Yan Huan was desperate to figure out what was going on? But when she went back, she didn't meet Xiao Yongguang and his wife, but even if she saw Xiao Yongguang and his wife, what could she do? The mother is in their hands, and she is weak and has no strength to resist at all. Yan Huan felt unprecedentedly frustrated!

Her body trembled at the thought of the humiliation she had been subjected to in that room, the thought of the blood they had drawn from her.

She thought of her mother, and if her blood type was precious, it might really be like they said, they had been using her mother's blood for so many years.

She shuddered at the thought of this!

She's like that, thinking wildly, always thinking that there is a solution. She wants to save her mother, she wants to get rid of their control, what is she going to do?

Does Xiao Moshu know that their parents are such people? Or is he actually aware?

She was scared, and for the first time she hated her weakness.

"Yan Huan......" Xiao Moshu came back at some point, knocked on the door and came in, and saw her lying on the bed.

She sat up abruptly, looking at him with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Moshu saw the gauze on her feet, and his eyes darkened, "Are you injured?" ”

His appearance was very real, like an accident with a wound on her foot, without a hint of falsehood.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing." It was really nothing, and it was nothing compared to the shame she had suffered there today.

"Let me see the wound." Xiao Moshu said, to lift her foot to see the result of the injury.

"Don't." Yan Huan hurriedly withdrew his feet, "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep." ”

"You sleep yours." Xiao Moshu was very determined to see her leg injury, holding her leg and unwrapping the gauze on her foot.

His movements were still gentle, unraveling little by little, and finally saw the wound, there was a wound of seven or eight centimeters on the lower edge of the soles of his feet, the wound had not yet scarred, and the blood congealed at the wound, looking frightened.

"How did this hurt?" A flash of fire burst out of Xiao Moshu's eyes, and no one sued him, Yan Huan was also injured.

"It's nothing, I accidentally stepped on the glass." Yan Huan was half-lying on the bed, looking at him sideways. Perhaps seeing his distressed eyes, her heart moved, and her heart was slightly hot.

Xiao Moshu looked at her slowly, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and after a while, he said, "I'll give you medicine." ”

Yan Huan didn't resist this time, watching him come over with a medical kit, and when he was busy with his hands, she couldn't help asking, "Xiao Moshu ......"

"......" he was concentrating on his wounds.

"Do you know where my mom is?"

Hearing this, he raised his head to look at her: "Isn't your mother in the waterfront?" ”

"I don't know." Her voice suddenly became dazed and helpless, "I just miss my mom!" ”

Xiao Moshu's movements paused, and he looked at her deeply: "When you finish the college entrance examination and return to Binhai, you will be able to see her." ”

Yan Huan's face was buried in the pillow, his expression was dull, his eyes were hollow, and he didn't speak.

He gave her good medicine, redressed the wound and said, "Tomorrow I will give you leave, you can rest at home for two days, and I will ask a teacher to come back and give you a make-up lesson." ”

She still didn't speak, but she looked at Xiao Moshu with this expression extremely uncomfortable. Yan Huan, whom he knew, was stubborn and refused to admit defeat, and had a sense of momentum and stupidity, but now he was like a doll that had pumped her soul, completely lifeless.