Fast Travel: Passerby A, she has the aura of a heartthrob

Chapter 20

Yan Xiuran didn't know whether he believed the fairy's words in Yu Shu's mouth. He looked sideways at Yu Shu, put his hands on the keys, and said in a low voice.

"I'm going to practice the piano."

Hearing this, Yu Shu hugged the fruit plate in her arms, found a place and sat down on the floor, very casual.

After sitting down, he raised his chin towards Yan Xiuran, signaling him to practice piano with peace of mind.

Yan Xiuran lowered his eyes and turned his gaze away. His short fingers were jumping on the keys, and the beautiful music of the piano poured out.

Such a young child who can play the piano at this level is considered very talented. Why does Mr. Yan want to compare his son with other children?
Yu Shu bit the strawberry, not quite understanding the thinking of human parents.

If it is said that love is deep and responsibility is serious, it is still a legitimate reason, but Mr. Yan's eyes on Yan Xiuran are cold, like looking at an object that can't give him a face, and it doesn't look like a father's love.

Yu Shu, who couldn't figure it out, just listened to Yan Xiuran practice the piano while eating. After Yan Xiuran practiced uninterruptedly for more than two or three hours, Yu Shu got tired of listening and was ready to go out to find something to eat.

It's just that there was no food left in the kitchen after dinner, as Yan Xiuran was determined to be hungry.

Yu Shu opened the refrigerator to look, and saw untouched cakes and apples, and was about to take them to some poor little one who hadn't eaten yet, when she heard movement from the living room.

Yu Shu, who had nothing to do, decided to put down the food to be smuggled first, and went to the living room to eat melons.

In the living room besides Mr. Yan, there is also a young and beautiful lady. Listening to their conversation, this should be Yan Xiuran's mother.

"Don't just go out with those wives for beauty treatments all day long, and take care of Yan Xiuran, you don't want to see him inferior to other heirs of rich families, let people see our jokes, right?"

Mr. Yan's complexion was not good, and Mrs. Yan's complexion was also not good, and she threw the teacup on the coffee table with a slap, and said unexpectedly.

"Let me take care of it? It was agreed at the beginning. After the marriage between our two families, we will play our own things. No one cares. I will give birth to an heir for the Yan family. My task will be completed. Now let me teach the children, and you are outside Fool? You have a good idea."

"Could it be that one day you killed people outside, and I still have to make room for your women outside?"

Mrs. Yan looked at Mr. Yan sarcastically, obviously dissatisfied with the additional tasks.

"Yan Xiuran is not an outsider, but your son!" Mr. Yan said sullenly, almost roaring.

"Tsk, now you remember that he is our son? Why did you not remember when the child was sick before when you were fooling around outside?" Mrs. Yan was not afraid of his retort at all.

Mr. Yan's expression became even colder after being slapped down by Mrs. Yan one after another.

"My Yan family has no shortage of women who can give me an heir. If Yan Xiuran can't meet the requirements, I don't mind changing to a woman who can give birth to an excellent heir."

After Mr. Yan said this, he took off his tie and went upstairs directly, without paying any attention to Mrs. Yan's dark face that was dripping with ink.

After hearing so much, Yu Shu understood that Yan Xiuran was just a father who didn't love his mother, who was made into a perfect appearance by the two of them, and exhibited to the outside world to win everyone's praise.

Yu Shu shed tears of sympathy for the poor little girl who was still practicing piano hard and didn't know anything. On the way to smuggle food from the refrigerator to the piano room, she even rarely ate without stealing.

After taking the key, Yu Shu came in from the main entrance, closed the door again, and put the key back, and walked to Yan Xiuran with the cake and apple.

Looking at the young boy whose fingertips became red and swollen after playing the piano for so long, Yu Shu frowned and put down the things, dragged his hand to look at it, then went to find the ointment and rubbed it on him carefully without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)