"I don't want to be bullied." An Ran obediently stood in front of Mrs. An and complained.

"Stay away." Mrs. An covered her nose as if she hadn't heard, "It stinks." ”

"Can I go upstairs to take a shower and change my clothes first?" An Ran knew that Mrs. An didn't care what she thought at all, and she didn't expect her to understand after explaining.

"The clothes were thrown away."

"I need you to buy me another school uniform."

"I use my pocket money to go to the store and buy it."

"Then I'd better wash it before putting it on."

With your own money, it is impossible to buy.

Mrs. An misheard the meaning, and looked at her with unhappiness in her eyes, "I'll give you eight hundred yuan a month, and now it's only the 20th, and you've spent it?" ”

"And a few more." Enron didn't want to tell her adoptive mother that she wanted to save money, and she was crazy about saving money.

Unless necessary, it hurts to spend an extra penny.

Even if the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School is only more than 100 yuan, she still doesn't want to pay extra for it.

At the moment, she has not generated any income, her pocket money is limited, and her disposal of every month's pocket money and every dollar is clearly listed in her diary, and she doesn't want to change.

The remaining some is equivalent to nothing left in Mrs. An's place, "You eat and live at home every day, and even the snacks you eat at school are brought from home, so isn't it enough to spend 800 yuan a month to buy stationery?" ”

"What's wrong?" Chairman An entered the house and saw his wife training his daughter again.

"I gave her 800 yuan a month, and she now tells me that the money to buy a school uniform is gone." Mrs. Ann was angry and complained to Antu.

Antu walked up to An Ran and stretched out his hand to put his arm around her shoulder, wanting to take her to the sofa to sit, "Ranran, tell Dad, where did you spend all your money?" ”

There was the same kindness in his gentle tone.

An Ran stood still and didn't move, "Buy stationery, buy study materials." ”

Antu broke her shoulder twice without moving, then let go of her shoulder, sat down next to Mrs. An, and tentatively discussed with his wife, "Or, you will give her an extra two hundred a month?" ”

Mrs. An glared at An Tu with beautiful eyes, "Our son is also eight hundred a month, why don't you see him short of money to spend?" ”

"That's because he's been receiving dividends from his family's fund every year since he was sixteen, and I don't."

"Of course, thank you too, 800 yuan a month's pocket money is indeed a lot for the average sixteen-year-old high school student, although it doesn't seem to be as good as those rich children who used to be in school."

"That dog thing in Huazhan always says that he has little pocket money, and he is so picky, he gives him 1,500 yuan a month!"

An Ran lowered his head and looked coldly at the floor under his feet.

She counted the time by the seconds for a while, hoping to escape the fate of being preached, but she was constantly disturbed by Mrs. An's words.

Antu looked at An Ran standing there quietly, slender and stubborn, so he reached out and hugged Mrs. An and hugged her into his arms, and persuaded her in a good voice, "Girls, there are more places to spend money than boys." ”

He hugged his wife, thinking about the feeling of holding his adopted daughter just now, and found that the girl's shoulders were as thin as a piece of paper, as if he could crush it with a little force, and the delicate made his palms itch.

"What is she going to spend? What do I usually eat and drink, which one didn't I buy? Even the phone bill was paid by me. Mrs. An looked at Antu dissatisfied, "Why do you always protect her?" ”

Seeing that Mrs. An's emotions were even greater, Antu immediately gave An Ran a look to let her leave quickly, "Wife, where am I protecting her, I'm afraid that she will make you angry." ”

"Mom, I'll go take a shower and change my clothes first." An Ran clenched his fists and left.

When she returned to her room, she leaned against the closed door, her heart pounding.

I don't know if I'm too sensitive, but when she comes back from rebirth, she always feels uncomfortable with Antu's touch.

Every time he approached, the strong smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body made her want to nause, and his eyes made her very uncomfortable.

Half an hour later.

An Ran took off the bath towel on his body, and was tearing off the gauze in his palm with painful hands, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Yes, it's me."

The person outside the door was Antu.

She casually threw the wet gauze she had just torn off in her hand into the trash, took out a tissue to wipe the blood stains on her palm, and quickly put on the nightdress she had just taken out of the closet.

Her nightdress was bought by Mrs. Ann at the department store.

The pure white French court-style dress, worn on her body, makes her whole person look like a cake covered in cream, cloud-like marshmallows, delicate and sweet, beautiful and cute.

Anyone who sees her wants to wrap her in their arms, treasure it, and don't let others covet it.

When she walked out of the fitting room in this nightdress, the brand's sales were complimented.

An Ran, who was reborn, had forgotten about this stubble.

Today's nightdress is just a pajama she pulled out of the closet, with no added value.

After putting on the skirt, she just wanted to open the door, but she inadvertently looked down and saw her breasts, and quickly turned to the cloakroom and put on a piece of underwear inside, and then went to open the door.

"Dad, is there anything wrong with you?" She held the door with both hands and pulled a crack, only a small head poking out.

The girl's freshly washed hair had not yet been blown, and a milky white turban was wrapped around her head.

Just after taking a shower, a crystal clear face with a faint cherry powder was completely exposed to Antu's gaze, and Antu's gaze was almost glued to Anran's face.

"Dad."

Seeing that Antu only stared at himself for a long time and didn't speak, An Ran shouted urgingly.

"Daddy has something, go in and tell you." Antu came back to his senses and reached out to push the door.

An Ran's heart instantly became defensive, "What are you telling me here, I just finished taking a shower, and there is chaos in the house." ”

Antu continued to push the door and wanted to go in, "What is my daughter afraid of in her pajamas in front of her father?" It's not that you're not undressed. ”

An Ran's discomfort in her heart was even worse, she pressed against the door hard, deliberately amplified her voice and said, "Dad, if you have something, just tell me here." ”

"When my daughter grows up, she will see her father." Antu finally put down his hand with a smile, and then, after looking around vigilantly with a pair of eyes narrowed by obesity, he took out a wallet from his suit pocket.

When the classic checked designer wallet is opened, it reveals a thick stack of red bills.

He took out a stack from it and handed it to An Ran, "This is the pocket money that Dad gave you privately, you can spend it as much as you want, just don't tell your mother, if she knows, I won't dare to give you pocket money in private next time." ”

An Ran instinctively wanted to refuse, but his wrist was grabbed by Antu, so he could only clench his fists without spreading his palms, "I don't want your money." ”1314