Chapter 314 Demonstration was slapped in the face, slandering late is a thief (3 more)

  Song Fengwan's words are reasonable, there are not many people at the seaside at night, and the coconut forest is even more unmanned. It is normal for you to follow other people's girls sneakily, and it is normal for others to treat you as a hooligan.

  It’s just that Xiao Jing’an is also one meter eight meters tall and he is full of tendons.

  "Are you justified in beating someone?" Yan Zhihuan couldn't swallow this breath when he saw that the person he liked was being beaten.

  At first, she was not pleasing to her eyes. At this moment, she stared at her fiercely, as if her eyes were about to breathe fire.

   "Master Xiao, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it." Song Fengwan sincerely apologized to him, then turned his head to look at Yan Zhihuan, "Is this all right?"

  "I was really frightened just now. The action is not serious or serious. Why do you hurt so badly? I will call 120 and send you to the hospital."

   "I pay for the medical expenses and everything."

  Song Fengwan didn’t believe it, he had the face to go to the hospital?

   "No, I didn't say anything to scare you. I didn't expect to make you misunderstand. It was my fault." Xiao Jingan has straightened up, his forehead is covered with cold sweat.

  He was considered a sturdy person in Nanjiang, and he was sent to the hospital. The incident spread, and he might cause more troubles, and he ignored the matter and was kicked by a little girl after him?

  How to check even if I get to the hospital?

  Let him check below him? He is still shameless.

  Because of Xiao Jing’an’s accident, everyone broke up. Yan Zhihuan wanted to send him back. Xiao Jing’an was embarrassed enough today. He didn’t want to see her at all, and he didn’t have a good tone when talking to her.

  She could only sit in Yan Shaochen’s car and send Song Fengwan back.

  **

  Fu Shen was originally on the phone with Song Fengwan, and when she heard that she had something to deal with, he hung up.

   Then he saw the message Qianjiang sent two minutes ago, [The man showing his muscles on the beach is following Miss Song. 】

  Fu Shen squinted his eyes, showing his muscles?

  【He put his hand on Miss Song's shoulder. 】

  【Miss Song kicked him**, he screamed so badly. 】

  【Miss Song has a hard kick and another punch...】

  ……

  Fu Shen stretched out his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, brain Ren'er twitched a little.

  Xiao Jingan should feel fortunate that he really escaped from the dead this time, only Song Feng beat him late, if Qianjiang rushed over, he would be 80% of the waste today.

   "Shi Fang." Fu Chen took a deep breath.

  "San Ye?" Shi Fang kept guarding on the side.

  "Have you booked the ticket to Nanjiang?"

   "Well, at seven tomorrow morning, you have to get up early, or go to bed earlier."

   "Have you gone up the mountain?"

   "Well, big weekend, I clamored to go back to the mountain after school."

  Fu Shen nodded.

  **

  Nanjiang Yanjia

   When several people arrived home, Qiao Aiyun was sitting next to the old lady learning embroidery.

   "Grandma--" Yan Zhihuan pinched her throat, her voice was sweet, and she sat next to her, all kinds of coquettish please.

  The kind of faction is clearly telling Song Fengwan how close she is to the Yan family.

   "I'm back?" The old lady reached out her hand to help her reading glasses, and there was a hint of unidentified light under her eyes.

   "Yes." Yan Zhihuan was like a demonstration.

The mother Huang on the side saw her eyelids twitching and glanced at Song Fengwan on one side. She usually likes to play treasures and amuse the old lady, but she is rarely so sticky. At this moment, she is so stubborn. Dazzling.

  Qiao Aiyun placed the needle, glanced at Yan Zhihuan, and said nothing.

   "Late night, are you having fun? Come to grandma's side." Although the old lady was a bit presbyopic, she knew it in her heart.

The father of the sisters left early, so she took more care, and she had no grandchildren under her knees, so she naturally walked closer. She was usually a jerk. She opened one eye and closed another. If she wanted to give Song Feng by herself I am afraid that I have miscalculated when I get off the horse late.

  Song Fengwan walked over with a smile, and sat down on the other side of her, "Very happy, thank you grandma."

  The old lady took out the arms embraced by Yan Zhihuan, held Song Fengwan’s hand, and patted them kindly and kindly, "Just be happy, tomorrow I will let the young minister..."

   Yan Zhihuan looked stiff, and Yan Shaochen beside him sneered, simply stupid.

