The goddess steals, the black-bellied prince is cute

Chapter 14 Asking the Yan family for an explanation

Although this courtyard is quite large, and it used to be considered a wealthy residence, but because no one has lived in it for more than ten years, the servants in the mansion have not cleaned it diligently. From the outside it looks intact, but in fact it has begun to rot inside.

The pillars were bitten by insects to make small holes, and the wood close to the ground had begun to turn black and rot because of too much humidity.

"It's just that few people clean this house, so we can still live in it after cleaning it up." Feng Yu grabbed Yan Xiaoxiao's sleeve and said softly, she could see that Yan Xiaoxiao's eyes were clearly shining "I'm going to find Yan Xiaoxiao The family members want to talk about Falun Gong." Guang stopped her with silent movements.

One thing more is worse than one thing less. The two of them have moved back to live in Yan Mansion now. If Yan Xiaoxiao conflicts with them, it will be their mother and daughter who will suffer.

The house is almost almost, anyway, she was sold into Yan Mansion as a slave since she was a few years old, and she didn't enjoy any good life, where can't she live?It's just that Xiaoxiao is suffering.

The mother and daughter spent an entire afternoon cleaning out the Green Bamboo Garden. Although it still looked dilapidated and far behind the places where other Yan family lived, fortunately, the unpleasant musty smell finally disappeared. Xiao opened all the windows to ventilate the room, and lit some Fengyu's homemade incense, finally it looked like someone lived in it.

Of course, all of this was done by the mother and daughter themselves, and the Yan Mansion just took them over according to the order, not even willing to give them a maid, let alone being surrounded by maids and servants when they went out like other people.

After tidying up the house, Yan Xiaoxiao was too tired to lie on the table and didn't want to move. Due to lack of nutrition since childhood, this body couldn't bear such a large amount of physical labor. Yan Xiaoxiao thought, the first thing to do now is to Get her body in order.

Is the body the capital of revolution?

Just laying down to rest for a while, there was a noisy sound outside, plus a few sharp and wanton laughter.

Yan Xiaoxiao's face darkened, and she recognized that the person who came was the third young lady of the Yan family, her half-sister, Yan Caidie.

"Hurry up, move these things in, my little sister finally came back home, I'm a big sister, I can't be rude, hahahaha..." Following the Yancai butterfly like a hen laying eggs Shrieking laughter, a few maids were about to push the door and barge in carrying something.

Yan Xiaoxiao's heart sank, and a stern light flashed in his eyes.

I don't want to trouble you, but you sent it to your door yourself?
He got up and walked to the door, opened the door, leaned leaning against the door with his thin and small body, with an indifferent and ironic expression on his face, "Come here uninvited, it seems that the third lady of the Yan family doesn't even understand the most basic manners!"

Yan Caidie looked at Yan Xiaoxiao's eyes with a flash of disgust, "Bold! I pity you for being alone for more than ten years, and I specially sent you something. Is this how you greet me?"

After finishing speaking, she frowned disdainfully, "A wild girl is a wild girl, she doesn't know any rules, and I don't know what grandpa thinks, but she would take you, a bastard, back to live in my family!"

Yan Xiaoxiao turned her eyes lightly, looking at the so-called things that Yan Caidie said were brought to her.

Yan da da pak choi whose leaves are half yellow, a few apples that are half rotten and exude the smell of rotten fruit, and a few ragged clothes with rough fabrics at first glance...

This is not a gift, it is clearly used to insult and laugh at their mother and daughter.

These things are probably the things that the Yan Mansion is going to throw away, and thanks to Yan Caidie, they figured it out.

"No matter how much Miss San is willing to admit it, it won't obliterate the fact that you and I are the same father. If I'm a bastard, then what are you, Miss San?" A gorgeous butterfly.

(End of this chapter)