Reborn as a wealthy family, Young Master Zhan lay down obediently

Chapter 187

"I don't know what you young girls are thinking. It's not easy to marry a wealthy family. Even if you try your best to marry in, will she really be able to seamlessly connect with a wealthy family? This is not right What kind of happiness will there be in a marriage. Why do you think this child is so ignorant?" An Qinghui beat his chest and stamped his feet to express his anger and worry.

The expressive performance made Shen Wenya believe in her heart that An Ranran was a bitch who wanted to become a wealthy family.

And Zhan Nianbei is the stupid man who was blinded by her appearance.

At the same time, An Ranran and Zhan Nianbei have also rushed to the hospital.

An Ranran was in Zhan Nianbei's arms, looking up at the red light above the door of the operating room, feeling as if she was dreaming.

Zhan Nianbei supported her shoulders, and when she was in a daze, he carefully questioned Zhu Xiaomeng.

At this time, Zhu Xiaomeng is like an eggplant beaten by frost: "Master, I didn't expect such a thing to happen. Aunt Ran's expression doesn't look any different."

"Did she say anything to you?"

Zhu Xiaomeng recalled it carefully for a while, then shook her head in confusion: "It's just common sense. She asked me how old I was, who was in my family, and whether I had the habit of collecting stamps..."

An Ranran turned her head abruptly: "What? Say it again."

Zhu Xiaomeng was taken aback by her, and timidly replied: "Auntie asked me if I have the habit of collecting stamps."

An Ranran grabbed Zhan Nianbei: "Take me home, hurry up!"

Without saying a word, Zhan Nianbei turned around and walked out.

The two drove to An's house, and An Ranran realized that he no longer had the key to the house.

When he was worried, Zhan Nianbei picked her up and sent her to the wall.

After that, he climbed over the wall again and took her down from the top of the wall.

As soon as An Ranran's feet hit the ground, he quickly ran upstairs.

Under the bed in her previous room, there was a dusty box.An Ranran opened the box and took out the stamp album inside.

Zhan Nianbei thought she would open it here to have a look, but An Ranran stood up immediately after getting it: "Let's go back to the hospital quickly."

She came back to fetch things, but she missed her mother more in her heart.

On the way back, Zhan Nianbei repeated his old trick, first hugging An Ranran to the wall, then turned over by himself, and then carried her down.

When the two returned to the hospital, Ran Huiyi hadn't come out of the operating room.

An Ranran anxiously asked Zhu Xiaomeng who was guarding outside: "Has the doctor ever come out?"

Zhu Xiaomeng replied: "The ones who didn't come out, but two more went in!"

Two more came in?This means that Mom's injury should be very serious, right?

An Ranran bit her lip and felt uncomfortable for a while, then turned around and sat on the bench against the wall, lowered her head and opened the stamp album in her hand.

After hearing Zhu Xiaomeng talk about collecting stamps, An Ranran immediately remembered how when she was a child, her mother often carried the stamp collecting album. When she moved from the county town to the capital, An Qinghui said that she should not take the rags at home. But Ran Huiyi still insisted on packing the stamp album in a suitcase and bringing it here.

So An Ranran felt that if her mother had any secrets, it must have something to do with this stamp album.

Following the movement of her opening, Zhu Xiaomeng moved her head curiously, pointed to one of them and said in surprise, "My God, this is a miniature sheet! Your mother is rich, right?"

An Ranran ignored him, but reached out and took out the stamp he was talking about. It was a small piece of drawing paper two centimeters square, and the back was empty.An Ranran looked at it repeatedly for several minutes, but didn't see anything special.

After that, like a treasure hunt, she took out each one, looked at them carefully, and then put them in again.

When An Ranran was doing this, his expression was serious and calm.

Zhan Nianbei sat beside her silently and accompanied her.

Zhan Nianbei doesn't know much about stamps, and he won't speak up easily until he has no way to give her advice.

Lin Xiaomeng murmured several times, "What is there to collect these stamps? It's really strange."

In fact, An Ranran also discovered that except for the blank back of the stamp that Zhu Xiaomeng called the miniature sheet, the other stamps seemed to have been peeled off from the envelope. Although the person who peeled it was very careful at the time, the back was still Impossible to be as flawless as new.There are many more, and they are all repeated.

This made An Ranran even more puzzled.

"This, could it be the stamp on the envelope of correspondence between Auntie and someone?" Zhan Nianbei said.

An Ranran frowned slightly. If these stamps were really torn off by her mother from the envelope of her correspondence as Zhan Nianbei said, who would be the person who corresponded with her?

An Ranran was holding the stamp book, flipping through it unconsciously with her fingers, and suddenly she pulled the book out of the cover.

The cover of Ran Huiyi's stamp book is alive.

The moment An Ranran separated the book from the cover, a one-inch-square photo fell out of it.

An Ranran bent down and picked up the photo.

In the photo is a good-looking young man, oh no, it should be said that this man was still young when this photo was taken.

Because the photo is clearly a few years old.

An Ranran tried hard to think back, and there was no such a man in her memory, so should he be her mother's friend when she was young?

Thinking of this, she turned her head: "Nianbei, what do you think?"

Zhan Nianbei then took the photo from her hand.

The black and white photo paper had already turned yellowish. The man in the photo had bright brows and bright eyes, and there seemed to be a slight smile in both eyes.

Zhan Nianbei looked at it for a while, turned the photo over, observed it carefully, and then said cautiously: "This man should be Aunt Ran's friend, but Aunt Ran didn't get the other party's consent to take this photo. "

An Ranran froze for a moment: "How did you see that?"

"Because this photo should have been cut out from a certain document, and looking at the traces on the back, it is obvious that the person who cut out the photo was in a hurry. So there are some original paper patterns on the back of the document."

"Then why did my mother pick out his photo?" An Ranran was puzzled.

"Two kinds of situations will make a person want to get another person's photo. The first is to love to the extreme, but dare not say it, and the second is to hate to the extreme, but can't do anything! However, judging by the preservation of this photo, Ran Auntie should love the man in the photo."

"How is it possible?" An Ranran said, "If my mother really has someone she likes, why would she marry that person An Qinghui...?"

(End of this chapter)