Chapter 3 I'm Not Familiar With You "What's wrong?" Mrs. An was so excited that she was coaxed by the young man in front of her. When the servant came over, she had a rare smile.
"The door to the lady's room is locked and we can't get in."
"If you can't get in, you won't knock on the door."
"Knock it on."
If you can't get in even after knocking, it means An Ran was inside and didn't open the door on purpose.
Mrs. An said without thinking, "Let the young master go and take a look."
The servant took the soup and turned around to look for An Jing upstairs.
Hua Zhan looked at the cup of soup on the tray in the An family servant's hand and turned his eyes slightly, "Is Jing upstairs?"
"Upstairs." Mrs. An put the card back into the flower bucket and asked with a smile, "Do you want to go up and find him?"
"Is it convenient for me to go up and find him?" Hua Zhan asked expectantly.
"What's the inconvenience? Go ahead."
Beautiful children are always lovable, not to mention that the boy has a gentle smile and is well-educated in his words and deeds.
Mrs. An naturally wanted him to play well with her son.
……
upstairs.
An Jing stood at the door of An Ran's room and raised his hand to knock on the door when a servant in charge of cleaning the guest room came over, hesitating to speak.
"Master."
"what's up?"
The servant handed the photo in front of him, "I saw this in the trash can in the lady's room."
"Found it in An Ran's room?" An Jing took the photo with a surprised look on his face.
It was a photo of a friend, and it was messed up with a knife.
"Yes." The servant said softly.
As a good friend of the young master, Master Hua often comes to the house to play with the young master. Everyone in the An family knows him. When she saw this photo in the young lady's trash can, she thought about it and decided that it would be better to give it to the young master.
"What are you looking at?"
A bright and smiling young voice came from behind.
An Jing's first thought was to put away the photos in his hand, but Hua Zhan caught his eye quickly.
"Let me see whose photo you are holding in your hand." He was originally not curious about the photo in An Jing's hand, but became interested when he saw An Jing hurriedly trying to put it away.
An Jing quickly squeezed the photo into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket, "There's nothing interesting to see, why are you here?"
"I'll ask you to play ball."
Hua Zhan reached for An Jing's pocket and used all his strength because of his firm goal.
An Jing was unaware and the photo fell into his hands.
"It's what you want to see, don't regret it."
"What do I have to regret?" Hua Zhan, who had grabbed the photo, looked at An Jing triumphantly, "Let me see what kind of beauty she is. You can hide her and hug her without even showing me."
Soon, the smile froze on his face.
"You are smiling, why aren't you smiling? Do you not like to laugh by nature?" The one who was gloating turned into An Jing, "I told you not to look!"
Hua Zhan looked at himself in pieces in his hand and was dumbfounded, "You bitch, why did you cut my photo like this?"
"Who are you calling a bastard?" An Jing slapped his friend on the back, "Can we understand the situation carefully before talking?"
"This..." Hua Zhan looked at An Jing's magnanimous face and then at the photo in his hand, "I don't think you hate me so much."
"I know a dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth." An Jing chuckled.
Hua Zhan was dumbfounded, "Where did you get this photo? It can't be because I'm too good and some people are envious and jealous of me. They want to kill me." "Will you die if you are not narcissistic?" The one who knows best Good friends are still good friends.
Hua Zhan is always humble and kind in front of others, and he is very popular.
An Jing thought that he had seen through his true colors, that he was a narcissist.
"Are you kidding me?" Hua Zhan put away the fear on his face and asked curiously, "Jing, where did the photo come from? Don't tell me you picked it up."
The servant next to him hadn't left yet, and had been standing by quietly listening to their chat.
Hua Zhan noticed that when he asked An Jing where the photo came from, the servant looked at him again.
"I just picked it up." An Jing smiled.
After hearing this, Hua Zhan couldn't help but want to quarrel with him.
"Master, I have some cleaning work to do over there, so I'll go and do some work first." The servant cleaning the guest room excused himself in time.
An Jing nodded and looked at the servant carrying the soup, "Give me the soup and you can go and do the work."
"Master, be careful, it's hot."
"understood."
Wait until the servants have left.
Hua Zhan and An Jing crowded in front of An Ran's room door, "Is my sister sick?"
Hearing him call her sister this way, An Jing was unhappy, "Whose sister did you call?"
"It's your sister, your sister." Hua Zhan raised his hand in submission, "Is sister An Ran feeling better after her illness?"
"How did you know my sister was sick?"
"She told me last night."
"She told you, how?"
"Send a message."
Hua Zhan kept looking at the door in front of him. When he realized what he had said, he saw the cold face of his friend next to him, "Why do you have my sister's phone number?"
He came back to his senses and quickly made up for it, "Why do you think so of me? I came to your house and played games with your sister so many times? Now that we are schoolmates, what's wrong with exchanging phone numbers? Isn't it okay?"
An Jing thought that Hua Zhan usually got along well with his sister when he came home, and basically believed what he said, "I didn't say no, it's just..."
"Crack"——
Before An Jing finished speaking, the door in front of the two of them opened, and the girl's exquisite face was revealed behind the door.
An Ran has a pair of clear and dark eyes, with trembling eyelashes and red eyes. Her skin is as white as jade. I don't know what happened to half of her face, but it is slightly red and looks a bit swollen. Her long, thick hair is slightly messy and hanging down. Around the face, he looked a little lethargic.
But this does not diminish her beauty at all. On the contrary, people can't help but feel their heartstrings when looking at her.
"I didn't send him a message." After opening the door, An Ran didn't even look at Hua Zhan, her cold eyes fixed on An Jing's eyebrows.
"Did you hear us talking?" An Jingfang softened his voice, "Why did you cry? Is there something uncomfortable or painful?"
My heart aches.
An Ran lowered her eyes, her long and curly eyelashes trembling slightly, like butterfly wings that seemed to fan into people's hearts, "I feel sick in my stomach."
She heard An Jing talking to the servant through a door, but she just didn't want to get up.
Unexpectedly, not long after, Hua Zhan's voice was heard again.
She covered her head with the quilt and wrapped herself tighter.
She didn't want to see his face at all, which made her hate him so much every time she thought about it.
But when he heard An Jing tell him that he had sent him a message last night, he had to open the door and come out to explain.
In this life, she was determined not to have anything to do with him again. 1314 My ex-boyfriend was the first to ask for a crematorium.
(End of this chapter)