Of course An Ran didn't know who this little girl was.

She doesn't even know her current identity.

Against the little girl's gaze, she quietly glanced at the chair and the way to heaven.

The black leather notebook was still lying quietly on the chair.

Tiandao had previously maintained a posture of extending his paws upward, but when he saw the little girl coming, he retracted it, pretending to be a normal little cat, and huddled under one leg of the chair.

His eyes returned to the little girl beside the bed, and she nodded coldly.

The little girl didn't think there was anything unusual about An Ran's attitude, and just naturally folded her hands in front of her chest.

She looked at An Ran's foot hanging in the air and twitched the corner of her mouth, "What a pity."

This tone sounds careless, and the literal meaning is regret, but it doesn't sound like that when expressed.

An Ran looked at her to see what she was going to say next.

The little girl said, "Han Chuang studied hard for twelve years and was finally released from high school. Judging from your injury, it won't be healed in a few months, right?"

After Han Chuang studied hard, she understood that high school was roughly like a private school or academy.

An Ran was a little surprised. She didn't expect that her current status was that of someone who could study.

After all, there are differences between men and women. For men, it is a natural thing, but for women, it is sometimes difficult to do so.

Judging from what this little girl said, it seems that studying for her status is normal.

However, the journey to study is indeed difficult no matter what time it is.

An Ran calmly said, "So?"

The little girl choked up, obviously not expecting An Ran to react so calmly.

Not only that, there seemed to be a slight counterattack against her little thoughts in her calmness.

This is a very subtle feeling.

It was as if the person on the bed told her through these two words——

I know what you want to say, but I don't care.

Not only do I not care about what you say, I don't care about you either.

Like unrelated strangers.

A little too distant and indifferent.

The little girl was keenly aware of it.

She looked at An Ran carefully.

An Ran still had the same cold and indifferent expression, and it didn't change at all even when she stared at him specifically.

The little girl thought, there seems to be something different.

She suddenly felt overwhelmed and panicked that she couldn't fully understand.

She could no longer meet An Ran's eyes freely.

Driven by such panic, the little girl turned her head away as if to escape and looked around.

She saw the black leather book lying flat on the chair.

In order to divert her attention and relieve the inexplicable emotion in her heart, she reached out towards the notebook.

"What's this?"

The little girl asked, "Has anyone been here?"

In her mind, this was just an ordinary, common cowhide notebook. However, An Ran's expression changed instantly while lying on the hospital bed.

"Don't touch it!" she snapped.

As soon as the little girl's fingertips touched the notebook and she was about to pick it up, she was startled by An Ran's shout.

Just as he was about to leave the chair, the notebook slipped from his fingertips and fell back onto the chair again, making a muffled sound.

The voice was not loud, but because the ward was quiet and it came after An Ran finished shouting, it became particularly prominent.

She was stunned, turned around, curled her lips, and looked at An Ran, a little disinterested and a little aggrieved, "Why are you so fierce? I just want to take a look!"

Seeing her aggrieved look, An Ran's voice softened unconsciously, but it was still cold, "It's not yours, don't touch it."

The little girl was unconvinced and retorted, "Then it's yours? I've never seen you use such an old-fashioned notebook."

The door handle on the other side turned, and there was another sound of the door being opened.

A man and a woman walked in smiling.

They look to be in their forties, with light lines at the corners of their eyes, and when they smile (this chapter is not finished yet!)

Chapter 215: After beating the mandarin ducks, she read the book to death 2

Bring out a few folds.

Seeing the little girl standing in front of the hospital bed, both of them were stunned.

"Qingqing, why are you here?" the woman asked first

The smile on the woman's face has not completely dissipated, and mixed with the confusion and daze, it looks a little funny.

The little girl named "Qingqing" pursed her lips gently, "I'm so bored, so I came out from home to see her."

She did not look at the hospital bed, but pointed her arm sideways in the direction of the bed.

Only then did the woman and man notice the person hidden behind the little girl.

An Ran lay down in the pure white, tilted her head, looking at them curiously and calmly.

A surprised and happy smile immediately appeared on the woman's face, "Of course, you woke up!"

As she spoke, she took a few big steps to get closer to the edge of the bed.

An Ran shrank back half of his body and said, "Your hands are still dripping with water."

The woman stopped, as if a little confused, rolled her eyes and looked at her hands.

She was holding a square plastic box in her hand, which contained freshly washed fruits.

When she was washing the fruit, she didn't dry her hands, but just shook them casually. At this time, water droplets were still dripping down the back of her hands.

The woman suddenly realized, "Oh."

She quickly put the box on the chair and wiped her hands on her body.

An Ran watched helplessly as the water-stained box was placed on the black leather book with a "snap", and her whole body felt bad.

Her face darkened.

Why can't these two of them get along with that black leather notebook?

"Pick up the box." An Ran said displeasedly.

The woman was stunned again.

"Of course, you..." She broke off after just a few words, as if she didn't know how to express herself.

The man who seemed to be watching from behind took a big step forward.

"Of course, how can you talk to your mother like this?"

He criticized her.

Qingqing on the side showed a gloating expression.

She felt relieved because women were criticized equally by An Ran, and she was also happy because An Ran was criticized by men.

Qingqing watched the excitement without taking it too seriously, fanning the flames and saying, "Oh, this black leather notebook is so precious. Ouyang Anran protects it like an eyeball. No one can touch it, for fear that it will be ruined by her."

Anran turned around and aimed her gaze at Qingqing, "Ouyang Anran?"

Qingqing didn't expect that An Ran would immediately turn his attention to her and even mention just one name.

She instinctively felt a little panicked, but her long-term attitude towards Anron and their relationship with each other made her forcefully suppress this panic.

"What's wrong?" Qingqing felt guilty in her heart, but she maintained her confidence on her face, "You think I didn't call you sister, but called your name, and you're unhappy, right?"

An Ran blinked, "Sister?"

Generally speaking, the intonation is gentle, only the final sound rises slightly towards the end.

So in everyone's ears, it had a bit of irony again.

The woman felt pity for An Ran's injury, and with a calm attitude, she wanted to get rid of An Ran's situation, so she turned to Qingqing and said softly:

"Qingqing, you do disrespect your sister a little. I have told you so many times that she is your sister. You can't call her by her name. You have to call her "sister"."

Qingqing refused to give this face and retorted directly, "But this sister is not like me, who can skip junior high school and go to high school."

"Since she can't skip a grade like me, she can't be my role model in study."

"She is nothing special in other places."
To be continued...