After dinner, the nanny ran over and knocked on the door again. An Yeran picked up the plate and walked to the door to open the door: "It's timely."

As she said that, she placed the plate in her hand on the nanny's hand, "Go and wash it."

The nanny forced a smile on her face: "No, Miss Second, it was the wife who asked me to call the young master down."

"Call Lu Xiu?" An Yeran wiped his mouth, "What are you asking him for? He wants to do his homework, so how can he have time to go on?"

The nanny said: "Second Miss, stop kidding. The lady just asked for leave for the young master yesterday. How could she have homework?"

Ask for leave?

An Yeran frowned slightly.

She thought about it carefully and seemed that this paragraph was indeed written in the original work.

Jiang Li asked Lu Xiu for leave the day after Lu's father died, and then locked him in the basement. Occasionally, the nanny let him clean the house, or threw the housework that Jiang Li gave her to Lu Xiu for doing. After Jiang Li handled the company's handover, she let Lu Xiu go back to school to class.

When they arrived at school, the boys knew about the incident at Lu Xiu's family, and Jiang Anxue's intentional isolation, they bullied him even more unscrupulously. The girls wanted to protect him, but every time they protected him, the boys would bully him even more.

Over time, Lu Xiu became more and more taciturn and basically didn't talk to anyone at school.

"What did my mother ask Lu Xiu for? If you don't tell me, I won't let him go down." An Yeran leaned against the door, looking like a scoundrel.

The nanny suppressed the anger in her heart and forced her to slow down her voice, "My wife calls him, I don't know either."

An Yeran said, "Oh, then go back and tell my mom that he is not available." After she said that, she slammed the door.

The nanny outside the door was so angry that she looked ferocious. She didn't dare to do anything to An Yeran, so she could only take the plate back and tell Jiang Li.

An Yeran turned around, Lu Xiuzheng stood behind her, his brown eyes staring at her quietly, and the boy's eyes seemed to have a kind of magic, which made people couldn't help but indulge in one glance.

"What's wrong?" An Yeran asked, "Have you finished my homework?"

A smile appeared on Lu Xiu's delicate little face: "Not yet, but, second sister, aunt is calling me."

The boy looked very well-behaved and seemed very obedient. An Yeran raised his eyebrows, walked to him, and reached out to pinch his little face: "You don't know what she told you to think about it? Lu Xiu, you are eight years old, whether it's good or bad, I think you can tell it."

An Yeran said, letting go of the boy's little face, and the soft and delicate touch of fingertips when touching the skin, which was very flexible. She wanted to pinch it again, but she held it back.

The boy was stunned when she pinched her face.

An Yeran had never done anything like this to him the previous few times.

The girl lay back on the bed, unplugged the charger, and the phone charged about 40% of the electricity, and almost a few more games could be played.

Lu Xiu stood there for a while and found that the girl was addicted to games and stopped talking to him. He slowly returned to his desk.

There were exercises for the second grade of elementary school on the table. He did not pick up the pen immediately, but turned forward.

The homework book is full of beautiful and elegant small characters, which looks very familiar. After writing for four lifetimes, he cannot recognize his handwriting.

The boy's eyes were dark.

Before he was reborn, I was always helping An Yeran do homework.

Moreover, it is done very seriously, just like treating some baby.
Chapter completed!