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Qin Jian's words are true.

But An Yin was not relieved by this, and the hand holding the placket of his chest slowly tightened.

The old man is here, what should she do?

Liu Aijia had a miscarriage, and Qin Jian and Qin Xiu had a big fight at the police station.

This sum of money will all fall on her head.

What she couldn't explain even more was ...... Now the clothes are disheveled......

An Yin seems to have seen her miserable end.

Upstairs, Qin Jian didn't take her back to his room, but put her at the door of her room.

As soon as An Yin stood on the ground, the tattered clothes parted to both sides, and hurriedly pulled the pieces of clothes, barely covering the embarrassing place.

He stood in front of her in a well-dressed manner, looking at her condescendingly, making her feel more and more embarrassed.

"Let me ask you again, with me, or will you face the old man yourself?"

When An Yin heard this, his heart was sour, he said it very clearly, if she rejected him, he would not help her again.

People who grew up in the Qin family have seen a lot of ruthless things.

I have also seen a lot of intrigues, and I know that without his protection, those people will rush up and trample her under her feet and ravage her fiercely.

But she doesn't want to be like Xiao Yan and Wang Rongrong, being small and living in the contempt of everyone for the rest of her life.

After the cellar incident, she has been guarding her heart, desperately telling herself to be sensible, she has nothing left, only this heart still belongs to her.

"I'll explain it to the old man."

Qin Jian's face turned cold, as indifferent as the autumn wind, he took a deep look at her, turned to leave, and his tall and straight back disappeared at the staircase in a blink of an eye.

An Yin pushed open the door, rushed to the closet, opened the cabinet door, and bit her lip lightly.

Three years ago, she was thrown out by Qin Jian.

When she moved out of this room, she cleaned up her belongings, leaving nothing behind.

At this time, looking at the empty wardrobe, I regretted for the first time that I didn't leave two sets of clothes here that could be changed.

Desperately about to close the cabinet door, his eyes fell on the sewing kit resting in the corner of the closet.

When she lived here before, Qin Jian's daily life was taken care of by her, and when the button fell off, she helped him nail it back.

So, the spare buttons of his clothes were all with her.

An Yin hurriedly opened the sewing box, and the things in it were the same as when she left, and they had not been touched at all.

Most of Qin Jian's clothes are high-end handmade, and they are all out of print, and there is only one piece of clothing in the world, so when the clothes are bought, most of the clothes will be equipped with a complete set of buttons.

An Yin found a suitable set of shirt buttons, then took off her clothes and fastened the buttons as fast as she could.

****

Qin Jian returned downstairs, stretched out his legs lazily and sat down on the sofa, leaning his head on the sofa and closing his eyes to recuperate.

Deshun's voice came from outside the door, "Old man." ”

Qin Jian's expression was indifferent and motionless.

"Why is the door closed in broad daylight?" Qin Hongzhang looked at the closed door, his face sank.

Wu Ling replied cautiously, "The young master is in a bad mood, and no one will let him in." ”

"Where's Anyin?"

"Anyin is injured......"

"I'm asking where she's going to be?"

"Inside."

"Let Qin Jian open the door."

"Young Master...... Don't open ......" Deshun looked embarrassed.

"Open the door." Qin Hongzhang's voice became cold.

Wu Ling didn't dare to disobey the old man, so he had to step forward and push open the closed door.

ps: Today, Guozi's mother is lazy, Guozi takes care of the child by herself, and she can't write, so it's so hard.

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