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Chapter 892 Good Nephew Called Aunt 54

Chapter 892 My good nephew, call me aunt (54)

Yun Miao's eyes lit up and she sat up straight: "If this is true, it should be soon."

"Hurry back and practice, get closer to your body, and finally lie on the side."

Jiang Mobei hugged her without saying a word, his face still buried in the crook of her neck.

"Be obedient, I still like to hold you with a body and warmth." Yun Miao had a headache.

She will go to see her younger siblings later.

"But, I want to go out with you." He was worried about her going out alone during the day.

"I don't need you to accompany me. The most important thing now is your business, do you understand?"

Jiang Mobei nodded lightly: "I also like to use my own body to hug you, kiss you, and be with you..."

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, he quickly let go of her and stood up, "Ahem, I'll go back now."

After they left, Yun Miao suddenly chuckled, "It's quite cute."

After tidying up her clothes and putting on her hat, Yun Miao left Jiang Mansion.

She first went to Yu Qing and paid him to help introduce two bodyguards and find an old couple to take care of her younger siblings.

The men taught them how to read and write, while the women took care of their daily life.

The two little guys, after washing and changing clothes, revealed their delicate looks.

You can tell at a glance that he is not a child born from an ordinary family.

Both brothers and sisters are particularly attached to their sister Yunmiao.

Xiao Yunduo was lying on the ground playing with toys, while Xiao Yun'an was sitting quietly at the table with a little book in his hand, accompanying Yun Miao.

When he accidentally glanced at some photos on the table, he was stunned.

"Sister, are you looking for these people?"

In the photo, there are six gamblers headed by Xu Zhidong.

They often hang out together and will accept any shady job as long as they have money.

"Well, Xiao Yunan knows them?"

Xiao Yunan nodded and pointed at the photo, "They often gamble at Fugui Gambling House. Sometimes they drink in the shop opposite the gambling house and get very drunk."

"These are the people who wanted to steal my sister and sell her to some dance club. I overheard this when I went to pick up leftovers in the alley behind the pub that day. Later, I didn't dare to take her with me.

My sister lives in Qiaodongzi."

Yun Miao's eyes instantly darkened, becoming extremely cold, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent.

Xiao Yun'an was a little scared, "Sister."

Yun Miao calmed down and touched his head: "Don't be afraid, my sister will completely deal with them this time, and they will have no chance to take advantage of Xiao Yunduo in the future."

Xiao Yun'an's eyes lit up and she immediately puffed up her chest, "Well, I'm not afraid as my sister is here."

"How did they pay attention to you?" Yun Miao thought about the next plan.

"It's because one day when my sister was playing by the river, she washed her face clean, and one of them saw her."

"The man stared at his sister's face for a long time. He even took out a small photo from his arms and compared it. He said it looked like his child bride."

Xiao Yun'an carefully identified the photos and quickly pointed at one of them, a short but strong man in his twenties: "That's him."

A trace of bloodthirsty cold light flashed across Yun Miao's eyes.

She has not forgotten that when Xu Zhidong, the illegitimate son of her good grandmother, and his men blocked her in an alley, someone on the side pointed at her and teased her, saying that his child bride was very decent.

Presumably, Mrs. Yun, after getting to know her son and knowing what kind of character he was, had the idea of ​​​​the original owner.

He wants to marry his granddaughter, who he raised with his own hands, directly to his illegitimate son.

Do you think a story of more than a hundred chapters is too long?

A friend said before that it was too long, so I will try to make it shorter in the future.

Sometimes when I write by myself, my writing becomes long.

If it were to be shorter, maybe the style would be changed and there would be more emotional drama.
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