"Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you?" Han Yi'an, the second son of the Han family, stood up and looked at Han Xiaoxiao, the little sister who was chasing the kitten in the hall.

The three-and-a-half-year-old Han Xiaoxiao is just having fun, hearing the words, and being happy. She turned her round little head woodenly, looked at the second brother blankly with small squinted eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Second... Second brother, your name... What are you doing with your little one?"

Without waiting for Han Yi'an to answer, Han Xiaoxiao felt a light in his arms. She looked down into her arms, and after blinking, she realized that it was the kitten who had run away.

Han Xiaoxiao immediately shifted her attention from the second brother to the kitten on the ground, she took broken steps to chase the kitten, and one of them fell without standing firmly. She simply rolled on the carpet and continued to reach out and grab the kitten's tail to play.

After she tossed so hard, her clothes were rolled up in an instant, revealing her swarthy arms, fleshy belly, and feet and necks with gold chains. And in these different positions, there are a few terrifying scarlet wounds.

Some of the wounds were pale in color as if they were a long time ago, while others were bright red, indicating that they had only recently been inflicted.

Han Yi'an squinted and turned his head to look at his father Han Yinghai. And Han Yinghai over there had already put down the teapot, his face was as black as the bottom of the pot.

Han Yi'an picked up Han Xiaoxiao from the carpet, took her into his arms, and fed her sweet honey dumplings with a smile, and said half-coaxingly: "Is Xiaoxiao happy lately?"

The honey dumpling stuffed Han's small mouth to the brim, and even his words became more vague: "Quick... Pleasure. As she spoke, she looked at the kitten on the ground, fluttering to get out of her second brother's arms.

It's just that her toss revealed the blood marks on the back of her neck.

Han Yi'an's location happened to see the scars on the little sister's body clearly. He frowned, clenched one hand into a fist, and nodded at Han Yinghai.

Her sister grew up in a baby, why did she have such scars on her body?

Han Yinghai just lightly slammed the teacup on the table, and immediately quieted down. He glanced around at the people under the table, and finally looked at Xu Erniang, and said, "Tell me?"

The little biological mother left early, Xu Erniang is a concubine of Han Yinghai, and she usually takes care of everything in the little one.

Xu Erniang, who was sitting in the corner, was stunned for a long time before she said, "I usually take Xiaoxiao to play in the courtyard, but what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Han Yi'an didn't want to confront his elders, but the injuries on his sister's body made him confused for a while, "What do you look at on Xiaoxiao's body?"

As he spoke, Han Yi'an was about to lift the sleeve on his sister's arm. It's just that as soon as he opened half of it, his sister shrank back, wrapped her fleshy arms around his neck, said nothing and didn't let him lift his sleeves again, and even his body shook and trembled, showing a frightened look.

Han Yi'an glanced at Xu Erniang, hugged her sister tightly, and continued to comfort.

Han Yinghai took a breath, slapped the table and scolded angrily: "Do you know the scars on Xiaoxiao's body?"

The ladies in the house gasped when they heard this, who didn't know that although Han Xiaoxiao was the youngest daughter, she was also the only daughter in the family, and the lord and son were all on the tip of their hearts, and the one who didn't have long eyes dared to bully Xiaoxiao?

Without waiting for Xu Erniang to speak, Han Xiaoxiao let out a small scream as if she was frightened. Immediately afterwards, she flipped out of her second brother's arms, walked two steps quickly with a tremble, and finally pulled her father's trouser legs, waved her little meat hand, and said timidly: "And my aunt... Aunt none... Independent. ”

Xu Erniang's mouth opened slightly, and she looked at the scene in front of her in a daze.

Han Yinghai's heart was about to break, he bent down to pick up Han Xiaoxiao, and his wide palm kept patting Xiaoxiao's back, comforting: "Xiaoxiao told her father the truth, but someone bullied you?"

Han Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip, glanced at Xu Erniang quietly, and quickly turned her head and hugged Han Yinghai's neck: "Mother... Auntie didn't... I haven't beaten Xiaoxiao. ”

Han Yinghai glanced at Xu Erniang. He took off the gold-inlaid wrench from between his fingers and shook it in front of Xiaoxiao, who was about to grab it immediately.

After grabbing it for a long time, Han Xiaoxiao stared at her watery little eyes, pouted her small mouth, and beat Han Yinghai with her fleshy little black fist: "Dad... Daddy bad. ”

Han Yinghai flicked his little brain and took the initiative to hand over the wrench to Xiaoxiao.

Xiao Xiao took the wrench and flicked it around on the table, and after playing for a long time, the fleshy little black face returned to its previous carefree face.

Han Yinghai rubbed his little head and asked softly, "Has someone bullied Xiaoxiao recently?"

"Mother... My aunt didn't let me say it. Han Xiaoxiao put the wrench on her fingertips, and under the colorful glass lamp, she opened her mouth wide to look at the light reflected by the wrench, tilted her little head and said, "She said... If you say a novel, just hit... Wet me. ”

The preface of Han Xiaoxiao's words did not match the afterword, but every adult sitting heard this clearly, and everyone turned their heads to look at Xu Erniang.

Xu Erniang hurriedly waved her hand at everyone, signaling that she didn't care about her own business.

"Then what else did she say?" Although Han Yinghai's surface was like frost, his voice was gentle and could pinch out the water.

"Auntie... Mother said that playing a little is... Good. Han Xiaoxiao flicked the wrench with his fingers and let out a giggle.

Xu Erniang panicked, slapped the table and got up: "Han Xiaoxiao, what are you talking nonsense, when have I ever beaten you?"

As soon as Han Xiaoxiao heard someone calling her name, it was the threatening voice of the third lady in her ears. She cried with a "wow", and said while crying: "Mother... Little no... Not naughty. Daddy..."

She was out of breath crying, and a round transparent snot bubble appeared on her garlic nose.

Han Yinghai pulled the handkerchief to help Xiaoxiao wipe his nose, coaxed Xiaoxiao with one hand, and scolded Xu Erniang: "This family, when will it be your turn to speak?"

Xu Erniang swallowed her saliva and weakly retracted into her seat.

After coaxing for a long time, Han Xiaoxiao slowly stopped crying, and Han Yinghai hurriedly called the maid and asked him to take Xiaoxiao back to the house to rest first.

Xiaoxiao was obediently held in the arms of the maid, with two golden beans hanging from the corners of her eyes, and her whole body trembled.

The maid was about to take her out of the hall, but she stretched out her little fat hand and pointed to the eldest lady: "Big... Big lady hug. ”

The eldest lady was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out her arms and took Han Xiaoxiao.

Han Yinghai coughed lightly and said to the eldest lady: "Since Xiaoxiao is destined for you, then I will stay in your courtyard tonight." ”

The eldest lady nodded, hugged Han Xiaoxiao and walked into her courtyard.