Chapter 314

Song Fengwan's words are reasonable. At night, there are not many people on the beach, and there is no one in the coconut grove. It's normal for you to follow other people's little girls and others to treat you as a hooligan.

But Xiao Jing'an also has one meter eight, a tendon, did not expect so can't help fighting.

"You're right to hit people?" Yan Zhihuan couldn't swallow this tone when he saw that the person he liked was beaten.

Originally, she didn't like her eyes. At the moment, she glared at her fiercely, and her eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"I'm sorry, master Xiao. I didn't mean to." Song Fengwan sincerely apologizes to him, and then looks at Yan Zhihuan, "is this OK?"

"I was really scared just now. I didn't do it lightly. Where do you have severe pain? I'll call 120 and take you to the hospital."

"I'm responsible for the medical expenses."

Song Fengwan doesn't believe it. Does he have the face to go to the hospital?

"No, I didn't make a sound to scare you. I didn't expect that you misunderstood me. It's my fault." Xiao Jing'an had straightened up and his forehead was in a cold sweat.

He is also a man of high reputation in Nanjiang. When he was sent to the hospital, it spread, and he might cause more trouble. Moreover, he was unreasonable and was kicked by a little girl?

Even if to the hospital, how to check?

Let him check under him? He's going to be shameless.

Because Xiao Jing'an had an accident, everyone broke up in a bad mood. Yan Zhihuan wanted to send him back. Xiao Jing'an was disgraced enough today. He didn't want to see her at all and didn't speak well with her.

She can only take Yan Shaochen's car to send song Fengwan back.

**

Fu Chen was originally on the phone with song Fengwan. When he heard that she had something to deal with, he hung up.

Then he saw the message sent by Qianjiang two minutes ago that the man who shows his muscles on the beach is following Miss Song

Fu Chen squints his eyes and shows his muscles?

His hand is on Miss Song's shoulder

Miss Song kicked him, and he screamed out loud

[Miss Song kicks hard and punches again...]

……

Fu Chen stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows. His brain ached a little.

Xiao Jing'an should feel lucky that he really escaped from death this time. Only Song Feng beat him in the evening. If Qianjiang rushed over, he would be useless today.

"Ten ways." Fu Shen took a deep breath.

"Third Master?" Ten sides are always on the side.

"The ticket to Nanjiang is reserved?"

"Well, it's seven o'clock tomorrow morning. If you want to get up early, you'd better go to bed early."

"Is Huaisheng on the mountain?"

"Well, at the end of the week, I yelled to go back to the mountain after school."

Fu Shen nodded.

**

Nanjiang Yan Family

When several people got home, Qiao Aiyun was sitting beside the old lady to learn embroidery.

"Granny --" Yan Zhihuan pinched her voice and sat down beside her in a delicate voice. She was coquettish.

That style is clearly telling song Fengwan how close she is to the Yan family.

"Back?" The old lady reached out to help the presbyopic glasses, and the fundus of her eyes slipped a little bit.

"Yes." Yan Zhihuan was a little demonstrative.

Huang Ma's eyelids jump and glances at Song Fengwan. She likes to play tricks and amuse the old lady, but she is rarely so sticky. At this moment, she feels dazzling in everyone's eyes.

Qiao Aiyun put the needle away and looked at Yan Zhihuan, but he didn't say a word.

"Late, have a good time? Come to grandma Although the old lady has some presbyopia, she knows it in her heart.

The two sisters' fathers left early, and she took more care of them. In addition, she had no grandchildren under her knees, so she naturally came closer. She was a rogue. She turned a blind eye to them. If she wanted to give song Fengwan power by herself, she might have miscalculated.

Song Fengwan walked over with a smile and sat on her other side, "very happy. Thank you, grandma."

The old lady took out the arm held by Yan Zhihuan, took song Fengwan's hand, and patted it kindly, "just be happy, tomorrow I'll let Shaochen..."

