Early in the morning, it was very cold in the flower hall.

An Shaoqing ate breakfast casually, and sat next to An Shaoyun in fear, her scalded hands wrapped in thick bandages. Quietly hiding the injured hand in the sleeve, Hua Yan didn't dare to look up at An Shaoqing. I always feel that this elegant Hou Ye has no guesses in his heart, and he is even very ruthless.

"What's wrong with your hand?" An Shaoyun asked inexplicably.

Hua Yan's heart immediately pounded, and she hurriedly said with a smile, "No, nothing, it's just that I was burned by tea, and the doctor said it was okay." ”

In the end, Huayan has been like a mosquito. The face flushed slightly from nervousness.

Seeing this, An Shaoyun sneered contemptuously, "It's really useless." Glancing outside, "Why is she putting up a score now, is it eleven thousand who don't want to see me?" ”

The implication is, of course, Su Jin.

An Shaoqing didn't look up, just put down the chopsticks in his hand and walked out coldly.

"Like the wind!" An Shaoyun called Rufeng, who had already arrived at the door, "Brother, why do you have such an expression?" ”

"Master Hou is used to doing this." Like the wind, it is not hurried.

An Shaoyun sneered, "He's my brother, don't I know his temper?" ”

Rufeng didn't speak, just glanced at An Shaoyun indifferently, "Madam is seriously ill." ”

"Seriously ill? That sin...... The woman? An Shaoyun pursed her lips, "Why is it so useless, I haven't done anything, why is it so hypocritical." It's also a loss to my brother that he will still think about that woman. Wouldn't it be better if it were me, and let it fend for itself, and ......"

Receiving the cold frosty gaze from the wind, An Shaoyun smacked her lips, "When I didn't say it." ”

"Miss, do you know that you almost killed your wife?" Rufeng turned around, his face expressionless, "In the future, stay away from Madame." ”

All of them are helping sluts! An Shaoyun was cold, a sinner girl, not to mention that she was insulted by the door, but when she came to the Hou Mansion, she was so fascinated that her brother turned around, and she shot at herself three times and twice. It's really hypocritical, and he is used to being weak and sympathetic. She wants to see what the hell this Su Jin is doing. Perhaps, she just wants to make her brother soft-hearted.

Su Jin, what kind of identity do you have, and you deserve me to call you sister-in-law?

Bah!

My sister-in-law will be famous and beautiful, and she will be virtuous and virtuous.

You are the daughter of a Jiangyang thief, and you want to step into the An family, how did I let you in and get out. Anton Hou Mansion, how can a woman like you ruin a hundred years of reputation. You can't let my brother sink for you! Absolutely not! Not before, and even more so now!

Dropping down the dishes and chopsticks, An Shaoyun strode out. Behind him, Hua Yan was relieved, and the pain in her palms was still there.

Wushuang carefully applied a cold towel to Su Jin's forehead, his reddish cheeks and hot body made the expression on Su Jin's face look very painful. With cold water, Wushuang walked out. At this hour, Su Jin's medicine should also be cured.

Standing outside the door with a sense of humor, An Shaoqing walked in quietly.

The originally quiet room was now filled with a strong smell of medicine.

There was a faint murmur from the bed, accompanied by heavy gasps.

"Daddy......" Su Jin opened her closed eyes, and in her hazy vision, she seemed to see her father's loving smile and the hands that slowly stretched out to her.

Probing Su Jin's forehead, An Shaoqing frowned slightly, and it was really hot.

Who knew that the next moment, Su Jin grabbed his hand in a daze, and smiled childishly like a child, smiling cleanly and flawlessly. In an instant, An Shaoqing was suddenly firmly sucked by her incomparably clear eyes, as if it was the snow of Tianchi Mountain, so clean that it could not be desecrated.

"Brother Qian......"

It's just that this piercing shout made the haze that had just dispersed on An Shaoqing's face immediately condense again. Even in a semi-comatose state, she still can't forget that Luo Qian?

Withdrawing his hand back, An Shaoqing was inexplicably angry.

Between the low eyebrows, the delicate nose, the delicate lips, and the red lips brushed by the tongue because of dryness, but it is very charming. Sure enough, he was born a demon!

For a moment, An Shaoqing was suddenly attracted by such a lovely face.

Damn it!

Even if you are asleep, you have to be in such a posture, who is it for?

An Shaoqing suddenly wondered, if Luo Qian was here, what would he do? Kiss her?!

Taken aback by such a thought, An Shaoqing's face was gloomy, and there was a kind of anger and coldness. Suddenly, he suddenly kissed down, and the encounter between water and fire was destined to be in turmoil, and he could never return to the original calm.

The long feather eyelashes, falling charming silhouettes, quiet and gentle.

A woman's face suddenly popped up in her mind, and An Shaoqing realized that she was ...... turned out to be like a street outlet, fascinated by her appearance. Quickly straightened up and left her lips, An Shaoqing walked out of the room angrily.

Like the wind is slightly stunned, it is rare to see An Shaoqing's scarlet eyes, what is this?

Not far away, Wushuang rushed back to the room in horror, and was relieved to see Su Jin lying on the bed at first glance.