Chapter 410

"I don't know. This kind of thing is predestined. If he is obedient, he will learn to be a good brother. Maybe his younger brother and sister will come out to see you."

Tossing his head askew: "I'm very obedient, and I'll learn to be a good brother. If my younger brothers and sisters come out, I can teach them a lot of things, and I'll tell them bedtime stories."

"Baby is the best."

Changhuan kisses diliao's forehead: "good night."

"Good night, Mommy."

Throw in Changhuan's arms, lips bent, with a sweet smile asleep in the past.

After throwing himself to sleep, Chang Huan hugs him, but he doesn't feel sleepy at all.

She sent a wechat to Jiang shaoxun: "who is that woman?"

Jiang shaoxun looked up a lot of information about that woman in his study, but he got nothing. She was just like a woman who appeared out of thin air.

When Jiang shaoxun was thinking about it, he saw the wechat Chang Huan sent to him. He jokingly replied to Chang Huan, "that's my second uncle's adopted daughter."

Mingming's room is not far away, but neither of them has moved. They are using communication tools to contact each other.

Chang Huan made an angry expression.

Jiang shaoxun immediately returned an expression of begging for mercy, and replied: "I'm not sure. It's still under investigation. You should have a rest early."

When Changhuan sees Jiang shaoxun's reply to her early rest, she sighs. Jiang shaoxun is not ready to continue to chat with him. Forget it, she still doesn't want to disturb Jiang shaoxun.

The next day.

The dry daughter Jiang Xianhong brought back got up very early the next day. She was dressed in plain white clothes, with long black straight hair hanging down. She walked very slowly. Every move was very lady like, like the daughter of a family.

Changhuan early with throw up morning exercise, in the morning exercise, let Changhuan did not expect, the woman actually will take the initiative to her.

The woman's eyes were too similar to her. The face under the veil made Chang Huan want to tear it down to see what it looked like.

Changhuan looks at the woman in front of her with vigilance. Her eyes are bent. She seems to be laughing at Changhuan. She also reaches out her hand. She doesn't know what she is doing.

Diao stood beside Changhuan and said to him coldly, "she's saying it's a beautiful day today!"

Chang Huan looked at his son in surprise: "do you understand?"

"When I was bored, I learned sign language by the way, so I know, Mommy, I'm going back to my room to take a bath."

"Good."

Let throw to leave, long Huan looking at the woman in front of her, said to her: "can you remove the veil on your face?"

The woman shook her head and made a gesture that Chang Huan couldn't understand.

"What's your name?" This kind of communication makes Chang Huan feel uncomfortable, "can you write? If you can't say it, can you write it down in writing? "

But the woman took Changhuan's hand. Changhuan collected it, but unexpectedly found that her strength was very strong.

She wrote a few words on Changhuan's palm.

Chang Huan frowned: "don't you know? You don't even know your own name? "

The woman showed a sad expression, and the strong sadness seemed to come out of the thin body.

Changhuan put her hand on her forehead, and she didn't say anything to make her feel sad. It seemed that she had bullied her.

"Nie Changhuan, what are you doing?"

Jiang Xianhong's voice suddenly rushed over, I also went to Changhuan in front, and his adopted daughter in his own behind, regardless of the blame Changhuan: "you this is to do to my daughter."

"I just asked her name."

"She doesn't have a name. When I see her, she has lost her memory and can't speak. Don't hurt her. If she is short of a cold hair, I will definitely make it hard for you."

After Jiang Xianhong put down his cruel words to Chang Huan, he left with the woman.

Amnesia, no name, dumb, long Huan laugh, this is not simply unable to pry something out of their mouth.

Chang Huan put her hand on her eyes. The closer she looked at the woman, the more she found that their eyes were very similar.

Chang Huan then enters the room. Zhang wanran stands in the kitchen and waves to her.

After seeing Zhang wanran's wave, Chang Huan walks over. Zhang wanran is filling up the porridge and says to Chang Huan, "Huan Huan, don't have too much opinion about the person your second uncle brought back."

"She is also pitiful. Since your second uncle wants to support her, let your second uncle support her."

"And your second uncle has never married a wife..."

Zhang wanran said and stopped what she was going to say next.

When Chang Huan heard the words in front of him, he was shocked to take a breath. What did he say? How could he change his mind so much in one night?

"Mom, did the second uncle say anything to you last night?"

Zhang wanran shook her head. She looked at the door, and then whispered to Chang Huan, "I couldn't sleep last night, so I went to see that woman. She was wearing a veil because her face was full of scars, those scars..."

Zhang wanran didn't seem willing to think of the same thing and trembled.

How could chang Huan believe that when she was acting, the wounds made up by the makeup artist could be confused with the real.

I don't know where the momentum came from. Changhuan went to the woman and said with a smile, "you should have no clothes. I have a lot of clothes there. I'll choose a few for you. I don't wear them."

Chang Huan said very gently, and did not show his hostility.

She looked up at Changhuan, her eyes seemed to be thinking, like she couldn't make up her mind. She looked back at Jiang Xianhong.

Jiang Xianhong nodded and shook his hand: "go, go, Nie Changhuan, give her more clothes. It's just that I don't want to spend money to buy her any more."

Changhuan walked in front of her. She took the woman to the cloakroom and said, "you can choose whatever you like. You can also choose a hat or a bag."

Changhuan looks at her carefully, she is not timid at all, and she is choosing clothes seriously, but she turns her back to Changhuan, so Changhuan can't see what kind of expression she is now.

She made a gesture with her hand. Chang Huan tried to translate what she wanted to express.

"Are you asking me if I can choose this one in your hand?"

She nodded like a pound of garlic, sad eyes, but also more than a joy, like a little girl to get their favorite things after the same happy.