Chapter 433

"You are, such a deep hole... I've told you many times to calm you down. I won't let anything happen to me..."

Qiao Ansheng was also distressed, holding Qin Yanchen's hand and reading it over there, habitually blowing it gently to him.

Qiao Ansheng's breath brushed on his palm like a feather. Qin Yanchen's heart was numb. He didn't care about this pain.

Now it's being blown by Qiao Ansheng. I can't feel anything except crispness.

Here, the young couple are greasy and stick together. Qin Guangyan has no face to look at it. He has to turn around to deal with the rest of the mess. He is going to command someone to take steward Ren down.

However, seeing that housekeeper Ren suddenly broke free from the shackles of those bodyguards, Qin Guangyan was stunned and shouted, "Lao Ren, you..."

However, before he finished his stumbling words, he saw Ren housekeeper quickly jump back and jump out of the window.

"Lao Ren!"

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

The cold wind pierced into his ears, and Ren housekeeper's body fell sharply. The sky was farther and farther away. I don't know whether Xiaoman escaped smoothly?

Bang

A dull noise!

The sound of the human body falling from the height of the third floor was like a dull thunder, and the whole split in Yao man's ear.

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 back.

There was a long silence around her. She stood there and looked back from a distance.

Vaguely, you can only see a very distorted human figure lying on the ground. Obviously, Yao man is not very close, but he is in a trance and has smelled the strong smell of blood.

After a few seconds, the panic sounds from the outside seemed to break through the estrangement and squeeze into yaoman's ears one after another.

The wind blew from there. Yao man opened his mouth and was immediately filled with a cold wind. She stared at the people in the distance.

It seems to be an old and yellowing vision.

In a trance, she saw that when she was a child, she was alone. Like now, she stood at the door of yaozhai villa, with the sad afterglow of the sunset reflected in her pupils.

She has never seen her parents since she can remember, even if her parents' photos are clearly hung at home.

When you grow up, you will know that only you survived the massacre at home.

It can't be said whether she was lucky or unfortunate. As the only survivor of the massacre, she was lucky to inherit all the inheritance of the Yao family and had no worries about food and clothing all her life.

She lives alone in such a large and magnificent villa.

There were groups of servants at home, but no one dared to approach her. Occasionally someone came to see her, but they all looked at her with pity.

The servant was so respectful to her face, but he was always talking about her behind his back.

She said she was a broom star. Ke died and lost his family.

Yao man sometimes can't stand hiding and crying secretly, but she doesn't dare to cry very loudly. She shrinks in the corner and covers her mouth for fear of being seen and more criticism.

Until one day, as usual, she heard other people's comments, and 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 hand put on her shoulder, picked her up from the ground, and patted the dust on her little silk skirt.

Yao man raised his eyes in amazement and saw a very kind man in a black tuxedo squatting in front of her, smiling gently and asking her, "Miss, why are you crying here alone?"

The man took out a soft silk handkerchief, wiped away the tears on her face little by little, and wiped her nose clean.

Yao man stretched his young face, looked at the man from bottom to top, leaned his head, grabbed a wooden stick on the ground, poked hard at the soft ground, and said in a stuffy tone, "who are you and what are you doing here?"

The man always smiled. After wiping her tears, he took out a wet towel and wiped her hands from head to foot.

After wiping, he stood up and bowed to Yao man.

"Don't be afraid, miss. I'm here to take care of you..."

Care?

Yaoman's eyes widened suspiciously. She looked at the man. After a long time, yaoman turned his head. She was still young and shook her head angrily.

"I don't need to be taken care of... Anyway... You people will think I'm a broom star..."

She sucked her nose and continued to poke the soil under her feet with the stick in her hand.

"So are my parents... Why did they give birth to me and leave me here alone... I hate you..."

The smile on the man's face stiffened for a moment. He was stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal. He smiled softly. Suddenly he 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... Unspeakable reasons."

Yao man asked unconvinced, "what's the reason?"

The man paused. Somehow, there was a shallow scar on his eyebrow. He frowned and seemed to be thinking of a suitable reason.

"Maybe he wants you to live more decently."

Yao man didn't speak, just opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. The man whispered.

"If he can, he hopes to leave all the good things to you, but compared with this, he hopes that you can live in the sun for the rest of your life, 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 behind him.

"How can there be parents who don't love their children?"

She looked up at the man standing beside her.

He was very tall, and his figure completely covered Yao man. He comforted Yao man and led Yao man out.

At that moment, Yao man felt a warm for no reason. She was very familiar with the sudden man.

That kind of feeling is very strange, like it was engraved in the blood a long time ago, familiar like a relative.

She looked at the smiling face of the man. Through the man, she seemed to see her father comforting herself in a soft voice.

The man obviously looks ordinary. The picture of his father hangs high at home. He can't even reach one ten thousandth of his father, but Yao man just thinks he looks like his father.

She couldn't tell exactly what it was like.