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An Yin took a deep breath.

Although she didn't know what means he used to get the Xia family to register the population for her mother, she knew that now it seemed that her mother was in the hands of the Xia family, but the actual mother was controlled by him.

Compared with him, the Xia family is just an ant under his feet, insignificant.

If he embarrasses her, he may use a thousand means to prevent her from seeing her mother.

She has been guarding her bottom line, but in the end she still can't keep it.

Rhetorical asking, "What can you give me?" ”

If you can't keep the bottom line in the end, you have to sell it at the right price......

He turned his face to look at her, her little face tense, as beautiful as a doll made of porcelain.

An Yin lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at him, for fear that she would lose the courage to negotiate the price.

He was silent for a while, reached out and pinched her chin, lowered his eyes to look at her long eyelashes that couldn't help trembling because of nervousness, and said lightly, "I can afford everything you want." ”

An Yin's heart was pounding.

That night, she was drugged, her brain was flooded, and she didn't know where she got the guts, so she slept with him, and when she left, she could still pretend to be calm.

But now, with her straightforward deal in front of her, she doesn't even have a fig leaf.

"I'm going to see my mom before I know what to offer."

"Okay!"

"......" An Yin breathed a sigh of relief, she could see her mother, but when she thought of what might happen after seeing her mother, she panicked.

Qin Jian extinguished the cigarette butt, and the car went away in the night wind.

****

Qin Jian's car was parked near a farmhouse in Tongjiang County.

An Yin intuitively said that her mother was in that farmhouse.

More and more certainly, the matter of mother's population registration was done by Qin Jian.

When An Yin learned of her mother's whereabouts, she tried to confirm it, but when she arrived at the place, she hesitated.

She didn't know what was going on behind the courtyard gate, but there were several people inside.

I don't know what will happen after she goes in, even if she sees her mother, what will she have to do to take her mother away.

The courtyard door opened, and a middle-aged woman came out of it and hurried away.

An Yin recognized the woman as the former servant of the Xia family, named Cheng Fang.

Qin Jian said: "Go ahead." ”

An Yin took a deep breath and settled down, since she had already come, she had to confirm whether her mother was here anyway.

Open the door and get out of the car, and run to the farmhouse.

The door was unlocked, and it was clear that the man hadn't gone far and should have been back soon.

An Yin didn't dare to delay, pushed the door and went in.

Xia Xin sat by the window, looking at the branches outside the window in a daze, her thin shoulders seemed to be broken by someone pinching.

Same as seen in the photo.

An Yin felt sad in her heart.

After fourteen years, she finally saw her mother again.

An Yin listened with his ears pricked up for a while, but there was no other voice in the room.

In other words, Mom is the only one here.

An Yin stepped forward quickly, and was about to enter the house, when there were footsteps outside the courtyard, and then he heard the door knocking, and was startled, and quickly shrank back and hid in the kitchen next to him.

Cheng Fang pushed the door in, closed the door smoothly, held a bunch of bottles of ointment in his hand, and walked up to Xia Xin, "These are all sent to you by the Xia family, and they are very useful for treating your illness." ”

Xia Xin withdrew her gaze from the branch and saw An Yin coming out of the kitchen, and a trace of surprise and joy flashed in the depths of her eyes.

But when he saw the pile of medicines in Cheng Fang's hand, he showed a touch of imperceptible fear, and his expression became dull again in the blink of an eye.

An Yin thought to herself, her mother used to be sober and confused for a while, is it still like this now?

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