Yan Yao still ignored Gong Juechen, but said to An Jing without any emotional ups and downs: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

Seeing that Yan Yao was still paying attention to Yan Jing and ignored him, Gong Juechen's expression became even more pitiful: "Yaoyao..."

An Jing wants to kick Gong Juechen. People clearly don’t like you anymore, but you are still begging for nothing!

However, An Jing did not really kick it, but smiled at Yan Yao and said, "You should recover from your injuries. You have to take care of your injuries for one or two months to heal."

Yan Yao didn't say anything, just nodded. After a while, she said two words to An Jing lukewarmly: "Thank you."

"Yaoyao..." Gong Juechen lay on the edge of the bed, looking at Yan Yao lying on the bed pitifully like an abandoned big dog, hoping that Yan Yao could take care of him.

An Jing was too lazy to pay attention to Gong Juechen, but said to Yan Yao again: "Miss Yan Yao, you have been in a coma for so long, you should be hungry, right? I'll get some porridge for you to eat."

Yan Yao said, "Just call me Yan Yao." He paused, "Thank you."

An Jing knew that Yan Yao was thanking her for making porridge for her, so she didn't say much, but turned around and went home to make porridge.

Before An Jing left, she asked Meng Zhuqing to come in and take Gong Juechen away.

Gong Juechen refused to leave, and was finally knocked unconscious by Meng Zhuqing.

It can be said that Meng Zhuqing took Gong Juechen out again; and as soon as he took it out, Meng Zhuqing threw Gong Juechen into the open space at the door of the house.

As soon as An Jing got home, he went into the kitchen to make a fire and cook porridge. Xiao Changyi was originally taking four children, but when An Jing came back, he took the four children into the kitchen.

Xiao Changyi sat on the bench in the kitchen, with four children walking forward to him, and one of his hands was still holding An Yiyun in case An Yiyun, who was not able to walk, fell down.

While making porridge, An Jing told Xiao Changyi about Yan Yao: "The girl is awake and her temperament should be a little cold, but she is quite polite. She looks good at the moment of her upbringing. She thanked me several times."

Xiao Changyi was watching the child while listening to An Jing’s words.

"She said her name was Yanyao, and she said she didn't know what her surname was. I think she probably didn't want to tell us her real name. Yanyao might be her own pseudonym."

"I think she doesn't even want to say her real name, so she probably won't say anything else. Even if she says it, she probably will be a lie to us, so I didn't ask."

"Gong Juechen is so shameless. He ignores him. He still pesters him and calls him Lady. But to be honest, I still like this Yan Yao a little, and his personality is a bit like you."

Xiao Changyi finally spoke: "Don't like her."

"Why?" An Jing was puzzled. "Is it possible that she has something wrong?"

Xiao Changyi said lightly: "I can't see if she has any problems yet. I only know that I think you only like me."

An Jing immediately laughed, and felt even sweeter in her heart, and joked: "You are really worthy of being a big vinegar bucket. Anyone can knock your vinegar jar over, but I smell the sour smell."

Xiao Changyi said nothing.

There is nothing to say. He just wants to occupy his wife and let his wife belong to him and like him only. No matter which kind of love it, it is best to like him only.

As she smiled, she suddenly became serious: "My husband, that identity of Yan Yao should not be simple. Let's not talk about how her injuries were caused. Just looking at her words and deeds, it is really not something that ordinary girls can do."
Chapter completed!