   "No, I was very tired from playing today, and I want to take a good rest." Yan Shaochen has to go to work, so she is embarrassed to trouble him so much.

   "Don't want to play? You have just finished the college entrance examination, so you should relax."

   "Maybe I played hard today, my legs are sore."

  ……

  The old lady planned to let Yan Shaochen and the sisters accompany Song Feng for a few nights, so she arranged them to live in the house.

  Song Fengwan doesn't want to go out tomorrow, and she can't let them go home at this moment, she still greets a few people to sleep.

  **

  After a few people returned to the house, the old lady deliberately sent Yan Zhihuan to her room.

  "Did something happen when I went out today?" She wiped her glasses with a cloth.

   "No." Yan Zhi smiled brightly.

   "I think you seem to have an opinion about lateness."

  The old lady smiled kindly, her eyes were a little muddy and gloomy, but she saw things very clearly.

   Yan Zhihuan trembled in his heart, "No, no."

  "She has a gentle temper and is my granddaughter. You are the same age. I hope you can get along well. I don't want to see what you shouldn't see. You are very smart. Know what I mean."

  In a few days, Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun are going to have a drink. She doesn't want any trouble.

  This is no longer a reminder, but a warning, and it is clear that Song Fengwan is the granddaughter of their Yan family.

Yan Zhihuan was dissatisfied, but could only smile.

   "I know, I get along well with her."

   "That's good, you can send her a glass of milk." The old lady hopes that they can get along with each other in harmony.

  Yan Zhihuan is a little arrogant, but very obedient. The old lady beats like this, and she speaks very clearly. She should know how to do it.

   "Hmm." Yan Zhihuan accompanied her again and said a few words of kindness before leaving.

  After going out, his face changed.

  What kind of thing is Song Fengwan, how long have they known each other, grandma is so toward her! What is the granddaughter of the Yan family? Is she related to the Yan family?

  Pretended to be innocent.

   Thinking of Xiao Jingan being beaten, this girl is obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp, she shot so hard, her mouth is quite powerful.

  Even if you are angry, there is no way. The old lady has to listen. She is about to go downstairs to pour milk.

"Zhihuan." Yan Zhile was waiting in the corridor. After all, she is a sister. It is clear from her expression, "Grandma is not thin to us, and Dad left early. If it weren't for her help, how could we go to college? ."

   "Song Fengwan is her granddaughter now. Grandma likes her so much. I think their family is harmonious. It's not good. Don't cause trouble."

   "Grandma's temper is also clear to you."

   "I know." Yan Zhihuan is not used to seeing his sister's cowardly and incompetent appearance.

  I am willing to be mediocre and have no ambition. She has to let her learn from her as well. It's only a promise, which is simply annoying.

   "You know it, don't go back to sleep?"

   "Grandma asked me to go downstairs and give her a glass of milk."

  Yan Zhile knows his sister’s temper, and Xiao Jingan’s accident, is afraid that she will not be stretched, "I will accompany you."

  "It's up to you." Yan Zhihuan didn't appreciate her kindness.

  **

  Song Fengwan just took a bath, wearing headphones and Fu Chen video, he hung up the phone after hearing the knock on the door.

   "Who?" Song Fengwan frantically tore off the headphone cable.

  "It's me." Yan Zhile's voice.

   "Wait a minute."

  When Song Feng opened the door late, the sisters stood at the door, Yan Zhile was holding a tray with milk in it and a box of small biscuits.

   "Give you something to eat."

   "Thank you, come in quickly." Song Fengwan could not close the door after taking the things, and invited the two into the house.

  This room was specially arranged by Yan Wangchuan. The furnishings and guest bedroom are obviously not of the same grade. Even the floor lamp in front of the desk and the falling beads are all carved in crystal.

  Different from the decoration of all the rooms, this is deliberately imitated the decoration layout of the house of Song Fengwan in Yuncheng, even the furniture is similar.

  There is also a picture of Song Fengwan on the table, which is obviously thoughtful.

   Yan Zhihuan was jealous.

  She has known Yan Wangchuan since she was a child, and he and Zeng have been so considerate and caring for people.

  "Are you busy? Will it bother you too much." Yan Zhile smiled. Although he was surprised by the room decoration, he was not jealous. They belonged to other people's own homes and had nothing to do with him.

