Anhua took off the little girl's clothes and threw them on the chair next to her. The clothes were so dirty, it looked like she had rolled in the mud several times. She looked at the little girl's shivering look and said nothing.

First, he pinched her armpits with both hands, and then asked her to test the water temperature with her feet. After seeing that she was still adaptable, he put her in.

An Ran sat in the big basin holding the edge of the basin tightly with her little hands. Her body was swaying lightly with the water, which made her feel very insecure. Anhua noticed this, so he held her back with one hand and put his hand on her body.

Use the water to clean her.

Seeing the bruises and purple marks on the little girl's body, as well as the countless scabbed wounds superimposed on each other, Anhua couldn't help but feel sour. While giving An Ran a bath, he turned over and over in his mind and cursed the original owner.

Dayton.

Could this be done by a human? Such a young child could do it! If it weren’t for the recent warm weather and the thin clothes she wore, the original owner didn’t dare to hit her too hard for fear of being discovered, and the wounds on the little girl’s body would definitely be worse than

Now there’s more!

I really can’t imagine it. Now I can’t bear to watch it anymore. If the original owner was really cruel, half of such a young child’s life would be gone.

Anwar himself is a killer who values ​​cleanliness and will never use such torture methods, let alone a three-year-old child!

Seeing the fearful look on the little girl's face, Anhua moved softer, avoiding the wounds on her body, and washed the dust off the little girl's body with a little unfamiliar movement, hoping that his gentle movements, which he had never experienced before, could make the little girl feel

Be more at ease.

Children are the most sensitive. Anran must have sensed Anhua's kindness towards her, and her tight little body relaxed. Her little head tilted and she stared at Anhua up and down.

Anhua glared at her fiercely, "What are you looking at!"

The little girl actually pursed her lips and smiled a little shyly. She whispered her most sincere request, "Mom, can you stop hitting Ranran and my brother in the future?"

She felt that her mother had become different and that she could be bolder.

Hearing the little girl ask this, Anhua paused before saying, "Not anymore."

Little Anran immediately beamed as if she had received some assurance. Before Little Anran could speak again, Anhua held her head down and lowered her head, then washed her dry and frizzy hair. The little girl could tell at a glance that she was malnourished, her hair was as dry as

Like grass, there are still scars on the body. Drinking spiritual spring water over time can always heal them.

Anhua has never bathed a child. Even if the child Anran is obedient and does not move when being bathed, Anhua also spent a long time doing it. An Mo, who was waiting outside the door, was so anxious that he almost got excited!

Anhua finally finished washing Anran, and after rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, he found a piece of clothing belonging to the original owner, which was barely enough for Anran to wear. The fat clothes were like a big quilt covering the skinny child, covering him from head to toe.

Strict.

Anhua asked Anran to sit in the room for a while and wait until the moisture on his body was gone before going out to avoid catching a cold.

As soon as she opened the door, An Mo, who had been leaning against the door to listen for sounds inside, fell in.

An Mo didn't even have time to get up from the ground, so he poked his head into the room and saw his clean sister sitting on the bed wearing a big dress. Was she really taking a bath? He was about to say a few words

When he spoke, An Hua grabbed his collar and lifted it up from the ground. An Mo raised his head and faced An Ran's big face looking down at him at a 45-degree angle.

"Your sister has finished washing. It's your turn to wash in a moment."

Anhua put him aside and brought in a new basin of water. Seeing her rolling up her arms and sleeves, An Mo, the future all-powerful villain, hurriedly covered his clothes and said, "I can do it myself!"

Anhua rolled his eyes and threw Anmo into the house with the bath water, then went outside to look at the soy milk boiling in her pot.

It's nothing more than that, no matter how awesome she is in the future, she is still holding a little carrot head no taller than her legs in her hands. She can do whatever she wants with him. Raising a baby is so easy!

Anhua thought a little arrogantly.

However, when the production team leader came over, Anwar retracted his somewhat naive idea.

The team leader did not come by himself. He brought with him the female director of the team and two distant uncles from the Liu family. This village was called Liujia Village, and is now called the Liujia Village Production Brigade. Most of the people in the village are named Liu.

People who walked around in circles were able to get close to their relatives. At this time, the captain and a few people were very aggressive, and it was obvious that the people who came here were evil.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the captain rushed into the house!

Anhua had just turned off the fire that was cooking the soy milk, and when she heard the noise and walked out of the kitchen, she was stared at by two distant uncles from the Liu family, who wanted to tear her into pieces!

Anhua stepped forward with a smile and chatted enthusiastically, "Oh, aren't these the third uncle and the fourth uncle! Why do you have time to come here today? Come and sit in the room! I'll pour you some water!"

The two uncles looked at each other and wondered. This man didn't look like he knew how to spank children. Would he feel guilty if he spanked a child and saw them coming?

Unfortunately, these people came. An Mo was taking a bath in the house. Only the child An Ran heard the sound and gently opened the door a crack. He peeked out. The captain saw the well-behaved child with a smile like a chrysanthemum blooming on his face, "

Xiaoran, you are playing in the house by yourself, where is your brother?"

An Ran timidly said, "Hello, uncle captain, my brother is taking a shower in the house."

The women's director was a middle-aged woman who looked very gentle. She knelt down and asked An Ran softly, "Xiao Ran, tell your aunt whether your mother is good to you? My aunt will help you."

Little Anran was a little confused and didn't know what to say. Her previous mother was not good to her, beating and scolding her, and not letting her have enough to eat. But these days, her mother has been very good. She not only gave her and her brother food, but also

I didn't beat them, and my mother gave her a gentle bath today.

The captain looked back at Anhua who was at the door. He thought that child Anran didn't dare to tell the truth because his mother was there, so he asked the women's director to take Anhua out.

Anhua looked at An Ran, said nothing, and followed the women's director outside the house.

And An Mo had already heard the sound outside the door. After taking a shower and washing half of it, he put on his clothes casually. His body was wet. His clothes were very thin. The clothes stuck to his body and showed the staggered scars.

When he appeared in front of the captain and the others, they were shocked!

The third uncle sounded quite old, but he was actually a young man. He squatted down in front of An Mo and asked him with concern, "An Mo, how did you get these injuries on your body?"

An Mo, the little wolf cub, acted even more timid than An Ran. He tugged at the hem of his clothes with his little hands, and the scars on his body were more obvious. His big eyes looked around uneasily, looking like he was scared.
Chapter completed!