"You are, such a deep hole... I have told you so many times. Let you calm down, I won't let myself have something to do..."

Qiao Ansheng also pinched Qin Yanchen's hand with heartache and muttered it over there, habitually blowing it to him.

Qiao Ansheng's breathing was like feathers brushing on his palms. Qin Yanchen felt numb and he didn't care about this pain at all.

Now that I am blown by Qiao Ansheng, I can't feel anything except numbness.

On this side, the young couple were stuck together in a slight way. Qin Guangyan had no face to look at it, so he had to turn his head to deal with the remaining mess. He was planning to direct someone to take down the housekeeper Ren.

But seeing that Butler Ren suddenly broke free from the shackles of those bodyguards, Qin Guangyan was stunned for a moment and shouted anxiously: "Old Ren, you..."

However, before he finished speaking, he saw Butler Ren jumping back quickly and jumping out of the window.

"Old Ren!"

Qin Guangyan took a few steps forward and tried his best to reach out to grab him, but he didn't even touch a corner of his clothes.

The cold wind pierced into his ears, and the housekeeper's body fell sharply, and the sky became farther and farther away. I wonder if Xiaoman had escaped successfully?

Bang……

A dull sound!

The human body fell from the height of the third floor, and the sound caused was like a muffled thunder, slashing in Yao Man's ears.

She had just rushed out of the path in front of the villa and stumbled towards the door, but after hearing the sound, she subconsciously turned around.

There was a long silence around her. She stood there, looking back from a distance.

I could only vaguely see a very twisted human figure on the ground. Although it was not very close, Yao Man was already vaguely smelling the strong smell of blood.

After a few seconds, the panicked voices from the outside seemed to have squeezed through the barriers, layer by layer and rush into Yao Man's ears.

The wind blew from there, Yao Man opened her mouth, and was instantly filled with a cold wind. She stared at the people in the distance.

It seems to be an old and yellowed vision.

In a trance, she saw that when she was young, she was alone, and as she was now, standing at the door of Yao's villa, her pupils were filled with the miserable afterglow under the setting sun.

She has never seen her parents in memory, even though her parents' photos were clearly hanging at home.

If you grow up a little longer, you will know that the family massacre happened at home, and only you survived.

It can't be said to be lucky or unfortunate. As the only survivor of the massacre, she lucky enough to inherit all the inheritance of the Yao family and will never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of her life.

She lives alone in a huge and magnificent villa.

There were many servants at home, but no one dared to approach her. Occasionally, someone came to her, but she looked at her with a look of pity.

The servant was even more respectful to her in this way, but he was talking about her behind her back.

He said she was a broom star, and the family was killed and the family was very devastated.

Sometimes Yao Man couldn't stand hiding and cried secretly, but she didn't dare to cry loudly, huddled in the corner and covered her mouth, for fear of being seen, which would cause even more criticism.

Until one day, as usual, she heard other people's comments, and then secretly ran to the garden, curled up on the ground, covered her mouth, and cried silently.

Tears fell on the ground.

At this time, a pair of hands were placed on her shoulders, picked her up from the ground, and patted the dust stained on her silk skirt.

Yao Man raised his eyes in a daze and saw a very kind-hearted man in a black tuxedo squatting in front of her, and asked her with a gentle smile: "Miss, why are you crying here alone?"

The man took out a soft silk cutlery, wiped away the tears from her face little by little, and wiped her snot clean.

Yao Man stretched out her tender little face, looked at the man from bottom to top, and looked at the man with a very restrained look, then turned his head, grabbed a wooden stick on the ground, poked the soft ground hard, and said in a muffled tone: "Who are you, what are you doing here?"

The man always smiled. After wiping her tears, he took out a piece of wet wipe and carefully wiped her hands from head to toe.

After finishing the wipe, he stood up and bowed to Yao Man.

"Miss, don't be afraid, I'm here to take care of you..."

take care of?

Yao Man's eyes widened suspiciously. She looked at the man. After a while, Yao Man turned her head. She was still young and shook her head in anger.

"I don't need anyone to take care of... Anyway... Anyway, you guys will think I'm a broom star..."

She sniffed and continued to poke the soil under her feet with the small wooden stick in her hand.

"The same is true for my parents... why did they give birth to me and leave me alone here again...I hate you..."

The man's smile stiffened for a moment. He was stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal. His smile became softer. He suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pulled Yao Man's hand over and wrapped it with his big hand.

"Don't think so, your parents...they, they must have...there's no way to say the reason."

Yao Man asked back with dissatisfaction: "What's the reason?"

The man paused, and somehow there was a shallow scar on his brow. He frowned, as if he was thinking of a suitable reason.

"Maybe, he wants you to live more decently."

Yao Man didn't say anything, just opened his eyes and stared at the man in front of him, and the man whispered softly.

"If possible, he hopes to leave all the good things to you, but rather than this, he hopes that Miss, you will live openly in the sunshine in the name of your mother and daughter..."

The man's words were too profound for Yao Man at that time. Yao Man couldn't understand them at all. The only thing he could remember was the next sentence he said.

"Where are parents in the world who don't feel sorry for their children?"

She looked up at the man standing beside her.

He was very tall, and his figure completely covered Yao Man. After comforting Yao Man, he led Yao Man out and walked out.

At that moment, Yao Man felt a sense of unreasonable warmth. She was very familiar with this man who suddenly appeared.

That kind of relationship is very strange, as if it was engraved in the blood for a long time, and it is familiar like a relative.

She looked at the man's smiling expression, and through the man, she seemed to see her father comforting herself softly.

The man looks ordinary, and his father's photos are hung high at home. He can't even reach one ten thousandth of his father's, but Yao Man just thinks he looks like his father.
Chapter completed!