Chapter 831 The Truth
Shen Xiuran glanced at her, didn't say anything, and silently took his pajamas and went to the bathroom.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Song Anhao became worried.

How on earth should I ask Shen Xiuran about this matter?
After all, she didn't know how important this matter was in Shen Xiuran's mind.

If the language is inappropriate and brings back his bad past, will it have any impact?
Although she knew that Shen Xiuran was not that fragile.

But, she was afraid.

Don't be afraid of [-], just be afraid of what.

However, if Shen Xiuran didn't tell the truth, he would be kept in the dark by Xue Wanqing for the rest of his life.

She is not reconciled.

Why should his husband be subject to Xue Wanqing for the rest of his life?

Why did Xue Wanqing want to 'exploit' Shen Xiuran for the rest of his life as a life-saving benefactor?

No matter what, she had to let Shen Xiuran know the truth.

After thinking about it, I became fascinated without knowing it.

When Shen Xiuran came out of the shower, he saw Song Anhao tilting his head, staring in the direction of the bathroom in a daze.

He wiped his wet hair with a dry towel, sat next to Song Anhao, and asked with concern: "What are you thinking?"

This is the second time I've been in a daze tonight.

His words brought back Song Anhao's thoughts.

Seeing him wiping his hair, Song Anhao got up immediately, knelt down on the bed, grabbed the towel from his hand, and said like a dog: "Your Majesty, please let my concubine serve you!"

Shen Xiuran: "...??"

Wiping hair is not a difficult task. Song Anhao skillfully brushed Shen Xiuran's hair, while tentatively asking: "Uncle, can I ask you something?"

Shen Xiuran: "Huh?"

Song Anhao asked cautiously: "You told me last time that Xue Wanqing was your savior! Uh...can I ask, when did she save you?"

Shen Xiuran's tall body was startled suddenly.

The surrounding temperature plummeted.

Song Anhao secretly screamed that something was wrong.

really.

This incident really left a deep psychological shadow in Shen Xiuran's mind.

He didn't want to mention it.

In this way, it will be difficult.

"I'm just asking casually. I don't mean anything else. If you don't want to answer, forget it!"

Shen Xiuran still didn't speak, but the surrounding temperature showed no tendency to rise.

Song Anhao decided to proceed step by step, to change the way, step by step.

"Uncle, how about I tell you a story?"

Shen Xiuran, who had been silent all this time, finally had a reaction: "Yes!"

Hearing that he was finally willing to respond to her, Song Anhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"In the spring 14 years ago, Xiaoan was just in the first grade, and the school organized a spring outing, and the place for the spring outing was the farm in the north of the city..."

Hearing this, Shen Xiuran frowned slightly.

Song An couldn't see his expression, and continued: "That day, the sun was shining brightly, the spring was warm and flowers were blooming, the weather was very good, and the farms in the north of the city were full of beautiful flowers in various colors, very beautiful."

Shen Xiuran listened quietly.

Song Anhao half-knelt behind Shen Xiuran, couldn't see his expression clearly, and could only guess by feeling that Shen Xiuran was not angry.

Therefore, she became more courageous.

"Later, Xiaoan and his deskmate were too naughty. They heard that there were wild fruits behind Chengbei Farm, so the two of them secretly ran to the back of Chengbei Farm, wanting to pick wild fruits to eat. Unexpectedly, there was an abandoned warehouse behind Chengbei Farm. The warehouse caught fire at the time Yes, thick smoke billowing, so scary..."

Speaking of this, Shen Xiuran suddenly turned his head, widened his eyes, and looked at Song Anhao in shock.

(End of this chapter)

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