"Luoluo, how can you talk like that, no matter what your father has done, he is the father who raised you after all." An Jiahui said sadly, "Even if your mother ......"

"An Jiahui, don't talk about my mother." Shui Anluo suddenly shouted loudly.

Chu Xiyi reached out and grabbed Shui Anluo's hand to soothe her anger that was deliberately aroused by An Jiahui.

The back of Shui Anluo's hand was covered by his warm big hand, and the hot air slowly poured into her body, stopping the freezing speed in her heart.

Shui Anluo lowered his head, facing Chu Luyi's deep gaze.

[You are safe in water, and you have my Chu Lu wing to support you. 】

This is what he said to herself in the morning, and she remembered every word clearly, so when she looked up again, she put away the trembling of anger on her body, and looked at An Jiahui who pretended to be angry with an indifferent coldness.

"Luoluo, Auntie is just ......"

"Bah," Shui Anluo interrupted her in a loud voice, "There are many aunts in this world, but I don't need you to be a bewitching slut." Chu Xiyi said that she Shui Anluo is a hedgehog, she is a hedgehog, no matter who hurts her, she is bound to stab her to death.

"You ......" An Jiahui was scolded, covering her chest with one hand, as if she was so angry.

"Shui Anluo, how dare you say that about my mother?" Shui Anjiao roared out in a faceless manner.

"Say what?" Shui Anluo was calm, "Do you say that she is a bewitching slut?" Isn't it? Shui Anluo laughed and mocked, "Who pretended to be pitiful and appeared in front of my mother to win my mother's sympathy, just to enter this house?" Shui Anluo walked towards them step by step from behind Chu Luyi's wheelchair, "My mother kindly took you in, but what happened?" An Jiahui, you and the ink cloud darkness Chen Cang don't count, and my mother is ruined, what are you not a glamorous slut? ”

Shui Anluo is a word by word, and every word is clear enough for everyone to hear.

"Hurt your mother? I didn't hurt your mother, it's your mother......"

"Smack-" Shui Anluo didn't wait for An Jiahui to finish speaking, and slapped him directly.

"I said, don't let me hear you mention my mother in your mouth, because you don't deserve it!" Shui Anluo spoke coldly, with endless hatred in his eyes, "An Jiahui, my mother told me that no matter who it is, the evil will always be repaid." Shui Anluo slowly spoke in her ear, but these words didn't look like a little girl who was not yet 22 years old said it.

"What's going on?"

Shui Anluo's voice fell, and the voice of Ink Cloud sounded from the staircase, with his unique majesty.

Shui Anluo's body stiffened slightly again, and he didn't look up for a long time.

Qiao Yaruan cursed in a low voice, and she also didn't have a good impression of Ink Cloud.

Chu Xiyi turned his wheelchair, and when he reached Shui Anluo's side, he reached out and held her hand.

Shui Anluo's tense body slowly eased, and he looked at Chu Luyi, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a bitter smile.

Once, it was her father who protected her, but now, it was her son's father, a person who had nothing to do with her.

Shui Anluo was thinking about it, his shoulder was also held, and Shui Anluo turned around, it was the senior brother's face with a gentle smile.

Shui Anluo clenched her hands and looked up at the man who was slowly coming down, she hadn't forgotten the purpose of her coming today, and the ink cloud came just right.