Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Butler Liu sighed, "It's ready... If you want Miss Yan An to go to dinner, why bother saying that."

Others have the art of speaking, while his young master has the fate of speaking, and he can say whatever he wants to make people angry.

Yan Xichen paused while drinking the water, stopped drinking, and handed the cup back.

"I'm going to rest."

Butler Liu sighed again, and closed the door gently after leaving.

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The moment Fu Shen learned that Jiang Xiaobai was in trouble, he felt his head buzzing. He rushed to the hospital with his men in his pajamas and slippers.

Seeing the person lying on the hospital bed, with a pale face and purple and red pinch marks on his neck, his face was as dark as ink.

After the driver communicated with the police, Fu Shenqin took the girl to his own hospital. Feeling her beating pulse, his violent and murderous heart was temporarily suppressed.

Across from the hospital, a man was holding a telescope and had a clear view of Fu Shen's misconduct.

In the darkness, his scarred face twitched a few times, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up.

Because Zhao Mingzhao, who was going to "investigate Gu Meng", didn't know all this, Yan An was forgotten by Shui Lingling and everyone except the police.

It was not until Butler Liu called that the Yan family learned that something had happened to Yan An.

Zhang Shuyu was shocked when she found out. When she heard that Yan An had gone abroad to live with Yan Xichen, she felt both relieved and worried.

But there was no way to contact Yan An. After all, Yan An was kidnapped and his cell phone was left in the country.

Yan An fell into a deep sleep, and woke up because of the noise coming from outside. He found that it was already dark outside.

There was no light in the room. She sat on the bed and looked out the window. She saw a car driving into the manor and two people getting out.

She found the figure familiar and was stunned for a moment before getting up to pour some water.

Impossible, how could Song Bojian come here?

After all, he is either busy with his official work or on the way to arrest someone.

Yan An held the water and stood in the moonlight to wake himself up. The scenery outside was dreamy and beautiful.

"Yan An." After a sound of footsteps, a familiar voice came from outside.

Yan An was surprised and went to open the door. When he opened the door, he saw that it was indeed Song Bojian.

There was a dark tint under his eyes, he looked dusty and exhausted, and his brows were full of fatigue.

"Boss, why are you here? How did you know I was here?"

Yan An's hair was messy, he was wearing pajamas, and his face was a little pink, obviously he had just woken up.

Seeing that everyone was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to her.

Yan An was stunned for a moment, remembering the formal handshake between Zhao Mingzhao and Song Bojian when they met before.

So I reached out and took his hand, shaking it up and down gently, "Hello, boss?"

Song Bojian chuckled and looked away.

Liu Yong slapped his forehead. "You silly girl, the boss needs to take your pulse. We heard you were in trouble before we even returned home, so we flew here straight away. Are you okay?"

Yan An immediately let go of his hand and waved, "I'm fine."

There were rarely any visitors to the manor in the early morning, but when guests came, everyone got up and prepared to receive them.

Butler Liu suggested sitting downstairs and chatting.

Butler Liu apologized for the young master's injury and inability to come out to receive guests, and asked someone to bring hot tea.

Yan An sat on the sofa with his wrist stretched out, quietly letting Song Bojian take his pulse.

Song Bojian withdrew his hand, pulled up Yan An's sleeve, and said lightly: "You need to rest well and recuperate."

"We just finished our work and rushed here. We need to rest well. The boss hasn't slept for two days." Liu Yong cleared his throat, his face flushed slightly, and his eyes flickered slightly. "Is there a place to stay nearby?"

It was obvious that the manor covered a large area and there were no other residences nearby.

They all knew that Liu Yong said this because he wanted to stay there temporarily and be close to Yan An.

The boss came here worriedly, and of course he would feel at ease only after letting him see the person he was worried about.

Butler Liu smiled professionally, his eyes moving back and forth between Yan An and Song Bojian.

Although I don't want them to stay, kicking them out in the middle of the night is not a good way to entertain guests.

Butler Liu explained the surrounding situation and invited the two to stay.

