Zeng Xuerong was amused by Yin Yuhan's shy appearance of her little daughter.

After laughing a few times, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yin Lian holding his mobile phone and typing something on it.

Staring at your phone from the beginning and playing a game again? It's really not a good job!

Zeng Xuerong leaned over and glanced at Yin Lian's mobile phone, "@¥@¥#%%......" all kinds of characters that she couldn't understand. And it's a dozen of them, and it's extremely fast.

What's that?

Zeng Xuerong withdrew her gaze from her phone, moved her body to the side, and kept her distance from Yin Lian.

This girl is sick, right?

"Ding-" Yin Lian received the message.

【#￥$%$%GHU(&......】

Translation: Someone has been investigating you lately, be careful.

Yin Lian replied to the message.

【$%^fyryuoo8......】

Translation: I see.

Back home, Yin Lian threw himself on the bed, his head still a little dizzy.

Looking at the twisted and changing ceiling, I feel a little funny.

The eyelids became heavier and heavier, and slowly closed......

"Dangdang-" There was a deafening knock on the door.

As soon as Yin Lian opened his eyes, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Yin Yuhan walked in with a stack of skirts in her arms, her voice soft. "Sister, did I disturb you?"

"Well, noisy." Yin Lian showed an impatient look on his face. If I was really afraid of disturbing her, I wouldn't have knocked so the door just now.

A scheming, too lazy to give her a good face.

The corners of Yin Yuhan's eyes were a little red, "I'm sorry, sister, I came to bring these skirts to you." It's my birthday in a few days, and I'm worried that my sister won't have the right clothes to wear at the party. ”

Yin Lian's indifferent gaze swept at the skirts in Yin Yuhan's hand, which she had seen, "So you give me the skirt you wore?" ”

"No, I didn't mean that, although I wore these dresses, they were all new, I didn't wear them a few times, and they were clean." Yin Yuhan's face was soft, but she was thinking in her heart, when it came to the birthday party, the classmates saw Yin Lian wearing the clothes she worn, and she was not ugly?

"Then why can't I wear a new one?" After saying this, Yin Lian added faintly, "No one else has worn it." ”

Hearing Yin Lian say this, Yin Yuhan was disdainful in his heart, what qualifications do you have to wear new clothes? Although your surname is Yin, what you shed is not the blood of their Yin family.

Yin Lian's 'Yin' is her biological father's surname, not the surname that was changed after Zeng Xuerong remarried, everything is just a coincidence, it is a mockery.

"Take it, I'm not rare." Yin Lian lay down again.

She shouldn't have talked nonsense with Yin Yuhan just now, but she couldn't hold back. Because her birthday and Yin Yuhan are on the same day, now the entire Yin family revolves around Yin Yuhan inside and out.

Who remembers her?

Even if she remembers, who will bother with her?

Raising your hand to touch the position of your heart, is it indignant?

I'm probably used to it......

"Sister...... I really didn't mean that...... You misunderstood......" Yin Yuhan sobbed as he spoke, his voice obviously exaggerated.

Zeng Xuerong heard the movement and went upstairs to see the situation, looking at Yin Yuhan who was crying pear blossoms with rain, Zeng Xuerong directly reprimanded Yin Lian without asking.

"What did you do again?! Yuhan is your sister! Do you do it like a sister bullying a sister? ”

"Mom, it's not my sister's fault, don't blame my sister." Yin Yuhan touched her tears with a touch of grievance as she spoke, no matter who saw that look, Yin Lian bullied her.