After the adopted daughter of a wealthy family was reborn, everyone was cremated

Chapter 41 Horror
"Aren't you short of money?" An Tu continued to stuff money into An Ran's hand.

The palm of his right hand was originally covered with a wound that had been soaked in hot water. When an adult man like An Tu squeezed it hard, it was extremely painful.

An Ran felt so painful that she wanted to cry, but she tried her best not to shed tears in front of An Tu.

But the circles under his eyes turned red uncontrollably, "I don't want it."

Her voice was breathy, but her attitude of refusal was firm.

"Dad gave it to you, why don't you want it?" An Tu whispered in a distressed tone, "If you need anything from now on, tell dad, and dad will give you whatever he can. Don't be stubborn with your mother. How can you be stubborn?" Better than her?"

He reached out to touch An Ran's pink face, "You're angry, I'll see how wronged you are..."

If they were biological father and daughter, or in a previous life, An Ran would only think that her father was good to her, and would not have any other weird thoughts.

But they were not related by blood, and he knew clearly that his adoptive father was not as kind as he seemed on the outside.

Thinking of knowing some things about Antu in my previous life...

He was obviously in a warm and luxurious villa, but when he stretched out his hand, An Ran felt a dark and crawling poisonous snake swimming toward him, opening its mouth wide and raising its sharp and vicious fangs.

An uncontrollable chill ran down her spine.

"Dad, do you have anything else?" She quickly turned her head away, avoiding Antu's touch, and said loudly with a beating heart, "If not, I will go back to the room to dry my hair."

The teenage girl's deliberately amplified voice was so sharp that it seemed to tear the void apart.

The sound of high heels hitting the floor came from the long and empty corridor.

An Tu immediately took the money back into his wallet and whispered to An Ran, "Your mother is here, I'm leaving first. Remember my words, if you need anything in the future, don't come to your mother, come to me, and you will suffer less!"

"Thank you, Dad." An Ran breathed a sigh of relief calmly.

...The pink hair dryer was held above An Ran's head, blowing her hair.

But at this moment, her mind was not on the hair dryer or her hair at all. She was thinking about some things in a mess.

Suddenly she felt a tightness in her scalp. When she reacted and tried to take the hair dryer farther away, she found that it was too late. A bunch of hair got caught in the roller of the hair dryer when she wasn't paying attention.

She couldn't pull it out even if she wanted to, and the more she pulled, the more painful it became.

She immediately turned off the hair dryer and unplugged it from the socket in front of the mirror.

The hair mixed with the hair dryer made An Ran's scalp hurt and she was upset. She stretched out her hand and tried to pull her hair out. Inadvertently, she saw her own appearance in the mirror.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of unreasonable horror in my heart.

Frankly speaking, the girl in the mirror wearing a soft white dress and long hair shawl does not look ugly at all, not scary, and is even very good-looking.

It's just that this kind of beauty is too delicate and weak, like a flawless doll that can be displayed in a high-end window. Apart from the unreal beauty, it is not afraid of the slightest aggression, so it is suitable for collection.

This is not the look she wants, but it is the look some people particularly like.

An Ran let go of the hand pulling her hair, and then gently stroked her head.

At the age of 16, I was still the king of hair volume.

He has thick, shiny, long hair that is hard to hold in one hand.

It was the way she looked after her last life, when she stayed up late doing ppts and projects, exhausting her brain and energy, but she couldn't keep it despite all possible means.

After she was reborn, she touched her hair more than once, which did not fall out no matter how hard she rubbed it or washed it. She secretly vowed not to stay up late in this life unless necessary. She would take care of her health and her hair volume.

But she found that her hair was now the first thing she wanted to get rid of. 1314
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