He Lin stared at the computer screen intently. What was displayed on it was the appearance of Anxian's makeup. The charming and charming style that was different from usual caused his heart to beat wildly without control. In a pair of dark eyes, there were two beatings. Clusters of fiery flames.

After a while, He Lin closed his eyes, put away the enthusiasm that was hard to hide in his eyes, and collected the peaceful pictures, then turned off the screen, got up and walked out of the room.

Today, An Xian invited Monica and her son to eat at home, intending to deal with Roy's identity problem, and confession can be done, but it will not be disclosed, the name will not be changed, and the account will not be transferred. She temporarily protects his family on behalf of Roy, waiting for him to transform, and then reconnect with him.

When He Lin came to the living room, An Xian was setting up the dining table with Fractalist, moving slightly, and standing tall and majestic, both feminine and elegant, the two qualities blend in one, revealing an indescribable one. Charm.

"Hey Lord." When Feituo saw He Lin go downstairs, he said hello respectfully.

He Rin seemed to have not heard it, and he was completely absent from his eyes. He passed him directly and walked a few steps to Anxian's side, like a giant noble dog, implicitly and coldly attracting the owner's attention.

Fractalist: Such a Congratulatory, I just didn't even see...

As soon as the dining table was set up, I heard the doorbell ringing from outside the small building. Anxian knew that the guests had arrived, and turned around to open the door. However, when the door opened, it was not only Monica and Seglell who appeared in front of her.

At this time in Huahua World, the comment section is as lively as ever. The pollen who did not catch up with the live broadcast felt as if they had missed a world. After watching the rebroadcast, they hadn't bothered to discuss new medicines, and bowed down to the leader's female makeup and beauty.

[The female makeup of the male **** is absolutely against the sky, there is no sense of violation! 】

[My lord, should I regard you as my male **** or goddess in the future? 】

[Regardless of whether the leader is a man or a woman, I have nothing but to bend. 】

[Suddenly I want to see the leader wear women's clothing once...]

【Upstairs +1】

[Although I really want to, but with the character of a male god, I guess it's no use. 】

[Do you think it is possible to buy the leader? 】

[Ordinary goods definitely cannot buy the leader, unless you can find something that the leader cannot resist and is in desperate need. 】

[The leader likes refining medicine, maybe you can consider starting with rare medicinal materials. 】

[There are also flower seeds. 】

[I don’t know if the 10,000-person blood book is useful. 】

[What bad idea upstairs? What we want is fair temptation, not intimidation without technical content. 】

[Everyone, I will open a collection of posts later, everyone will show all the things they feel special, I don't believe that there is no one that can make the alliance take the initiative! 】

[Good idea, pollen, it's time to show off! All stand up, fuck! 】

In order to see the leader wear women's clothing, the pollen also fights...

An Xian, who was receiving guests, had no idea that the pollen teamed up to launch a "conspiracy" to lure her.

"You're Roy?" Next to Monica, stood a lady in her fifties. Although she had a smile on her face, her eyes were raised, her eyes sharp, and she looked a bit mean.

"Are you?" An Xian guessed her identity in her heart. It should be Monica's mother and Roy's grandmother.

"If you are really the son of Ampenee, then I am the grandmother, Marnila." Manila looked at Anxie with scrutiny eyes, her expression and demeanor, revealing the taste of loftyness.

An Xian doesn't care about the other party's attitude, just doesn't like her name, "Come on you"...Is there a name that finds more fault than this?

Monica glanced at her mother dissatisfiedly, then cast an apologetic look at An Xian.

An Xian let a few people into the house, Manila entered more and more, and when he saw He Lin, an elegant smile appeared on his face immediately: "Mr. He, it is an honor to meet you. During this time, Roy is thankful for your care. NS."

An Xian was a little speechless. He Lin lived in her house, ate in her house, and raised it in her house, but in the end he was taken care of by him.

"Sorry." At this moment, Seglell walked to Anxian and whispered, "Grandma heard about you, so she has to come over. We didn't have time to say hello to you, I hope you don't mind."

An Xian nodded, saying that it was okay, but just eating by one more person.

Manila did not rush to contact Anxian, but sat on the sofa and chatted with He Lin, while Monica followed Anxian into the kitchen, preparing to serve dishes with her.

"Lolo." Monica said with a flat expression, "If my mother makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to accommodate."

An Xian gave her a surprised look, but she didn't say more.

Three years after Anpeti disappeared, the Bells gave up looking for this daughter. They would rather An Pei Ni is dead, at least this will save the face of Bell's family. After all, a woman lives alone, and she doesn't need to think about what she will encounter. Even if she is safe and sound, she will attract suspicion from the outside world and become the laughing stock of the upper class. With this kind of thought, they gave up Anne Penny ruthlessly.

But what really made Monica chilling was that when they learned that Penny had a child left behind, they refused to recognize the identity of the child. Let alone whether there is any problem with the child's descent, just the fact that An Penny married a commoner and gave birth to a child has made the Bells feel ashamed. For the sake of face, they even gave up their daughter, so how could they care about an unidentified and impure child?

