Chen still helped Chu Anruo review, but apart from the conversation of studying, they didn't say a word on the side.

The days passed peacefully for a few more days. When there were still three days before the start of school, Chu Anruo cooked by herself and made a few dishes for everyone, her craftsmanship was still rusty, but fortunately, with the help of Luo's mother. Fortunately, Lian Yunzhong gave her enough face, and several dishes were eaten up, and most of them were swept into Lian Chen's bowl by Lian Yunzhong.

"He loves this dried tofu the most!" Lian Yun said seriously, and then privately warned Lian Chen with vicious eyes, even if he didn't like to eat, he would eat it.

If Chu An didn't see their small movements, he just smiled, this ancestor and grandson were still very interesting.

And the night before leaving Lian's house, Lian Yunzhong asked Luo's mother to ask Chu Anruo if he could consider living in Lian's house, going to and from school, and being picked up by the housekeeper Lao Li.

Chu Anruo naturally politely refused. She is not from the Lian family, how can she live here all the time.

And Lian Yunzhong threw the task of "how to let the little girl stay in Lian's house as a matter of course" to his think tank.

After that, Zhang Jiajia drove to pick up Chu Anruo, originally Lian Yunzhong meant to let Lian Chen send Chu Anruo to school, but Chu Anruo insisted on calling Zhang Jiajia and asked Zhang Jiajia to come and pick her up.

The school has opened, the students have returned one after another, and the full line of famous cars at the door has made the doorman accustomed to it. Young men and women are dressed in ** fashion, getting out of the famous car, or accompanied by their families, or accompanied by the housekeeper at home, their eyebrows are dancing, okay**.

"An Ruo, don't tell Uncle Xu about the things in the summer, otherwise I will have to bear it!" Zhang Jiajia poked her head out of the car, and told Chu Anruo again uneasily, she told her repeatedly in the car, hoping that Chu Anruo would keep Zhang Jiajia confidential about Zhang Jiajia's loss of her at Lian's house, after all, Xu Fuqiang originally entrusted Zhang Jiajia to tutor Chu Anruo, if Xu Fuqiang knew about this matter, she would have less money. And if Lian Yunzhong is unhappy, he will definitely not spare her.

Chu Anruo nodded and agreed. Zhang Jiajia was very happy, said goodbye to Chu Anruo again, stepped on the accelerator, and left with a smile.

Chu Anruo dragged her suitcase and walked into the school.

"Wolf less, look, the ** you like! Tsk, I haven't seen her for two months, it's so good, you look at her walking posture, it's so beautiful. Alas, I suddenly found that this ** is not pretty, but the more I look at it, the more flavorful it becomes! Shangguan Kang leaned lazily on the side of the car door, looked at Chu Anruo's background, and said to Feng Shulang, who had just gotten out of the car.

Feng Shulang stretched out his hand to support the frame, and the corners of his mouth were always that faint smile. He also saw Chu Anruo. There were a lot of people coming in and out of the school gate, but he did see her at a glance. A white skirt, a simple black ponytail, dragging a large box, with a straight willow waist, walking without hurry.

It seems that everyone else is an oil painting with heavy ink and color, but she is an ink painting. So indifferent, so demure, in the thick of the ink, it is extraordinarily eye-catching and tempting.

It's just that the ink paintings are not worthy of the Feng family.

"Let's go!" Feng Shulang said lightly, reaching out and gently patting Shangguan Kang's shoulder.

The school is so familiar, although Chu Anruo has only been here for a few months, but when she comes back again, she still has a cordial feeling in her heart, she thinks, maybe it is because the original owner has feelings for this place.

Entering the school apartment, she placed the things one by one, and after a while, someone sent the information, which said that she Chu Anruo was in the third year of high school, and the general arrangement of tomorrow's activities.

"Senior 3 (6) class", Chu Anruo looked at her class, lying on the bed and laughing, she is in her third year of high school, and then she will take the college entrance examination.

In the college entrance examination, she hopes to pass through her own efforts, and she still misses the medical university. What she wants to learn is Western medicine, the kind of surgery that performs surgery.