Yan Zhihuan's face was stiff, and Yan Shaochen on the side scoffed. He was stupid.

"No, I'm very tired today. I want to have a good rest." Yan Shaochen has to go to work. She doesn't mean to trouble him so much.

"Don't want to play? You just finished the college entrance examination. You should relax. "

"Maybe I played hard today. My legs are very sour."

……

The old lady planned to let Yan Shaochen and the sisters play with song Fengwan for a few days, so she arranged them to live at home.

Song Fengwan doesn't want to go out tomorrow, and she can't let them go home at the moment. She still asks a few people to sleep.

**

After several people came back to the house, the old lady took Yan Zhihuan to her room.

"Is there anything wrong with going out today?" She wiped her glasses with a cloth.

"No Yan Zhi smiles brightly.

"I think you have a problem with late night."

The old lady smiles kindly, her eyes are a little cloudy and dim, but she sees things clearly.

Yan Zhihuan's heart trembled, "no, no."

"She is gentle and my granddaughter. You are the same age. I hope you can get along well. I don't want to see anything that shouldn't be seen. You are very smart. You know what I mean."

In a few days, Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun are going to have a drink. She doesn't want any trouble.

This is not a reminder, but a warning, and it is clear that song Fengwan is the granddaughter of the Yan family.

Yan Zhi is dissatisfied, but he can only smile.

"I know. I get on well with her."

"That's good. Go and get her a glass of milk." The old lady hoped that they could get along with each other.

Yan Zhihuan is arrogant, but she is very obedient. The old lady is very clear about how to do it.

"Yes, yes." Yan Zhihuan accompanied her and said a few flattering words before leaving.

As soon as I went out, my face changed.

What is this song Fengwan? How long have they known each other? Grandma is facing her like this! What is the granddaughter of the Yan family? Is she related to the Yan family?

It's innocent.

Think of Xiao Jing'an was hit, this girl is not a fuel-efficient lamp, hand so ruthless, mouth is quite fierce.

Even if she was angry, she couldn't help it. The old lady still had to listen to her. She was going to go downstairs to pour the milk.

"Zhihuan." Yan Zhile was waiting in the corridor. After all, she was a sister. Seeing her look, she knew what had happened. "Grandma was very kind to us. Dad left early, but for her help, how could we go to university."

"Song Fengwan is her granddaughter now. Grandma likes her so much. I think their family is harmonious. It's not very good. Don't make trouble."

"You know grandma's temper."

"I know." Yan Zhihuan is not used to his sister's cowardly and incompetent appearance.

I'm willing to be mediocre and have no ambition. I have to let her learn to be submissive.

"You know, don't go back to bed?"

"Grandma asked me to go downstairs and give her a glass of milk."

Yan Zhile knew his sister's temper, and Xiao Jing'an had an accident. He was afraid that she would not be able to hold on, "I'll go with you."

"Whatever you want." Yan Zhihuan didn't appreciate her kindness.

**

Song Fengwan just took a bath, wearing headphones and Fu Shen video, heard the knock on the door and then hung up in a hurry.

"Who is it?" Song Fengwan tore off the earphone cable in a panic.

"It's me." Yan Zhile's voice.

"Wait a minute."

When song Fengwan opened the door, the sisters stood at the door, Yan Zhile holding a tray with milk and a box of biscuits.

"Something to eat for you."

"Thank you. Come on in." Song Fengwan can't just close the door and invite them into the room.

This room was specially arranged by Yan Wangchuan. The furnishings and bedrooms are obviously not the same level. Even the floor lamps and beads in front of the desk are carved with crystal.

Different from the decoration of all the rooms, it is specially modeled on the decoration layout of the rooms in the Song Dynasty, even the furniture is similar.

There are also photos of song Fengwan on the table, obviously with a lot of effort.

Yan Zhihuan's eyes are red.

She had known Yan Wangchuan since she was a child, and he had been so considerate to people.

"Are you busy? Will it bother you too much? " Yan Zhile smiles. Although he is surprised at the decoration of the room, he is not envious. They are all from other people's own homes, which has nothing to do with him.

