Sweet and sweet! Mr. Bo is paranoid and hard to control.

Chapter 377

Grandma Wu paused, her pupils widened, and a smile began to appear on her face. "That's too much trouble for you." As she spoke, she turned around and found that the girl in front of her was more beautiful than usual.

"No trouble." An Yin replied in a low voice.

Grandma Wu turned around cheerfully and said, "Then follow me home to get some clothes."

"Ok."

When going down the stairs, Grandma Wu walked very slowly, and An Yin also deliberately slowed down her pace.

One of Grandma Wu's houses was just opposite An Yin's. After Grandma Wu opened the door, an unpleasant and damp smell hit her. An Yin felt very uncomfortable between her nostrils. She lowered her head and secretly held her breath.

The already narrow house was filled with miscellaneous things, and the aisle was a bit crowded. An Yin followed Grandma Wu in trepidation. They came to the balcony. An Yin looked up and saw densely packed clothes hanging on the long stainless steel pole above her head.

"These things are all wet. If I want to take them, I'm afraid I'll have to walk a long way." Grandma Wu pretended to hesitate.

"It doesn't matter. I'm just free at home today anyway." An Yin explained honestly.

"Good kid." Grandma Wu praised the little girl in front of her, then began to mutter, "I've been living in this room with the old man these days. His temper is really unbearable. I had a quarrel with him this morning before the New Year. I don't know where he went to fool around again to avoid me."

Grandma Wu is an outgoing person and likes to chat with anyone she meets.

When An Yin was with Grandma Wu, she just listened quietly most of the time. An Yin knew very little about the family affairs and didn't know how to deal with them.

When Grandma Wu saw that the little girl didn't say anything, a dark light flashed across her eyes, and she said with a look of grievance, "It's a pity that the room I live in is flooded and cannot be lived in for the time being. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to suffer this."

The room that Grandma Wu was talking about was the one downstairs from An Yin's house.

"Is the house seriously soaked?" An Yin asked timidly.

"Of course." Grandma Wu raised her voice, as if the louder she spoke, the more convincing her words were. "Last time, your mother asked me to estimate the losses. What do I, an old lady, know? It happened that I had dinner with relatives yesterday on New Year's Eve. The son of one of my cousins ​​is in the decoration business and came to take a look at my house. He said..."

Grandma Wu paused and glanced at the little girl.

"Say, what?" An Yin had a bad feeling in his heart.

"They said my house was severely flooded and it would be best to renovate it. They also gave me an estimate and the price is around 150,000 yuan." Grandma Wu saw the little girl's eyes widen and suppressed her sympathy. After all, she was the victim.

"One hundred and fifty thousand?" An Yin exclaimed.

Fifteen thousand? This is a considerable sum for An Yin.

According to Grandma Wu, Ms. An has already discussed compensation with Grandma Wu, but Grandma Wu has not yet told Ms. An about this idea.

An Yin stood there in a daze, her face pale, very pale.

"Really? Why am I telling you all this? Just move the clothes to your house first." Grandma Wu pretended to find a pole to take the clothes down.

"Grandma Wu, let me do it."

An Yin absentmindedly took down the clothes one by one. Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Grandma Wu said, "I'm boiling water in the kitchen. I'll go and take a look first."

When An Yin returned home with clothes in her hands, Aunt Zhang was just coming out of the kitchen.

"Why are there so many clothes? They don't look like ours." Aunt Zhang looked puzzled.

"It's from Grandma Wu." An Yin said hesitantly. "Then return it quickly. What are you going to do with it?"

An Yin stood still.

Aunt Zhang then realized something was wrong, "What happened?"

"The clothes at Grandma Wu's house are too damp, and we have the air conditioner on. I was thinking..."

An Yin blinked her big rolling eyes, but was interrupted by Aunt Zhang before she could finish her words.

"As I remember, they also have an air conditioner at home. There's no need to put it here." Aunt Zhang frowned.

An Yin was holding the clothes in both hands, which was very strenuous, and a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Aunt Zhang looked at the little girl's delicate and soft attitude and already had an idea in her mind. She walked forward, took the clothes from An Yin's hand, and carried them to a place against the wall where there was a stainless steel rack, which was just right for hanging clothes.

When An Yin saw Aunt Zhang take it, she turned around.

Aunt Zhang didn't think much about it until the little girl came back and forth carrying clothes, even the old man's underwear. Aunt Zhang's face gradually darkened, and she didn't know what to say in front of the little girl.

After finishing the work, An Yin's back was covered in sweat. In order to prevent a cold, Aunt Zhang pushed her to take a bath.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she heard some faint sounds coming from Ms. An's room. An Yin didn't think much about it, and walked straight to the sofa, picked up her cell phone and took a look at it habitually.

There are several unread text messages in WeChat, from different people.

Bo Shaojin sent a New Year red envelope.

Shen Jingrou sent a New Year red envelope.

Meng Sihan sent a New Year red envelope.

When she saw Meng Sihan's name, she was dazed for a moment. They were not familiar with each other and usually did not even say hello to each other. An Yin really did not expect that the other party would send her a red envelope.

An Yin did not open the red envelope. The tip the man gave her last time at "Ye Mei" was too much, and she wanted to find a chance to return it.

Then, she opened the conversation with Bo Shaojin. At the same time, she felt a cold sensation at her ankles, so she lifted her feet and placed them on the sofa.

The anklet was wrapped around her feet several times. When she was taking a shower just now, she tried to take it off, but found that the clasp of the anklet could not be unfastened at all.

An Yin bent down and moved closer. With her sharp eyes, she discovered that the hidden button seemed to have a secret, and there were numbers engraved on the inside.

Could this be a combination lock? An Yin thought to himself.

She must be overthinking it. The man said, this anklet is very cheap, so why would it use such a complicated process as a combination lock?
An Yin stretched out her hand and touched it, and felt a cool touch on her fingertips.

Even in the dark indoors, the anklet emits a faint glow, and the colors you see are different if you stand in different places.

As she was staring in a trance, she heard Aunt Zhang's excited voice from the bedroom, and she sounded unhappy.

An Yin came back to her senses and looked at the red envelopes sent by others. She declined them one by one, and then sent a New Year's greeting text message to everyone she knew.

After doing all this, she stood up, tiptoed to Ms. An's door, and leaned close to the crack of the door, wanting to listen to what Ms. An and Aunt Zhang were talking about and why Aunt Zhang was so excited.