The reason why Manila came here today was mainly because Roy and He Lin had a good relationship. If they can catch up with the He family, they will definitely bring Roy back to Bell's house without hesitation.

Monica didn't tell Roy about the incident, but didn't want him to be uncomfortable.

Putting the dishes on the table one by one, Manila, like a hostess, greeted He Lin to take his seat.

He Lin's expression was stern, which well concealed his impatience. Just a few dozen minutes of contact was enough to make him see Manila's personality, seemingly graceful and luxurious, but in fact snobbery and shallow.

"Roy, I just came to greet Mr. He, how did you treat the guests?" Manila glared at Anxian displeasedly.

A cold light flashed in He Lin's eyes, strode past Manila and came to An Xian, helped him open the seat, and took the wine bottle in his hand.

Manila looked at this scene in astonishment, and couldn't believe that He Lin had personally pulled a chair for Loyal. Their relationship... A trace of uncontrollable excitement flashed in Manila's eyes, and he stopped berating Roy, and walked to the other side and sat down.

There was depressive silence in the restaurant, with only the slight clash of tableware.

Neither An Xian nor He Lin are talkative people, and Manila relies on her identity and keeps silent dining etiquette. Monica and Segler are used to it.

After lunch, An Xian made a cup of scented tea for everyone. Manila looked down on this "inferior tea" and didn't touch it.

"Roy, presumably you should already know the purpose of my coming here today." Manila sat on the sofa, looking at Anxian with a proud expression, "You are Apenny's child, even if we don't recognize her and your father Marriage, but you still have the blood of the Bell family on your body. If you have no objection, I plan to hold a banquet for you to officially disclose your identity."

He Lin had a cold face and was extremely displeased with Manila's superior attitude, but this was Roy's family affair, and it was temporarily inconvenient for him to interrupt.

"The banquet is unnecessary, I want to keep my current identity." An Xian said lightly.

Manila frowned and asked coldly: "What do you mean by this?"

"Blood relationship cannot be cut off." An Xian replied, "As long as I know that Dyson and Ampere are Roy's biological parents, it's okay to have false names."

"Why is it unimportant?" Manila reprimanded, "Our Bell family can be regarded as a savvy family, and the identity is innocent. Since you keep the blood of the Bell family, you belong to the Bell family. We are in the Bell family. I will not let my own blood be an orphan without a name."

"Mother!" Monica couldn't help but yelled, "This matter should be decided by Roy. We are his relatives, not his creditors."

"It's because we are his relatives that we think about him." Manila glared at Monica, then looked at An Xian again, "Roy, you have been in the orphanage for more than 20 years, you should be very clear. The sorrow of being an orphan is helpless and bullied. Now that I have the opportunity to entrust Bell’s family with a glorious identity, I don’t understand why you refuse?"

What is meant by "the opportunity to entrust to Bell's house"? The Bell family is like a big family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. In He Lin's eyes, Bell's family is just a gentry that has only developed in recent decades.

He Lin stared at Marnila coldly, trying to control her mental power so as not to accidentally throw her out.

Monica regretted her death now, and she should never agree to let Manila come with her. She looked at her mother with a sullen expression, and stopped talking several times, and finally resisted not having an on-the-spot attack.

As for Segler, who had been growing up abroad, he was not close to Bell's family. Now he is quite annoyed to see Manila's attitude towards Roy.

The atmosphere in the living room became abnormally distorted, revealing a kind of repressed restlessness.

Anxian put down the tea cup, stood up slowly, and said coldly to Manila: "Mrs. Manila, my dilapidated little building does not welcome guests who owe you, please come back."

This woman, both in her words and her sense of superiority, didn't even mention Penny, which shows how shameless she is. An Xian originally wanted to take care of Roy's family, but now it seems that apart from Monica, Bell's family has nothing to worry about.

"What are you talking about?" Manila thought she had heard it wrong, and owed it?

Monica and others also looked at him with surprise.

An Xian smiled: "It seems that you not only owe your mouth, but also have a little ear. I said I don't welcome you, please get out of my house immediately and smoothly."

Manila stood up and glared at An Xian: "Do you dare to speak to me like this?!"

"Why didn't I dare?" An Xian stood long, seemingly leisurely, but gave an indescribable sense of oppression. The aggressive Manila was in front of her, abruptly short.

Compared with the humiliated Anxian, the angry-faced Manila is more vulgar.

Manila said cruelly: "I'm your elder, you don't know how to respect it, even if you still speak insults, it really is an uncultivated wild boy."

An Xian did not pay attention to her, but looked at Monica on the side and asked, "If I throw her out, do you mind?"

"Uh..." Monica didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Since you have no objection, then I will take it as your acquiescence." Before the voice fell, An Xian's figure appeared beside Manila.

"Do you dare..." Before Manila finished speaking, An Xian raised her hand and patted her on the back of the neck, slapped her directly, and then dragged her back collar like a sack, and dragged her to her with one hand. Outside the door, he threw it out calmly and neatly.

Such a rude gesture made her look handsome.

As a young man of nearly two thousand years old, it is quite normal to throw away an elderly person in his sixties or seventies.

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