Chapter 835： : Blood relatives (3)

"Mom, this is what I collected from the orphanage..."

Before An Xin was about to explain her words, Elder An suddenly interrupted her: "You dare to lie? Such an expensive cat will stray in the streets? As long as the cat leaves the gate of An's house, it will be met within an hour. I was taken away and sold for resale! Adopted? You really adopted a few stray cats to come back and let me see!"

An Xin's mouth slumped but he didn't dare to speak any more, only in front of An Ping's gaze, with red eyes and whispered: "Mom, I just like these little animals so much. That time my friend said they brought me. After a few came back, I picked a few I liked and bought them back, just some kittens and puppies, no matter how much it costs, it shouldn’t be considered a big deal..."

An Ping looked at her for a while, sighed, and turned around and said, "Dad, this is really not a big deal, but it's just a few small animals. If you want to buy it with peace of mind, let her buy it, not to mention such a cat, no matter how expensive it is. Wherever it goes, no matter how much it is, at least it’s a kind of kindness to take care of small animals, isn’t it?"

"Oh, kind!" Old man An said with an ugly face: "If she is really kind, she will give the money to the children in the orphanage. If she really does this, I might change her outlook! Unfortunately, Apart from showing off her excellent life all day, the good daughter you adopted is all imitating the ladies of various families. She wears whatever others wear, and others like to go to the catwalks. She is also like a model. Go and watch some catwalks decently. Is there not enough clothes for her? Watch what catwalks!"

"Grandpa, I just wanted to go to a catwalk, which made you so dissatisfied! But I wasted a few hours at the airport just because I wanted to go to Paris. If you come back so late for a few hours, you will be born. How can you be so angry and say this to the guests at home!"

An Xin said with red eyes, but she resisted the tears and turned around angrily when she saw Zuo Hancheng's clear eyes without any pity, and ran out.

"An Xin, what are you doing? Come back!" An Ping hurriedly stopped her.

"I'm not going to eat anymore, eat it! I'm not the one who made your home! I don't deserve to sit and eat with you!" An Xin choked and ran out, and the Bengal cat hurried in from the direction of the back door. In the dark.

Although I know An Xin's small problems, there is really no need to blatantly hurt a girl's heart. After An Ping walked a few steps in that direction, she stopped and looked at the dark night outside the door, then suddenly turned and said : "Dad, you..."

As soon as the words came to her lips, the expression on An Ping's face suddenly stopped. From this angle, she saw An Hao sitting behind the old lady.

An Hao also smiled at her at the moment An Ping saw her. When she stood up, she smiled politely and generously: "It turns out that Auntie, you are a family member. We met in Los Angeles last time. Do you remember me?"

An Ping stared at Anhao's face. The movements and eyes that were about to speak for Anxin gradually diminished. In the end, only the surprise and an unknown excitement were left because of Anhao's appearance.

"You..." An Ping suddenly took a step towards her, but when she saw the alienated attitude hidden under the smile in Anhao's eyes, she hurriedly stopped her footsteps, raising her hand for a moment and felt uncomfortable. He put it down, and gradually turned to a seemingly calm greeting: "It turned out to be you, I saw it in the hospital in Los Angeles that time, I remember, but..."

An Ping stared at Anhao with some eager eyes, but found that Anhao looked thinner than last time and frowned: "It's been less than a month, why do you look so much thinner?"

"Something happened recently and I had a small illness." An Hao lightly covered the incident of his life passing through the ghost gate, still looking at An Ping with a smile. The complicated look that seemed eager and awkward: "We are here to see Elder An. I didn't expect to meet Auntie you here. It seems that we are really fate."

Anhao laughed while talking, her auntie bit the two words very hard.

"Sick?" An Ping's concerned gaze suddenly moved down from her somewhat thin face, and she glanced at her again from top to bottom.

It’s hot, and I’m wearing summer clothes. Under the clothes, I can’t see the wounds that have just healed. The small wounds on my legs are not really bright because the light in the restaurant is not particularly dazzling. , But Anhao's skin is very white, as white as Anping.

Seeing An Hao and An Ping’s instinct in such a dialogue, Old Man An felt something was wrong, and then looked at Zuo Hancheng again.

Seeing that Zuo Hancheng had spoken quietly since he was able to speak, his quiet eyes were extremely intriguing.

The intention of these two young people...

Grandpa An suddenly said: "Okay, the servant has already delivered all the food. I will sit down and eat first. There are guests here today. Don't worry about things that are safe for you. I will talk about it later, lest the girl will give it to Hancheng and Anhao We are embarrassed to settle down."

"Just now you said that the child so unkindly, wouldn't it be regarded as embarrassing to the An family?" Mrs. An couldn't help but sarcastically turned her back.

Old man An only winked at An Ping as if he hadn't heard the same: "I can't come to sit? Since you've met Anhao, it's not unfamiliar. Come here and eat first."

But when An Ping heard Anhao’s name, even if she knew who she was tomorrow, her eyes trembled, and when she saw the meaningful smile in Anhao’s eyes, she walked over, but her eyes were here. Suddenly, Shi made contact with the old lady's eyes for a second, and the next second, the old lady sat directly next to Anhao, An Ping went around the dining table and sat down opposite Anhao.

...

At this time, the night outside the restaurant was thick, even in summer, it was already dark.

The restaurant seems to be very lively. Old man An always talks about the relationship between his youth and Mr. Zuo when he was young. When talking about Xing, he also said that he would let the servants call over. He wanted to call Mr. Zuo and be sarcastic. he.

If it hadn't been for Mrs. An to sit down and ridicule him from time to time, it is estimated that Mrs. An could really make a call.

But the few people sitting there seemed to be full of smiles, but they all had their own thoughts. Although An Ping didn’t talk much at the table, she often picked up some new dishes when the servant brought other new dishes. Anhao is in a bowl, and those are really the favorite flavors when Anhao was a child.