child?

A little girl with yellow hair and ponytail who looked like she was in middle school walked in first, followed by a little boy with gray hair who was almost the same age.

Yan Hua looked at the two of them suspiciously, wondering if they were fifteen years old this year?

Yan Hua's suspicion is also Qin Shuya's suspicion.

It's just that she doesn't show all her emotions and desires, and is much more indifferent than normal people.

At this moment, she seemed the most calm and calm.

This attracted the attention of the pair of little friends. The girl with yellow hair and ponytail looked at Qin Shuya with frowning eyebrows.

The gray-haired boy looked at Qin Shuya thoughtfully, as if he noticed something special about her.

Seeing this, Yan Hua said something for Qin Shuya: "Shuya has been lonely since she was a child. She lives by herself and is not good at expressing emotions."

The two of them suddenly realized that they were slightly autistic.

Seeing that Qin Shuya still had no expression, the girl with yellow hair and ponytail was relieved, lost interest in looking at her, and turned to look at Feng Ma's body and the painting.

However, the gray-haired boy looked at Qin Shuya a few more times, as if his interest in her had not diminished.

But Yan Hua moved intentionally or unintentionally and covered Qin Shuya behind him.

The gray-haired boy met her eyes, and his heart trembled inexplicably, as if he saw Master Hei Wuchang's sharp gaze, which made him unconsciously look away and look at the painting.

After only looking at the painting twice, the two of them looked solemn for a moment and stepped forward to inspect it carefully.

"A curse message?"

The girl with yellow hair and ponytail frowned as if she was asking or talking to herself.

The gray-haired boy also frowned, but turned his head and focused his gaze on Yan Hua's face again.

If it were an adult man doing this, I'm afraid it would be too rude. How could you stare at someone like that?

But switching to such a young shota who may not be 15 years old will only make people think that he is still young and may want to find an older sister to answer him.

Yan Hua didn't pay attention to his gaze, looked at the painting, and recounted what happened at that time in concise language.

Upon hearing that Mr. Hei Wuchang was actually present, the girl with yellow hair and ponytail turned her head in surprise and looked at the boy with gray hair.

The expressions of the two people became extremely unnatural, as if they were quite restrained.

In order to verify the authenticity of Yan Hua's words, the two of them did not have the courage to go directly to Hei Wuchang, but they were not afraid of the red hair and red eyes.

A phone call was made.

"Hello."

A very muffled sound came, as if it was very unpleasant.

Yan Hua guessed that he might have been criticized after he returned.

The girl with yellow hair and ponytail probably heard it and contacted the other party at such a time, fearing that the other party would take a note.

However, things still needed to be verified, so she coughed slightly awkwardly: "Team Yan, it's like this..."

After the phone call, the girl with yellow hair and ponytail nodded to the boy with gray hair: "I verified it, it's correct."

The gray-haired boy couldn't help but glance at Yan Hua. Yan Hua turned to look at him, and he quickly looked away like a thief.

Yan Hua:......

With Team Yan's verification, the movements of the two and a half-year-old children became much more agile.

The painting and Feng's mother's body were confiscated and taken away.

Before leaving, the gray-haired boy did not forget to say something: "At noon, remember to open the curtains for ventilation and let the remaining resentment dissipate."

After Qin Shuya nodded, the two of them got into the car with the body and the painting, and drove off into the rising sun.

Looking at the red sun rising higher and higher, Yan Hua suddenly remembered that she had sneaked out.

With a slap on the forehead, Yan Hua hurriedly said goodbye to Qin Shuya: "I have to go back. I'll come find you when I wake up in the afternoon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Hua ran away.

At this time, the Xia family had already been busy. Yan Hua carefully climbed over the wall, caught a gap when no one was around, and hurriedly climbed over the wall and through the window to enter his room.

The sound of Xia's mother's footsteps in slippers could be heard outside the door.

Everyone's footsteps are different. Yan Hua is good at detecting this, and he immediately heard that Xia's mother was rushing towards her door.

She quickly took off her clothes and stuffed them into the closet. She deliberately messed up the quilt, turned around and grabbed her pajamas and ran into the bathroom.

As soon as he entered, there was a knock on the door. Yan Hua untied her hair, made it messy, and put on her pajamas.

After putting on her pajamas, she pretended to go to the toilet, flushed the water, then walked out sleepily and opened the door.

Seeing her dazed little look, Xia's mother couldn't help but smile lovingly.

"Little lazy cat, quickly wash up and change clothes and go downstairs for breakfast."

Yan Hua responded with a stunned look, and watched Xia's mother leave before closing the door, turning around and getting into bed.

After sleeping for about half an hour, Xia's mother didn't wait for her, so she turned around and came upstairs again.

The door was not closed tightly. Xia's mother pushed it gently and saw a bulge on the bed.

Xia Mu:......

With a helpless and doting smile, Xia's mother stepped forward and gently patted the bulging quilt: "Qianqian, be good, don't sleep."

Yan Hua then hummed twice, opened her eyes even more mistily, sat up in a cute and cute manner, and staggered towards the bathroom.

Mother Xia couldn't help but shook her head and smiled.

Since being discharged from the hospital, she has found that her daughter is becoming more and more a homebody.

Don’t talk about it, I can sleep in more and more.

When I think of my precious daughter going on an archaeological expedition, she was exposed to wind, sun and rain, couldn't eat well or slept well, and was as thin as a bamboo pole.

Xia's mother couldn't help but feel distressed, feeling that her daughter was just catching up on her sleep.

It was rare to take a break in the past, but now it’s time to make up for it.

Xia's mother once again had such thoughts, so she became more tolerant towards Yan Hua. She felt sorry for her that she had suffered so much and couldn't bear to nag her any more.

After breakfast, Yan Hua chatted with Xia's mother for a few words.

Seeing Xia's mother's assistant hesitate to speak, and then seeing Xia's mother's hurried steps after going out, Yan Hua pursed her lips, realizing how difficult it was for Xia's mother, and silently went upstairs to catch up on her sleep.

After sleeping until about two o'clock in the afternoon and catching up on sleep, Yan Hua got up, packed up and went downstairs.

Because she was injured, Xia's mother had no intention of managing her own business and stayed with her all day long, almost never leaving her.

Now that she is well, Xia's mother has just started to be busy in the past two days. As a result, there are too many things to pile up. As soon as she started to be busy, she was so busy that she hit the back of her head.

If she didn't want to spend more time with her, Xia's mother wouldn't have time to go home, let alone wake her up every morning to have dinner with her.

Xia's mother went out to do some work, and it was much more convenient for Yan Hua to go out.

Arriving in front of Qin's house, Yan Hua immediately saw the figure sitting by the window, who seemed to be painting.

Yan Hua stood there quietly and watched for a while, always feeling that something was wrong somewhere.

She urged Yuan Qi, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, and her brows immediately wrinkled slightly.

There is a slight flow of bad luck on Qin Shuya, who is concentrating on painting.

I don’t know whether it was stained on her body along the pen in her hand, or whether it was injected into the tip of the pen along her body.
Chapter completed!