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Su Yiheng did not understand the viciousness in her eyes. He used his sleeves to wipe the tears off his face and walked in front of her and nodded his head resolutely.

He wanted the violin.

"Elder sister is telling you, there's a pile of trash here. You throw them into the trash can with your mouth, so I'll consider giving you the violin."

The servant at the side laughed out loud.

Su Yiheng couldn't understand their intentions, he only knew that this kind sister would return the violin to him.

The garbage bag was very heavy. He struggled to hold the bottom of the bag, clenching the handle of the bag with his teeth as he struggled to walk forward.

The garbage stank. He had retched many times.

But he wanted the violin. It was a gift from his father, and he had to insist.

"Yi Heng... "Yi Heng …"

Amidst the noisy crowd, Su Anran's heart was burning with anxiety.

There was no one at home. Had Yi Heng been kidnapped by a trafficker?

Villa? Yes, the villa. Yi Heng wanted to go back.

Her nails dug into her palms and the blood on her gauze soaked through her T-shirt, but she couldn't care less.

She only wanted to be faster, so that nothing would happen to Yi Heng.

After throwing all the trash into the trash, Su Yiheng couldn't care less about the dirt on his body. With a face full of anticipation, he ran in front of the female owner and picked up the fiddle, staring at her.

Seeing the dirt and grease on his body, she smiled sinisterly. "Little brother, you did well. Let's do another game. I'll give you this violin, okay?"

Su Yiheng did not understand, that thing clearly belonged to him, why did he have to do something before he could take it back?

She brought the flying saucer she used to tease her dog with and went out onto the lawn.

She told Su Yiheng that he had to catch the flying discs as much as possible when she threw them out.

In order to catch the flying discs, Su Yiheng had fallen several times. His face was pale and even his breathing was a little hurried.

However, the two of them ignored him and laughed even more heartily.

When Su Anran rushed to the villa, she fell to the ground and bit on the Frisbee.

Seeing his brother being played like a dog, Su Anran's heart was ignited with a monstrous rage.

"Young Master, look, isn't that the pregnant woman who sneaked away?" Just as Uncle Zhao stopped the car, he indicated towards Su Anran's direction with his hand.

The pair of eyes under the sunglasses were like an eagle staring at Su Anran.

"Yi Heng, are you alright?" Su Anran helped Su Yiheng up and slowly patted his back in pain.

Su Yiheng had a heart attack, so he couldn't do any strenuous exercise.

She quickly gave him the medicine in her bag, and when he got better and asked her what had happened, the more she heard, the angrier she became.

"Elder sister, this elder sister is a good person. She said that as long as I play with her, she will give me the violin."

Looking at her brother's pale white face, which was still brimming with smiles, Su Anran's throat choked up. She did not fulfill her promise to her father, but she actually made her brother suffer such humiliation.

"Elder sister? I'm afraid she can't afford it! Yi Heng, you must remember that this kind of immoral person, no matter how rich and good-looking he is, is still dirty and despicable! "

The lady was enraged, she immediately went up to give Su Anran two slaps.

Su Anran reacted quickly and grabbed her arm tightly.

But the wound on her abdomen was still bleeding. Her body was extremely tired and weak, and she quickly fell to the ground.

The woman did not plan to let Su Anran go, such a lowly person actually dared to humiliate her.

She was about to kick her twice when she was stopped.

This man was the impatient Uncle Zhao.

"Let go! Let go of me! What kind of dog are you to dare touch me?!" The woman started cursing at him.

Uncle Zhao could not be bothered with such an ignorant and uneducated woman.

"Are you okay?" It was originally a caring sentence, but when it came from the man's mouth, it didn't have the slightest bit of warmth.

Looking at the bloodstains on Su Anran's abdomen and her pale little face, he frowned and went forward to help her up.

Su Anran's face was pale white, her lips had long since lost their color, but she still stubbornly shook her head: "Thank you, I'm fine."

Afraid that Su Yiheng's heart disease would strike again, she struggled to carry him.

The wound hurt, and more blood flowed out. Su Anran frowned.

Uncle Zhao could not bear it any longer and quickly went to receive Su Yiheng.

"You scolded me and now you want to leave? And you, old man, how dare you touch me with your filthy hands.

The woman walked quickly to the door and stopped all four of them.

"Go, take the violin." The man ordered the child in Uncle Zhao's arms coldly.

Seeing that the man who had helped him before had spoken, Su Yiheng suddenly felt his courage increasing as he came down from Uncle Zhao's embrace and resolutely picked up the fiddle.

"That's mine. Put it down, I won't give it to you even if you throw it into the trash."

The woman ran in front of Su Yiheng like crazy and was stopped by the Uncle Zhao.

Su Yiheng gratefully looked at this cold and indifferent man, and then looked towards Su Anran with eager eyes.

"This is what you deserve. You can reap what you pay, but Yi Heng, in the future you have to differentiate between good and evil. Today, her actions are a form of humiliation! Do you remember? "

Su Anran squatted, ignoring the pain in her abdomen, she began to educate Su Yiheng.

Su Yiheng nodded as if he understood something.