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Su Yan's groin gripped the front of his shirt tightly as he cursed, "Big liar."

With that, she buried herself in his arms and cried out, "You liar! Big liar! You obviously found me, but why didn't you tell me! … "

He held her tighter, one arm around her, the other stroking her loose hair.

Thinking of something, he suddenly touched her stomach.

Su Yan knew what was going on. He was asking her, "Are you hungry?"

However, she cried even more. She bit his shoulder until she tasted the sweetness in his mouth before letting go.

Wen Bao could not help but laugh. He patted her head, got up and turned on the light. Then, he dialed a number. "Wen, buy me some food."

Su Yannan looked up and saw the dark green figure in Wen Heng's eyes. He looked haggard and haggard like he had never been before.

She took his hand and asked, "How long have I been out?"

She could tell from his mouth that he was saying, "Six days."

Su Yan lowered his head and slowly tightened his grip, "You recognized me long ago, right? You were at the entrance of the Juvenile Prison that day, and you wanted to pick me up …" Was it me? "

Wen Heng smiled lightly and moved his fingertips.

Su Yan's eyes reddened as he cried out once more, "Then all those days you've been playing with me, haven't you? "Is playing with me fun?"

Winston looked at her with a funny expression, took out his mobile phone and typed a few words.

"Little girl, you are getting better and better at throwing the wok. You clearly didn't recognize me at first, but now you're throwing the blame on me?"

Su Yan Wen shook off his hand and retorted, "What do you mean I didn't recognize you? I didn't know you could talk right now …"

The moment she said this, her expression immediately changed. She asked, "You pretended to be mute back then?"

Wen Erlang shook his head and wrote another line of words on his cell phone. Just as he was about to show it to her, Jiang Wen opened the door and came in.

"Young Master," Jiang Wen said respectfully, "Miss Su's illness had just started to heal, so I only bought some plain porridge."

Wen Heng nodded and glanced at Su Yanzheng.

However, Su Yan Wen had already propped himself up from the bed. "I'll do it myself."

With that, she took the bowl of porridge from Jiang Wen's hands, drank a few mouthfuls, and then asked, "Oh right, you haven't answered me yet? What did you just write on your phone? "

Win showed her the phone, which had only a few words on it.

"Eat obediently."

Tsk, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it …

Su Yan's mouth twitched as he lowered his head in silence.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, she lost her appetite.

The back of her head was still hurting faintly. She tried hard not to make a sound, but when she walked into the bathroom alone, she fell straight to the floor through the door.

She sat on the ground for a long moment, breathing heavily, then pushed herself up and walked over to the huge mirror.

He had bandages wrapped around his head and his hair was disheveled. His palm-sized face was so pale that there was not even a trace of blood on it. On it, there were two palm marks that had yet to disappear.

Her eyes turned red and she sniffed, not daring to think about what had happened that day.

It was a long time before she came out of the bathroom.

At first glance, he saw her eyes, which were as red as a white rabbit's.

Before he could even ask, Su Yan had already pointed at his forehead and said pitifully, "Wen Heng, do you know how to leave scars here? Will I disfigure myself? "

Wen Heng could not help but laugh. His long fingers were already touching her forehead.

"Nope." He took out his phone and showed it to her. "I've already found the best skin repair doctor for you. There won't be any scars on your face."

With a sigh of relief, Su Yan bared his white teeth at him. "I'm going to sleep, hurry up and go back."

Wen Bao raised the center of his brows and quickly typed a line on his phone with his fingertip. "You don't need me to accompany you?"

"No." With a bright smile, Su Yan pushed him towards the door.

She couldn't muster any strength, but he had already followed her scratching motions out of the room.

The door slammed shut behind him.

Wen Heng stood in the corridor with an unreadable expression. After a long time, he mumbled in an almost indiscernible voice, "Little girl …"

Su Yan returned to his bed and turned off the light.

She tucked herself into the quilt, a small lump, as if that was the only way to protect herself.

Brother Sanshui, who is bad, why is it Wenheng?

The playboy bro that everyone in the capital despised, why was he the best Sanshui for her in this world, excluding her mother and uncle?

Su Yan was hiding behind the blanket as he stared blankly at the darkness. He had not slept for the entire night.

After about ten days in the hospital, the doctor finally removed the bandage from her head.

As Wen Erheng had said, there was not a single scar left on Su Yan's forehead. Apart from the back of his head, there was a crooked stitch.

The doctor saw her touching his head in a daze, he hurriedly wrote down a sentence on the paper, "It's alright Miss Su, this little scar will be covered by your hair, no one can see it."

Su Yan nodded her head, thanked him, then got up and left.

When she went to settle the bill, the staff told her that she had already been paid.

Su Yan was surprised for a moment. He quickly realized that it was General Wen who had helped her settle the debt.

He pursed his lips, remembered the 500,000 that he had received from selling the gown more than ten days ago, and sent a text message to Wen.

Not long after, Wen returned. There was only a string of numbers: his bank account number.

Without any hesitation, Su Yannan transferred the five hundred thousand silver taels over without leaving a single cent for himself.

After she transferred the funds, she sent another text message.

— What's left, I'll pay you back when I have money.

"..."

It was already evening when An Qingchen returned to his apartment.

When he changed his shoes, he suddenly smelled a hint of fragrance coming from the kitchen. He was surprised for a moment, then saw Su Yannan in an apron carrying a dish in both hands walking out of the kitchen.

"Cen, you're back." She looked at him with a smile, "Come and eat."

An Qingchen was startled, standing at the doorway as he looked at her.

He had been eating alone and sleeping alone for more than ten days. He had felt that the person in front of him would never return again …

It was as if something wanted to break out of her heart. She frowned as she forcefully suppressed that feeling.

When Su Yan saw his frowning expression, he immediately became angry.

She licked her lips and realized that if she suddenly left and returned without a word of greeting, she would be angry with anyone for doing so.

"Qing Cen," Su Yan wiped his wet hands. He picked up a gift box from the table and handed it to Qing Cheng. "I bought some things for you on the way here. You probably need them because of the amount of training you've done."

An Qingchen took it, but did not open it on the spot.

"Sis, why did you come back so quickly? I thought you would be home for a long time." He smiled at Su Yan.

Su Yan Wen closely stared at his lips, trying to discern what he was saying from his mouth, but to no avail.

She took a deep breath and quickly turned around, not wanting to let the little sheep worry about her. She smiled and instructed, "Hurry up and eat. The food is getting cold."

An Qingchen looked at her back and frowned.

She had lost a lot of weight, and her face had lost a lot of weight.

Did the Su Clan not treat her well?

As he thought of this, An Qingcheng sneered and didn't bother to ask.

The two of them sat at the table, eating.

However, Su Yannan was still trembling with fear. He would raise his head from time to time to see if An Qingchen was speaking, afraid that he would discover that there was something wrong with her ears.

Fortunately, An Qingchen ate very quietly, not saying a single word after the meal.

However, he was able to detect Su Yan's occasional glances.

He lowered his head and a trace of ridicule flashed in the depths of his eyes.

After finishing the meal, Su Yannan hurriedly carried the plate into the kitchen. "Qingchen, you must be tired from your training today. I'll go wash up now."

She turned on the tap as fast as she could and watched the clear water flow from her fingertips, but there was no sound in her ears at all.

He lowered his head in frustration and placed the dirty plate into the sink.

"Sis," An Qingcheng called after her back as she reached the kitchen door at some point in time.

Su Yannan, on the other hand, didn't even turn his head around. He didn't even make a sound.

An Qing Cen frowned and walked over, gently patting her on the shoulder, "Sister."