Yan Wan's mood was complicated. Her love affair that had not yet been relieved, and her brother who suddenly fell off guard.

This also further confirms what Zhu Lianying said in the ward. Because she is the lost daughter of the Yan family and Yan Molin's sister, she was chosen by the Huo family.

From the beginning, this matter was a deception and exploitation.

Yan Wan could no longer feel the collapse of crying when she came out of the hospital that day, but she could not lift her spirits. She was in a heavy mood, as if she was always covered with dark clouds, making her feel relaxed and smiling, which was a luxury.

Yan Wan had almost no big expression on her face. She pursed her lips and lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

Before her feet touched the ground, Yan Molin's tall body approached, and reached out to hug her, almost like he wanted to pick her up.

"You are not in good health yet. Where do you want to go and what you do, my brother will take you there."

The aura of a man smells nice, elegant but intimate, but for Yan Wan, it is particularly strange.

She pushed him away uneasyly, "I can do it myself."

As he said that, Yan Wan got out of bed by himself.

She seemed to have a fever, her body was weak, and she didn't have much strength to walk, but she still gritted her teeth and walked towards the bathroom step by step.

Yan Molin stood there, frowned and looked at Yan Wan's stubborn figure.

He sighed helplessly. My sister is still very distant to her and will not let her get close to her.

After Yan Wan washed up in the bathroom, she came out and saw Yan Molin waiting on the sofa.

He was wearing casual home clothes and was in a comfortable and leisurely position, but he could not hide his aristocratic temperament.

No matter how casual he is, he cannot hide his innate princely temperament.

Yan Wan couldn't help but wonder, what kind of person is Yan Molin who is usually? Is he such a gentle and kind big brother?

"Out of it?"

When Yan Molin saw Yan Wan, he stood up with a smile.

He walked to Yan Wan, looked at her wet hair, and frowned slightly.

"I'll blow you dry?"

Yan Wan subconsciously refused, "No, just let it do it naturally."

"That won't work. Your health is not good enough. You can't get a little cold now."

Yan Molin's tone was gentle, but his attitude was domineering. He continued: "If you are not used to it, let the barber come and blow it to you."

Just blow your hair, and you also have to find a barber?

Yan Wan waved his hand quickly, "No need."

"You choose one with me and the barber."

Yan Wan: "..."

"I'll blow myself."

She had no choice but to walk to the dressing table. She just picked up the hair dryer and was about to blow her hair when someone snatched the hair dryer from her.

It was a pure foreign man with a beard on his face and a feminine look between his eyebrows.

His voice was even more delicate as a woman, "Miss, I am a professional barber in Europe. Please let me serve you."

The Chinese he spoke is a bit clumsy and slow, but his pronunciation is still clear.

Yan Wan looked at the foreigner in surprise through the mirror. When did he come in? He was a professional European designer who actually served home and came to work in the bedroom?

"In this house, all people in the service industry have it. If you want to do anything, they will come to serve you immediately."

Yan Molin explained lightly.

For him, this is a very normal thing, but for Yan Wan, he felt the corners of his mouth twitching. This is really too fucking - it's so good!

Yan Wan would not refuse the professional barber and let him fiddle with his hair.

Although, this is just something she can do it herself.

After blowing his hair, the barber left, and Yan Molin walked over with a two-piece skirt.

"Xiaowan, do you like this dress? Your cold is not cured yet, and wearing a small coat will make it warmer."

Yan Molin was holding the clothes, looking a little nervous, as if he was afraid that Yan Wan would not like it.

He just recognized his sister, and he didn't know much about Yan Wan's preference for dressing.

Yan Wan felt a little moved when she looked at the clothes.

Of course she knew Yan Molin's intentions. He even considered her body and specially found two sets of clothes.

“Yeah, I like it.”

Yan Wan pursed her lips and took the clothes over, "Thank you."

"Don't say thank you to me in the future. I should do anything for you."

Yan Molin looked serious and doting.

If possible, he would be willing to spoil Yan Wan from childhood and grow up like this.

Instead of letting her wander outside alone for so many years.

He had read her previous information, was an orphan, and an adopted daughter. What was abominable was that she was driven out and lived in Huo Lichen's house for a long time.

Although he also thanked Huo Lichen for taking in the house at that time, he was also upset that if it weren't for the time when the man and the woman were living together in the same room, Yan Wan wouldn't have had feelings for Huo Lichen.

Now I won’t suffer from a broken heart.

Therefore, the wrong person is Huo Lichen.

Yan Molin disliked Huo Lichen again in his heart and secretly decided to let Yan Wan stay away from Huo Lichen in the future, and it would be even more impossible to let Yan Wan marry Huo Lichen.

He will protect her later, live a real princess life, and marry a man who truly loves her.

Yan Wan was slightly moved. Her care for this brother who suddenly appeared made her very uncomfortable.

Although he has blood and family affection, he is still a stranger who is not very familiar to her in just a few hours.

After Yan Wan packed himself up, she was taken downstairs to have dinner.

The independent restaurant like the Huo family is decorated in a magnificent manner and luxurious manner, even the floor seems to be covered with RMB.

Long European-style table with flowers and white candles on it.

Several maids stood aside, like vases, and came to serve at any time.

Yan Wanweiling, has they always been like this when they eat?

Baiqi was already sitting at the table. When he saw Yan Wan, he waved eagerly.

"Xiaowan, come and sit next to me."

As he said that, he patted the location beside him.

Yan Molin, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly looked bad. He glared at Baiqi coldly, then stood up and walked to Yan Wan.

"Xiaowan, sit next to me."

As he said that, he grabbed Xiaowan's little hand and took her over.

The big hand with clear joints was a little cold, and it stimulated Yan Wan's skin with a sense of strangeness, which made her very uncomfortable.

She subconsciously pulled her hand back.

Yan Molin looked slightly relieved, his expression was a little hurt.

Yan Wan's eyes flashed, "I'll just sit wherever I want."

She buried her head, walked straight over, and found a seat next to the table to sit down.

It is a little distance from Baiqi, and it is a little distance from where Yan Molin just sat.

Baiqi laughed teasingly, "Hahaha, brother, Xiaowan doesn't want to sit with you."

Yan Wan's cheeks suddenly turned red, she was just not used to it.

She was about to explain, but at this moment, she saw the tall shadow of the man falling beside her.
Chapter completed!