I've been entrusted with other people's blessings to get into university. What's more, I'm not satisfied.

"Nothing." Song Fengwan cleaned up the desk with a smile and made room for her tray. "I'm sorry to ask you to give me something to eat."

"Reading so late?" Yan Zhile put down the tray.

"Just look around." Song Fengwan put the book on one side.

Yan Zhihuan glimpses a familiar book and squints slightly.

"Can I have a look at any book you read?" Yan Zhi laughs.

"Yes." Song Fengwan took out some of the notebooks and so on, "these are my personal notes. It's not convenient to borrow them. The rest, you can take whatever you want to see."

Song Fengwan knows that she is hostile to herself and just borrows books. There is no need to have another quarrel with her.

Yan Zhihuan took the notebook at will, and his eyes were staring at several notebooks in Song Fengwan's hands.

The three chatted casually for more than ten minutes, and the sisters just went back to their room.

Song Feng said goodbye to the sisters at night, and then went to sleep with Fu Chen for a while.

**

The next morning

Yan Wangchuan went to the company early in the morning, because she didn't make arrangements today and it was the weekend. Yan Shaochen didn't go to work either. She accompanied Qiao Aiyun and the old lady to the flower and bird market.

The old lady wants to buy some rich trees to add some color to her family.

Originally, she wanted song Fengwan to go with her. She said that her legs were sore and she stayed at home.

Yan Zhile went back to his home early in the morning. After all, when he was newly married, he was worried about his husband. In addition to a few servants, there were only song Fengwan and Yan Zhihuan.

Song Fengwan was in the room talking to Fu Shen. After he got on the plane, she walked out of the bedroom.

The cleaning servant, just entered her room.

Yan's family is near the sea. Song Feng goes out for a walk in the evening. But at this time, someone stealthily sneaks into her room.

"Miss Zhihuan." The maid is going out with the cleaning tools.

"Cleaned?" Yan Zhihuan has a book in her hand. She borrowed it from Song Fengwan last night. It's a detective story. She has a headache when she reads it.

College entrance examination does not go out to play, still holding a book, pretend what good girl.

"Well, it's done."

"I borrowed a book from her yesterday and I returned it."

The maid was only responsible for cleaning, so she didn't care about the owner's family. She went downstairs with her things.

Yan Zhihuan smoothly enters song Fengwan's room and throws the book on her desk. Her eyes sweep over a row of skin care products on her desk, fall on the jewelry box and open it for a look.

She is also used to seeing good things in Yan's family, and naturally understands that these are top-grade products.

Yan Wangchuan is really good to her.

She rummaged on the desk for a long time, but she didn't see the notebook yesterday. Then she began to look in the drawer. There were several cards in it, including a customized bank card.

This requires not only money, but also people with status to customize such cards.

Did Yan Wangchuan give it again?

It hurts her too much.

When she opened another drawer, she saw several notebooks, one of which wrote the feeling after reading, and a manuscript.

It's clearly signed: [Yan Wangchuan].

She has seen this manuscript. Yan Wangchuan's private figures are very precious. They are not allowed to touch it, let alone borrow it.

When she was a child, she thought it was a picture album. She wanted to have a look at it. She was scolded and cried by him, so she was thrown out. She didn't dare to come to Yan's house for one or two years.

The most important thing designers care about is the manuscript, because it's full of design drawings, all of which are the fruits of their hard work. You can't have a look at it, and it's even borrowed. Yan Zhihuan's mouth can't stop rising.

This girl is so bold that she dares to steal.

If it's really something from the countryside, it can't be on the stage. The Yan family is so kind to her, how can they be thieves?

She can't wait to see her crying and begging for mercy, but she is thrown out of the Yan family.

Song Fengwan is sitting barefoot on the beach, looking down at his mobile phone, looking at the tourism strategy of Nanjiang, thinking about where to play with Fu Shen.