【The so-called beauty should be free from worries. 】
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Ten-year-old Wuyou and Yiren:
The little child has now grown into a young boy, holding his beloved's hand on the way home from school.
He insisted on picking up Yiren every day, sending her home, and then going to the Taekwondo class himself.
It has never stopped in the past five years.
"Brother, you are so tired. I don't want you to suffer so much."
At the door, Yiren held her brother's hand, pouting and looking very unhappy. She was very worried about her brother and didn't want to see him so tired.
An Wuyou has grown a lot, but is still a head taller than An Yiren. Standing beside her, he is still the little guardian angel he was back then, but now he has become her own knight.
Rubbing An Yiren's head, An Wuyou's eyes were full of pity and love.
"Brother is not tired. Brother is the one who protects Yiren. If Yiren feels sorry for brother, then she will like brother more in the future, okay?"
Like it a little more every day, and as time accumulates, it will develop into a point where you can never leave it.
Just like the trick Daddy used on Mommy, he drew a circle around her.
No matter how much Mommy ran or jumped, she couldn't get out of this circle. Over time, she became a bird in a cage.
An Yiren nodded without hesitation: "Okay, I love my brother the most."
The two children said goodbye. An Yiren watched her brother get into the car and disappear out the door, then she turned around and went in with a depressed look on her face.
In the Taekwondo class, An Wuyou should have been consolidating his skills in the intermediate class, but he appeared in the advanced class.
There were all kids around fifteen or sixteen years old there, and the weight and amount of training each person was doing was beyond what a ten-year-old could handle.
But his father told him that if he couldn't even endure this, he would have no chance of persisting in the training arranged by the family.
For the position of heir to the Xiao family and for Yiren's future, he cannot fail.
My mom said that a man must have the potential to fight hard.
But it was obvious that the little guy automatically ignored the previous sentence that Xunmi said at that time, which was that when you have the ability, you must have the courage to fight.
After two hours of training, An Wuyou walked out of the Taekwondo class with his legs shaking.
The sweat on his face kept sliding down, and his clothes looked like they had been rolled in water.
I went into the bathroom, took a quick shower and changed my clothes before getting in the car to go home, and at the same time, I recovered my strength in the car.
He didn't tell anyone what he was doing because he felt it was time to grow up, he was almost eleven years old.
Ten-year-old Yiren has completely inherited her mother's face that brings disaster to the country and the people. If he doesn't get stronger quickly, he won't be able to drive away all the flies around Yiren.
When they were fifteen, there was a turning point in the lives of An Yiren and An Wuyou.
"Brother, I'll wait for you to come back. You said you would marry me as your bride, and you can't go back on your word."
An Yiren, wearing a white long dress, held the handsome boy opposite her tightly, her big eyes twinkling with dependence and attachment to the boy.
An Wuyou gently stroked his beloved's long hair. His beloved became more and more beautiful.
Her white skin is like a freshly peeled egg, her eyes seem to be able to speak, and her small red lips stand out against the whiteness of her skin.
There is probably always a smile on her beautiful oval face, and there is beautiful peace everywhere.
In addition to her clean and elegant temperament, this young girl already has several suitors, and he will not give others any chance.
During these ten years, his love and affection for her did not diminish at all, but instead became deeper and deeper.
If possible, he really didn't want to leave, but he had to go for the test of being the heir to the Xiao family.
"Yiren, the day my brother comes back is the day I marry you."
"Promise me that you won't get too close to other boys or fall in love with anyone else in the next two years, or I'll die."
An Wuyou held Yiren's shoulders, revealing all the emotions in his eyes.
He conveyed it to An Wuyou without reservation, letting her see how heavy and deep his love was.
He could feel that he was probably different from ordinary people, but he just wanted to be with his beloved forever.
An Yiren nodded vigorously, tears in her eyes, as if she was back to five years ago, watching her brother walking away again.
She would wait for him, two years, two years would pass quickly.
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Two years may pass quickly for some people, but for some people it is like the most torturous 'relative'. They always think that it will be over tomorrow, but when they realize it is still going on.
An Yiren spent day after day in this mood.
Almost every day when I open my eyes, I calculate today's date.
Seventeen-year-old An Yiren continued her mother's path. With her extremely high IQ, she was directly admitted to a medical university and is currently a freshman.
However, within two weeks of school starting, she was already hailed as the most beautiful surgeon in the department of surgery and one of the beauties of the medical university.
An Yiren didn't care about this at all, because all her thoughts had been firmly occupied by one person since she was a child and could not be separated.
One day, her brother Wuyou will be back. She wonders what he will look like after not seeing him for two years. He must be very handsome.
"School girl, school girl, wait a minute."
As usual, Yiren was walking on the bluestone path leading out of the school with a book in her arms, but she heard an anxious call and stopped in confusion.
The person who caught up with her happened to be her direct senior, a sunny boy who usually helped her a lot. He politely asked, "Senior, is there anything I can help you with?"
The boy seemed a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head, and then spoke hesitantly.
"Schoolgirl, I, I, I like you. Can you be my girlfriend?"
He shouted without stopping, his voice so loud that it attracted the attention of other students who were leaving get out of class.
The boy seemed to realize the stupid thing he had done. His face turned red and he lowered his head, looking very embarrassed.
Yiren smiled lightly and replied softly, "Senior is a very good person. I will definitely meet someone better in the future."
Mommy said that boys who can blush are not bad-tempered, unless they are the kind who are particularly good at pretending, that is another matter.
She had met the senior before and was sure that he was a really good person, but he was not her ideal partner.
The boy was a little frustrated by being rejected, and asked cautiously, "Then... can I know... why?"
It seemed as if he was afraid that the schoolgirl would be bored with him, but he also really liked this schoolgirl who loved to laugh like a fairy.
Yiren didn't shy away from it: "Because I already have someone I like. Thank you for liking me, senior."
"Is he the one that the junior is talking about?" The boy looked ahead, where there was a big boy with outstanding appearance and demeanor.
"Hmm?" Yiren turned her head in confusion, but tears flowed uncontrollably.
Wearing a light blue shirt, black jeans, and a pair of limited edition white sneakers, he leaned against a tree, exuding an aristocratic air.
His handsome and recognizable face makes him the most dazzling presence wherever he goes.
Especially those eyes, which were full of indifference and alienation, making it difficult to approach them.
But when he looked at her, he felt only tenderness and affection. When she noticed him, she stretched out her hands and opened her thin lips.
"Yiren, I'm back."
Just one simple sentence made An Yiren run over like crazy, throw herself into his arms and hug him tightly.
"Brother, welcome back."
"Yeah." Yiren, thank you for waiting for me, believing in me, and loving me.
Now it's my turn to protect you, my love.
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