  I have been entrusted with other people to get into university, so what else is not enough.

   "It's okay." Song Fengwan smiled and tidied the desk to make room for her tray, "I'm embarrassed, let you give me food."

   "Still reading so late?" Yan Zhile put down the tray.

   "Just take a look." Song Fengwan put the book on one side.

   Yan Zhihuan caught a glimpse of a familiar notebook and squinted his eyes slightly.

   "What book do you read, can you lend me a look?" Yan Zhi laughed.

   "Yes." Song Fengwan pulled out some of the notebooks and the like, "These are my personal notes, it is not convenient to borrow them, and you can take them whatever you want."

  Song Fengwan knows that she is hostile to herself, but just borrows books, so she can't have a rift with her.

   Yan Zhihuan took the notebook at will, keeping his eyes on the notebooks in Song Fengwan's hands.

  The three chatted at random for more than ten minutes before the sisters returned to the room.

  Song Fengwan bid farewell to the sisters and went to bed with Fu Chen for a while.

  **

  Early the next morning

  Yan Wangchuan went to the company early in the morning, because she had no arrangements today, and it was the weekend, and Yan Shaochen did not go to work, and accompanied Qiao Aiyun and the old lady to the flower and bird market.

  Some days in the family to have a happy event, the old lady wants to buy some wealthy trees to add some color to the family.

   Originally wanted Song Fengwan to accompany her, she said that her legs were sore, so she stayed at home.

  This Yan Zhile returned to her home early in the morning. After all, she was newly married and had her husband in mind. Apart from a few servants, the only ones in the house were Song Fengwan and Yan Zhihuan.

  Song Fengwan was in the room with Fu Chen, but after he got on the plane, she walked out of the bedroom.

  The cleaning servant, only then entered her room.

   Yan's family is in the sea, Song Feng went outside to stroll around at night, but she didn't know that at this moment, someone sneaked into her room.

  "Miss Zhihuan." The maid took the cleaning tool and was about to go out.

  "Clean up?" Yan Zhihuan had a book in her hand. It was borrowed from Song Fengwan last night. It was a detective mystery novel. She had a headache when she read the title.

  At the end of the college entrance examination, I didn’t go out to play, and I was still holding a book and pretending to be a good girl.

   "Well, it has been scanned."

   "I borrowed the book from her yesterday, and I will return the book."

  The maid was only responsible for cleaning, naturally she would not take care of the host’s affairs, so she went downstairs with her things.

  Yan Zhihuan entered Song Fengwan’s room smoothly, and threw the book on her desk. He glanced over the row of skin care products on her desk, landed on the jewelry box, and opened his eyes.

  She is also used to seeing good things in Yan's family, and naturally understands that these are first-class products.

   Yan Wangchuan is really good to her.

  She rummaged on the table for a long time, but didn’t see the notebook yesterday. She just started rumbling through the drawer. There were a few cards in it, including a customized bank card.

  This not only requires money, but also a person with status to customize this type of card.

  Is it possible that Yan Wangchuan gave it again?

   also hurt her too much.

  She opened another drawer and saw several notebooks, one of which was written and read, and a manuscript.

  The above clearly signed: [Yan Wangchuan].

  She has seen this manuscript. Yan Wangchuan’s personal belongings are very precious, not to mention borrowing and reading, and they are not allowed to touch it.

  When she was a child, she thought it was a picture album. She wanted to look at it, but she was scolded and cried out, and she was thrown out directly. She didn't dare to come to Yan's house for a year or two.

  The designer cares most about the manuscript, because it contains the design drawings, all of them are the brainchild of them, you can’t even take a look at it, even after being loaned out, Yan Zhihuan’s mouth can’t stop rising.

  This girl is so courageous, she actually dared to steal things.

  It's really something from the country, and can't make it to the table. The Yan family is so good to her, so he is a thief?

  She can’t wait to see her crying and begging for mercy, but she was thrown out of the Yan family.

  Song Fengwan was barefoot at the moment, sitting on the beach, looking down at his mobile phone, checking Nanjiang's travel guide, and wondering where he would go to play with Fu Shen.

  Qianjiang’s report is too awkward, there are people with names and surnames, what is a man with a show of muscles [cover your face]

  It’s late, you’re really big-hearted, and they’re going to kick you out.

  Date: Don’t bother me, I’m looking up travel guides.

I:……

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  (End of this chapter)