An Lan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she thought of her sister and bumped into his chest. "If my dad knew about this, he would be furious with his temper."
Song Xiunian looked helpless, "Don't tell Dad about this first, let your sister make the decision herself."
An Lan nodded. This was the only way now.
…
It was almost eight o'clock when An Ci was awakened by a rustling sound.
"Who is it?"
She turned over and half-closed her eyes to look at the person sitting beside her bed. The boy's dark and bright eyes were looking at her, with a warm color in his eyes.
An Ci was startled and moved over with the quilt rolled up. "When did you come back?"
"Just got back." Shen Mo looked at her wrapping herself up like a silkworm, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
An Ci saw the bruise on the back of his hand from the IV drip, frowned, and muttered to himself, "It seems like you've been unlucky since you met me."
I was attacked as soon as I went out. What bad luck!
Shen Mo reached out and smoothed her messy hair, saying seriously, "No."
After a pause, he added, "The cub is fine."
The sudden praise made An Ci's ears warm, but she was obviously not shy.
She teased him with a smile, "Then tell me what's good about me?"
Who knew that the devil is always stronger than the one who is one foot taller? Shen Mo's next words petrified her.
"Zizi can finish two bowls of rice in one meal."
“…”
"It's warm sleeping next to the cub."
"Stop." An Ci pulled up the quilt to cover his face, "I know, you don't have to say it."
If he continued listening, she was afraid she would be unable to resist and would tape his mouth shut.
At this time, An Lan pushed open the door and came in, "Zizi, get up quickly, we have to pack up and go back."
An Ci groaned, poking his head out from under the quilt, his eyes sweeping over Shen Mo's bandaged ankle. "How are you going to walk with this ankle?"
Shen Mo said, "Uncle Che got me a wheelchair."
When the two came out of the room, they saw Eric studying the wheelchair, looking like he had never seen the world before.
"If you like, I'll give you this wheelchair when your leg heals." An Ci supported Shen Mo and could only walk in small steps.
Eric rolled his eyes at her and said, "Who cares about this?"
An Ci asked, "Then why do you keep playing?"
"I haven't seen it, so it's not okay to play with it." Eric said righteously.
An Lan was still worried that the kidnapping would cause psychological trauma to the three of them, but now it seems that she was worrying too much.
…
Villa No. 1.
The TV in the living room was on, and Mr. Song was watching the news while holding the little pig.
There is no way, since Fugui has always been eager to take action against his little pig, he has to be on guard.
"Why hasn't he arrived yet?" Old Madam Song looked at the wall clock and paced back and forth anxiously.
In comparison, Mr. Song seemed much calmer. "Didn't I say I've already gotten off the plane? Sit down and wait. Don't be impatient."
As he finished speaking, the sound of a car was heard outside.
Mrs. Song saw through the surveillance that they had returned and quickly ordered the servants to prepare the meal.
An Ci ran into the house. She had slept all the way on the plane and was now full of energy.
"Grandma, Grandpa."
Old Madam Song picked her up, hugged her and kissed her, and finally a smile appeared on her face. "I'm glad you came back safely."
Fugui hadn't seen his master for a day. When he saw An Ci and Shen Mo come back, he ran around them excitedly.
Eric was so envious watching from the side that he reached out secretly to touch Fugui's fur, but was instantly attracted by Fugui's look.
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