"I……"

Ling Nian opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but under Song Yichen's aura, she couldn't say a word. She obviously thought of the lines, but she seemed to be caught by someone and refused to let her say it.

She began to be anxious, her face turned red. The more anxious she was to express her thoughts, the more blank her mind was. After working hard several times, she still couldn't say anything. Seeing Song Yichen's brows frowning impatiently, Ling Nian was so nervous that she was almost crying.

The big black and white eyes were filled with tears, and the mist was hazy, like a frightened little rabbit.

"You're leaving? Don't want to stay here?"

Song Yichen hit the nail on the head and directly poked Ling Nian's heart. She almost nodded subconsciously, with tears in her eyes, as if she was bullied.

The girl in front of her was like meeting a little rabbit from a hunter, trembling, fragile, but stubborn. The only girl Song Yichen contacted was Song Xiaomeng. Because she was her sister, she was always willing in front of him, acting coquettish from time to time, and dependent on him.

It was the first time I saw Ling Nian, who was so scared that she was dying, but she was still worried about her tears in her eyes but she still refused to retreat.

A sense of freshness in his heart instantly, and something strange that he himself never noticed was growing little by little.

He knew her intention from the girl hesitating and deliberately kept silent because she was unhappy with her head. When talking, the two should have faced each other, and they could clearly see each other's expressions and emotions in their eyes.

OK, to be honest, Song Yichen did it on purpose.

"You can continue to live a life of being displaced, not having enough food or clothing, and you can continue to struggle at the bottom of society without dignity or knowledge. Or, go steal and rob. But what about Ling An? Do you also want him to live such a life at a young age?"

Song Yichen's words were sharp, straightforward and merciless.

Without dignity and knowledge, go steal and rob...

Song Yichen said something expressionlessly, like a sharp thorn, piercing into Ling Nian's heart, causing her self-esteem to collapse.

Her face turned red instantly, with dissatisfaction and reluctance, but she also knew that all Song Yichen said was true. She had no money and knowledge, and even three meals a day were a problem, and she did steal Song Yichen's wallet, so Song Yichen said it was right.

But even so, she still felt embarrassed.

It’s like putting yourself in the sun, allowing others to analyze, take responsibility, and let others laugh at.

The hand placed beside her clenched tightly, and her fingernails penetrated the tender flesh of her palms, but Ling Nian didn't feel any pain at all. For her, the pain was only a reminder. She reminded her to remember this moment and to remember this embarrassing feeling firmly.

It is best to engrave it in the heart, blend it into the bones and blood, and never forget it for the rest of your life.

After glanced at Ling Nian's tense body and her clenched fists, a slight fluctuation flashed in Song Yichen's eyes.

"Why, I'm not talking anymore? Do you think everything I'm saying is true?"

Ling Nian was silent for a long time before she smiled mockingly, then nodded: "Yes, you're right."

"It's your business to choose to stay or leave, and I won't object. The reason I brought you and Xiao An back was just because of my mother's request. But if you ask to leave yourself, I won't try to keep you. After all, I'm more used to living alone."

Song Yichen said without hesitation, looking at Ling Nian with a burning look.

Although Ling Nian felt something was holding her chest at this moment, which made her sad, painful and unwilling to accept it, she knew that she was really nothing now and was still a thief. If she couldn't make herself better, she would have no say.

She understands more than ever that the role of ability.

After thinking it through, Ling Nian quickly calmed down. Taking a deep breath, making himself look calm and calm: "Sorry, I took back what I just said. Thank you for your willingness to take in Xiao An and I. I will work hard to be a maid and cherish this opportunity. When I have the ability in the future, I will definitely repay everything you have done for me and Xiao An."

"unnecessary."

Faced with Ling Nian's sincere words, Song Yichen only left the three words cold and bingbing, and then stood up and left.

Ling Nian stood alone in the living room for a long time, and stood until her body was numb and her hands and feet were cold, and then she took a breath slowly. After a few seconds, Ling Nian became firm and courageous, and confident.

She would never let Song Yichen look down upon her, she would never.

"Mr. Song, breakfast is ready, wash your hands and you can eat."

Song Yichen, who had just returned from running and opened the door, was wiping sweat with a towel hanging around his neck. Suddenly, he could not help but stop hearing a familiar voice. He frowned and remembered that there were more siblings in this apartment since yesterday. He was used to living alone and obviously forgot about Ling Nian and Ling An.

But, Mr. An?

This name sounds really vulgar.

"Just just call the name."

"Mr. Song."

Ling Nian didn't think he could call Song Yichen directly. Since he didn't want to call him Young Master Song, then Mr. Song would be fine. Although it was a bit awkward to call him a young man who was only eighteen years old.

Song Yichen just frowned, too lazy to correct so much.

I passed by, went to the room to rinse, changed my clothes, and came out again.