"Sorry to bother you." Song Bojian raised his lips with a gentle smile.

Butler Liu smiled and nodded, and immediately asked someone to arrange a room.

Song Bojian and the others needed to have a good rest. It was not the time to chat, so they went back to their rooms.

After Yan An returned, he looked at the moonlight outside the window, ate a few cookies, and went back to sleep.

Even though she didn't wake up until nine the next day, she still felt sleepy.

After washing up, she heard Xiaomei calling her to go downstairs for breakfast, so she followed her.

At the dining table, Yan Xichen was sitting in a wheelchair, playing with his cell phone.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up at her and asked, "Are you feeling unwell? Should I call a doctor to check you out?"

"No need, Teacher Song checked it out for me, it's fine." Yan An sat down, "Where are Teacher Song and Brother Liu?"

Butler Liu smiled slightly and said, "They went out early this morning. They have private matters, so I can't ask them."

Yan An nodded, "Thank you for taking care of them."

"Miss An An, don't be so polite. They are guests, so of course they must be taken good care of." Butler Liu continued to smile.

"You seem to have great faith in an actor's medical skills." Yan Xichen put down his phone and suddenly spoke.

Butler Liu opened the lid of the casserole, served him a bowl of porridge, and also served Yan An a bowl.

Yan An thanked him and took it, saying, "Yeah, I believe it. He's very powerful."

Yan Xichen didn't say anything else and scooped a large spoonful of porridge and swallowed it.

Yan An ate his favorite shrimp dumplings and the delicious Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, which greatly satisfied his empty stomach.

The soup dumpling was on Yan Xichen's side. Yan An had a hard time picking it up, so he ate one and gave up, even though it was delicious.

Just as she was about to pick up another piece of vegetable with her chopsticks, she suddenly saw a hand reaching out and placing the soup dumpling full of broth in front of her.

Yan An looked over in surprise and saw Yan Xichen actually standing up. He reminded him, "You still have an injury on your leg."

After handing the soup dumplings to Yan An, Yan Xichen sat down and said nonchalantly, "It's just a minor injury. Eat as much as you can. Even though I have a large family and a lot of money, I don't want to waste it."

Yan An agreed, "It's good."

Yan Xichen continued to drink his porridge with his eyelids drooping.

Butler Liu, who had already eaten breakfast, closed his eyes. He was so helpless that he could hardly control his expression.

Seeing that Miss Yan An liked to eat it but couldn't get it to her, he gave it to her. It was obviously out of kindness... As he spoke, it was as if he was treating An An as a trash can and asking her to clean up the leftovers.

Isn't the young master quite emotionally intelligent when facing Xiaobai? Why is he so clueless when facing Miss Anan...

Butler Liu was tired and didn't want to stand guard here anymore.

He glanced outside, saw someone coming in, and hurried to the door to greet them.

"Master, why are you here?"

When Yan An heard this, he looked up and saw an old man in a Tang suit walking in with steady steps and a vigorous spirit.

There was a bodyguard following him. When the old man walked in, he raised his hand and the bodyguard stood at the door.

"Grandpa." Yan Xichen stood up with the help of the table.

grandfather?

Yes, here we treat Yan Guoqiang as a son-in-law, so we have to call him grandpa.

But what should she call this embarrassing identity of hers? Her mother has made her daughter depressed...

Yan An wanted to disappear right there, she was still in her pajamas.

When she was a nanny in Yan Xichen's villa, she also liked to wear home clothes.

After all, home clothes are comfortable to wear and there is no need to worry about wrinkles caused by lying or sitting, but today it was a mistake.

"Hello, old man." Yan An bowed.

"Hahaha." Liu Qingfeng laughed in a gentle voice, "This child is quite interesting. Are you the child of that woman Yan Guoqiang kept outside?"

These words hit home accurately, and Yan An felt a chill in his bones.

Yan Xichen pulled her up and asked, "Are you full?"

Yan An nodded.

Yan Xichen looked at her and said, "You are also injured, go back and rest."