With a "hiss" sound, the white cloth was torn off by her forcefully.
The helpless white charity suddenly fell down and covered the tearful Ning Wanwan.
"Yan Yun, don't meddle in other people's business..."
Ning Zhiyu shook off the white cloth with her hands. She was tall and looked down at Yan Yun, "You have nothing to do with this matter!"
"I'll take care of it if I see it."
Yan Yun squeezed forcefully between the two of them. She was obviously the one looking up to him, but he couldn't see any intention of retreating from her.
The two were in a stalemate, neither giving way to the other.
"Okay, I'll let you go today."
Ning Zhiyu's eyes fell on Ning Wanwan, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he led a group of people out unhappily.
As if to vent his anger, Ning Zhiyu slammed the door shut with a loud noise.
"They're gone."
Yan Yun reminded Ning Wanwan as he looked at Ning Wanwan who was motionless and silent.
Through the white cloth, Ning Wanwan could only see a dark shadow in front of her eyes. Her palms clenched slightly, and a strange feeling came to her heart.
Why should she help her?
Obviously this morning she was still...
She didn't speak again. Yan Yun was used to it. She returned to her seat and sorted out the messed up things.
She sat down, and her black hair fell in front of her eyebrows.
She took out the communication talisman and wrote word by word on it how to price, how to calculate... and some precautions.
She was walking in such a hurry today that she even forgot to give him money, so she had to ask him to hold on as much as he needed while she found a time before going down.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel distressed.
If only it could be like in the previous life, where you could send money with just a few clicks of your fingers.
After she finished writing, she lightly tapped the transmission note, and the transmission note disappeared with a whoosh.
"Why?"
Ning Wanwan's voice sounded behind her, holding the fallen white cloth in her hand.
"Aren't you afraid that they will cause trouble for you?"
There were people who were willing to help her before, but not anymore.
"Maybe it's because I'm a good person."
There are many people looking for trouble for her, but they may not be able to be ranked.
Yan Yun thought so, stretched out his hand and opened the window.
After the heavy rain, summer has completely entered, and the house is very stuffy. When I open the window, the breeze comes slowly.
"She is my sister, but my father has liked her since he was a child, but he doesn't like me. My mother died when she gave birth to me, and they all thought I killed her."
Ning Wanwan sat down with her back to her, as if she had been holding back for a long time, her palms clenched tightly, and she pulled the white cloth into wrinkles.
"What do you think?"
They turned back in unison and looked at each other.
Looking into Yan Yun's peaceful eyes, Ning Wanwan couldn't help but look away.
She lowered her eyes, bit her lip gently, and spoke after a long time, "I...she wouldn't have died without me."
"You are the child she worked so hard to give birth to. She will be sad if you think like this."
Yan Yun always felt empty inside when he said this.
Her voice was soft and gentle, filling Ning Wanwan's heart like a spring breeze at this moment.
Ning Wanwan paused slightly and smiled a long-lost smile, "Thank you."
"Then are we friends?"
She asked cautiously, and quickly avoided it after catching Yan Yun's gaze.
"No, I'm just helping you because I'm a good person."
Yan Yun denied it without thinking, she was not the Virgin.
She turned around and saw that there was a first- and sixth-grade thing in the scrapyard that she had not picked up. Yan Yun felt itchy thinking about this and immediately got up and went out.
Before Yan Yun arrived, he met Chen Changyu and his group.
The moonlight was thick, Chen Changyu was dressed in mysterious clothes, and his face was slightly hazy.
"Second brother, aren't you happy that you're cheating on her? If you give it to me, I'll feel sick just looking at that face."
The one who spoke was a young man beside him, "When are we going back? I don't even want to stay here anymore."
She remained silent and passed by them calmly.
"The little girl I passed by just now is much prettier than her."
The young man glanced at her and said casually, but he didn't know that this was the real person he was talking about.
Chen Changyu was upset and felt a familiar figure passing by. He didn't understand why Yan Yun could do this. Is he really that bad?
When she arrived at the scrapyard, Yanyun felt completely comfortable. In her eyes, this was not garbage, but a treasure.
Southwest...
Looking at the mountains of waste, the efficiency of turning them over by herself was really low. She wanted to use her spiritual power, like a robotic arm, to pick them all up.
Yan Yun's spiritual power was not used well, and he often dropped it as soon as he picked it up.
In this way, it needs to be repeated many times to succeed. Even Duocai couldn't help but say: "Host, isn't this slower?"
"You can't find it all night or all day."
After hearing its blow, she paused.
Just when Duocai thought she had given up, she started again.
"Nothing can be done perfectly the first time, so what if I try a few more times?"
As if expecting the wealth but wanting to complain, she hurriedly said something.
"You are just my system, don't interfere too much in my behavior."
Duocai had no choice but to shut up, forget it, its host is a stubborn cow.
Yan Yun carefully directed her spiritual power to the trash she wanted to turn over and pick up.
This also places great demands on the distribution of spiritual power. She has crushed what she wanted more than once because the spiritual power was too thickly distributed.
It was like a balloon that only needed a small bucket of water to fill, but she rushed a large bucket of water into it and it exploded.
Feeling distressed, she had no choice but to be more careful. After all, it was all money.
The surroundings were quiet except for her gentle breathing and the occasional noise caused by falling waste.
"thumping--"
"Thumping——"
"Thumping, pounding——"
Zhou Zhengyuan's small wooden house was right next to the pile of rubbish. He was sleeping, and his ears were pounding all the time, making him wake up and sleep again, and then wake up again.
What the hell? It's thundering?
As for Yan Yun, accidents always happen too suddenly.
She looked at the giant disc that was smashed directly towards her due to lack of spiritual power. It was probably a useless flying weapon, and she dodged it as if she was running for her life.
He even rolled over on the ground, looking embarrassed and funny.
"thumping!"
"Crack-"
The disc hit the pile of waste in front of her heavily, and the huge "thumping" sound was accompanied by a crackling sound, which was particularly noisy and harsh in the quiet night.
Ruined!
She just saw the lights on in the cabin. She thought there was no one inside, since it was so early.
Zhou Zhengyuan also successfully woke up from the loud noise. When he woke up, he was still a little confused. What happened? What exploded?
But then he quickly realized that it was probably man-made. He took a deep breath and picked up a wooden stick without hesitation.
Let him see which bastard he is!