Ling An has already gotten up and is wearing a cute panda outfit. She bought it yesterday. She seems to be very enthusiastic about dressing up cute kids.

"Good morning, Brother Chen."

When Ling An saw Song Yichen, he immediately said hello with a smile on his face. His eyes were crescent and his pink bun face looked cute no matter how he looked. Even if he was as cold as Song Yichen, he couldn't help but calm his expression, and his lips were so thin that it was uncheckable.

"Good morning."

After thinking about it, hesitated for a while, then suddenly squatted down and carefully picked up Ling An. Asking for the blessing of the twin brothers at home, Song Yichen was particularly skilled in holding a child.

Ling Nian had already arranged all the food. When she turned around, she saw Song Yichen walking towards the restaurant with Ling An in his arms. She was stunned.

Ling An, who was afraid of being a child, actually hugged Song Yichen's neck with both hands, and his little face almost touched his face. Song Yichen's whole body became much softer, unlike his usual indifference.

One is a soft and cute little kid, and the other is a calm and indifferent boy. Two completely opposite people are unexpectedly harmonious, even making people feel particularly warm.

Ling Nian hurriedly lowered her head, feeling that she must have thought too much and had an illusion.

"Let's have a meal."

Song Yichen put Ling An on the chair and pulled open the chair next to him to sit down. Ling Nian hesitated for a moment and sat down opposite Ling An. Ling An usually eats alone, so there is no need to worry that he can't eat well.

White porridge, a few side dishes, and steamed buns. It is a very simple Chinese breakfast, and it looks very good unexpectedly.

Ling An wore a waterproof cartoon rice bag around her neck and held a special children's plastic spoon in her hand. She carefully scooped porridge in a bowl of the same material. Although it was slow, it was particularly stable and well-behaved, and looked particularly likable.

Not far away was Ling An's favorite cucumber, which was the little guy's eyes lit up. He stretched out his little hand to get enough, but it was always a little bit worse. After trying several times but failed, his mouth pouted immediately.

Seeing this, Ling Nian was about to pick it up for him, but a pair of chopsticks was one step faster than hers.

Ling Nian looked over in surprise and saw that the owner of the chopsticks, Song Yichen, put the cucumber he had picked up with expressionless expression on the small plate controlled by Ling An. He happened to see that Ling An had rice grains dipped on his lips, and he naturally took the wet wipe off.

I naturally have a skillful series of movements, and you can tell at a glance that they are used to taking care of children.

Ling Nian was surprised and his eyes were filled with surprise.

He is obviously a person who is so cold that people dare not look at him directly, and his aura is so strong that he is surprisingly surprised in some small details.

This contrast is really cute... cute.

Realizing what he was thinking, Ling Nian quickly withdrew his gaze and thoughts, lowered his head and pretended to be attentive to eat.

If Song Yichen knew that he had secretly described him as "cute" in his heart, he would definitely be frozen into ice by his cold eyes.

The meal was unexpectedly harmonious. After Ling Nian washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen and cleaned the apartment, Song Yiran came.

"Baby Xiao An, please give your aunt a hug."

As soon as Song Yiran entered the door, he walked towards Ling An happily, reached out to pick up the little guy and kissed him hard on the face before looking at Ling Nian.

"How is it? Are you still used to living here?"

"Yeah, get used to it. Aunt Song, don't worry, I will take good care of Mr. Song."

"What's your name for Mr. Song? It sounds awkward. Just call him Xiao Chenchen."

Little Chenchen?

Ling Nian secretly glanced at Song Yichen, and saw a helpless look in his eyes again, and even a black line appeared on his forehead, and he silently stuck out his tongue in his heart. She really dared to call this, and Song Yichen would definitely kill him with his eyes without hesitation.

"Aunt Song, I'm used to it."

"It sounds so ugly. Since you don't want to call Xiao Chenchen, just call Yi Chen. Mr. Song and other things are really vulgar."

Song Yiran said with disgust, and made the final decision.

Ling Nian knew that she was the one who said it was the same, and she didn't dare to call her any more. She silently muttered in her heart that she was under Song Yiran's pressure, and she definitely didn't want to call her that.

"By the way, I came here today to take you to school. When I went back yesterday, I asked someone to arrange the school. After you went to see it, we can go to class tomorrow. I am looking for a private school, so you don't have to worry about the course."

Song Yiran is of course considerate and attentive in his work.

I knew that Ling Nian had only been to junior high school before, but she dropped out of school because the orphanage was unable to provide supplies. If she went to a public school, she would definitely not be able to keep up with the progress, so she chose a private school and hired a dedicated person to give Ling Nian a lesson.

After seeing the school, Ling Nian was particularly satisfied and was not moved or warm.

She almost couldn't help but turn her eyes red again. Fortunately, she secretly glanced at Song Yichen. She was so cold that she instantly cleaned up her emotions and faced Song Yiran in the best condition.

So, Song Yichen still has a great effect on her.
Chapter completed!