An Yin drank the brown sugar water, and the little taste left on her body was also cleaned.

squinted comfortably, and finally didn't have a smell of wind and oil, and was treated as a monster.

"Just so happy?"

"Well, of course it's happy."

After An Yin finished speaking, he remembered what the old man said, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded.

Does he know that the old man asked him to accept her into the room?

However, with his domineering character, there is probably no difference between knowing and not knowing.

"What do you think?"

"We said okay, you're going to get ready for the wedding, so you'll have to let me go."

"If I don't get married for the rest of my life, can I keep it for the rest of my life?"

"If you don't get married for the rest of your life, I still have to get married."

"Hate to marry?"

"What woman doesn't hate to marry?" When An Yin said this, he regretted it, saying this kind of thing in front of Qin Jian was like asking him to marry her.

"Tell me when you want to get married." Qin Jian got up.

“……”

An Yin hurriedly stood up, picked up her schoolbag, and turned around, only to see Qin Jian blocked in front of her.

"What?"

Qin Jian raised his eyelids, glanced at her, and bent down to pick her up.

"I'll go by myself." An Yin suddenly felt uncomfortable when he saw the people eating breakfast around them, but struggling at this time attracted more attention.

No longer moving, silently and skillfully covering Qin Jian's face.

In order to reduce Anyin's walking, Qin Jian's car drove to the school gate before stopping.

The limited-edition Silbe is too eye-catching.

As soon as Qin Jian's car appeared at the school gate, it immediately attracted onlookers, and many passers-by took pictures of Qin Jian's car.

An Yin buried her face in the car, turned her head and glared at the man next to her, "I've let you stop in front, what now?" ”

"Jin Peng picks you up, you are not afraid, I send you, you are afraid?"

"Jin Peng's car, how can your car be exaggerated."

"In their eyes, this car is no different from Jin Peng's car."

"There's something called image search now." Anyin molars.

"Get out of the car!"

"You go to the front, I'll go to the front."

Qin Jian's face sank, and he turned around to open the door.

"What are you doing?" An Yin hurriedly grabbed Qin Jian's arm.

"Help you open the door."

"I don't need to." An Yin was choked, and he opened the door and got out of the car angrily.

This bastard man is more eye-catching than this car, and as soon as he gets out of the car and shows his face, she has to make a fire in the school forum again.

An Yin got out of the car and walked forward with a blank face.

At this time, the more natural the performance, the less it will arouse more emotions from onlookers, and there will be relatively less gossip.

"It's An Yin from Class A in the third year of high school."

"It's a rich third generation, no wonder there is such a good car to send her to school."

"But that car is obviously not driven by the driver, who could it be?"

"It can't be a boyfriend, right?"

"Driving such a good car, he must also be a very rich person."

"Yes, don't rich people pay attention to their own households, right?"

"So, it's important that a person is born."

"Born in a rich family, even if you are ugly, you can marry a rich man."

"Yes, why do you want this kind of person to come to school, just get married, drive a car like that to go to school, and show your wealth?"

"That is, the men in the car don't dare to get out of the car, maybe it's an old man who doesn't dare to see the light and pretending to be forced."

Born? Rich? Old man?

An Yin sneered, suddenly turned around, and walked towards the gossiping girls.

When the women saw An Yin suddenly coming over and stopping in front of them, they were taken aback and shut up.