Chapter 229: Little Things
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She grew up in the Qin family, and she had seen a lot of things out of nothing, so of course she understood what Qin Jian's words meant.
But for her, it was more terrible than misunderstanding Qin Ning's fiancΓ©e, and letting the daughter of the Twilight family have a lot of heart.
The man was too close, and the hot breath exhaled drilled into her ear sockets, itching slightly.
An Yin subconsciously shrunk her neck, stepped back, and rolled over from the other side to get out of bed.
ββ¦β¦ Forget it, when I didn't say anything. After speaking, he ran quickly to the door, unless Qin Jian was willing to let her go, it was inevitable that the daughter of the Twilight family would have too much heart, it was better to offend one less.
Qin Jian ignored her anymore, stood up straight, unbuckled his belt beside the bed, and took off his bathrobe unscrupulously, completely ignoring that An Yin had not left yet.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, hips, long legs......
An Yin looked back and blushed.
Scolding, "Bastard! β
Qin Jian didn't look back, he heard An Yin's gasping voice, bent his lips, and smiled evilly.
Dot!
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An Yin walked to the station and saw Qin Ning's car parked next to the station from a distance.
Intuitively, Qin Ning was waiting for her.
An Yin took a deep breath before stepping forward.
The window glass slid down, revealing Qin Ning's warm and jade-like face, he looked at her and smiled slightly, that smile was like the warm sun of winter, instantly attracting the attention of everyone around.
An Yin's heart flashed with a hint of unease, "Young Master, why are you here?" β
"Get in the car, I'll send you." His voice was mellow, as warm as his smile.
An Yin glanced around, and some young girls waiting for the car kept sneaking a peek at Qin Ning, whispering to each other.
From time to time, he swept his gaze at her, envious and jealous.
Anyin didn't want to stand here and be the center of attention, so she pulled the car door and got into the car.
The car left the station smoothly.
Thinking of what the old man had said in the morning, An Yin bit her lip lightly, and gently picked at her schoolbag with her hand.
Qin Ning glanced at An Yin's hand holding the schoolbag, and smiled slightly, "If you pick it again, the schoolbag will break." β
An Yin was embarrassed for a moment, and as soon as he said it, he relaxed, "The eldest young master is not on the way to the company and my school, you are at the station in front, put me down." β
Qin Ning is a person who is never late for work, if she is sent to school, and then returns to the company, it will be late if she is a little stuck in traffic.
"It's okay, I have other things to do today, and I won't go back to the company in the morning."
Qin Jian blocked the old man's request back, Qin Ning should have received the news, but Qin Ning's expression was calm and peaceful, and An Yin couldn't tell if he was unhappy because of this matter.
"I heard you're going to Hot Springs Lodge?"
"Hmm." An Yin lowered his head, he really already knew.
"Wouldn't it be inconvenient to go to school?" He didn't say a word about letting her library.
"The third young master said that it would be about the same time as me returning to school from the Qin Mansion." The time is the same, but she has to pick up and drop off from school in the future, and her personal time is completely deprived.
"I heard that your mother is in the hospital, don't you have to go to the hospital?"
"If you want to go, go to the hospital and then go to the Hot Spring Villa, the third young master shouldn't object." After An Yin finished speaking, she was a little surprised, it turned out that in her mind, Qin Jian was such a talkative person.
Qin Ning turned his head to look at her and stopped talking.
"Young Master, thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for stopping those people from spreading the ......"
"I'm not helping you, it's just that the family has a family style, and I don't let some people make something out of nothing."
"Thank you again."
"Okay, since you want to thank me, then say it, how do you want to thank me."
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