Quick Wear Peace

An Ning hurriedly wiped his tears with her hands, but the more she wiped, the more tears came. Was he a crying baby in his previous life? An Ning sighed: "I promise you, I will never abandon you."

Fran nodded aggrievedly, but a smile appeared on his face where An Ning couldn't see.

Sir, you must keep your promise.

An Ning took Fran and the maid back to the manor.

The master sat on the chair with an anxious look on his face, glancing outside from time to time, until a servant said that the young lady had been found, and then he hurried out.

After going out, the joy and worry on his face were suppressed and turned into anger.

When I walked outside and saw An Ning holding a child, the fake anger turned into a real fire-breathing dragon.

The servants nearby saw the master's expression and gradually slowed down their pace, fearing that something bad would happen to them.

When the carriage stopped, An Ning discovered that the wound on Fran's body was slightly torn by the vibration of the carriage.

But the child didn't say a word, and An Ning felt even more sorry for Fran.

When they were in the palace, Fran went out riding with the king. He must have been accidentally bumped into, so he ran to find An Ning when he came back that night.

He cried and said it hurt. An Ning looked at the small wound on his hand. If it was a little later, the wound would have healed.

Fran held her injured hand and placed it in front of An Ning. An Ning looked at Fran's beautiful eyes which were filled with tears, half-falling. She was very beautiful, no, very pitiful.

An Ning took Fran's hand and blew it gently twice.

"Does it still hurt?"

Fran's beautiful eyes were curved, very beautiful, without a single tear in them: "It still hurts a little bit."

……

An Ning got off the carriage and wanted to carry Fran down with her.

The maid next to her saw it and quickly stopped her, saying, "Miss, this is an unreasonable number."

Fran's hand, which was about to reach out to hug An Ning, froze, and he slowly put it down and lowered his head.

An Ning hugged Fran and said, "We are all family here. There is no unreasonable number."

Fran hugged An Ning's neck and gave the maid behind him a gloomy smile, which instantly turned into an aggrieved expression.

When the maid saw Fran's smile, she felt a lot of cold sweat on her back.

"Where did this child come from?" an angry voice came.

An Ning turned around and saw a strong man in his thirties or forties rushing towards her.

An Ning observed the man. He looked somewhat similar to An Ning's body, so he should be the father of this body.

"Father?" An Ning asked doubtfully.

Hearing An Ning's words, the master felt even more furious: "How come you don't recognize your father after being out for a whole night?"

"No way." An Ning said coquettishly.

The master sat in the chair, glanced at An Ning, and then looked at Fran with cold eyes.

Fran noticed the master's eyes and hid timidly behind An Ning.

An Ning sensed the movement, walked behind the master, and gently pinched his shoulders: "Father, let Fran go first, I will explain to you."

The master called someone and asked the servant to take Fran to the room.

When they reached the door, Fran looked at An Ning timidly. An Ning looked at him and told him to go first.

An Ning pinched the master's shoulders in a flattering manner: "Father, after what happened last night, I have deeply reflected on myself. I will never do such a thing again."

The master turned his head away, indicating that he didn't want to see An Ning.