Chapter 1679 Don't Leave Her Any Space

Sun Yuhan kept stuffing the food in the paper box into her mouth, like a starving ghost reincarnated, and she stared coldly at the closed door, and spat hard on the ground.

"Even if I knew, I couldn't tell you."

"Yan Huan, you will never know in your life who dug up the grave of the dead mother and smashed her ashes. It's her bad luck to give birth to a daughter like you. When she was alive, she suffered, and when she died, she was crushed to ashes. If I were her, I should really strangle you to death when you were born."

"You are the biggest stain in her life, and the culprit for her early death."

"So there are some things that you'd better not know, otherwise you will be the one who suffers. Look how good I am. I won't tell you, I won't tell you, I won't tell you, I won't tell you."

She snorted and closed the door again, for fear that the man outside would suddenly come in.

Of course, she cursed the man in her heart for countless times.

Yan Huan closed the door, took out her half-drunk bottle of water from the table, and sat on the edge of the bed, drinking it mouthful by mouthful.

It was still raining outside, and it was a bit heavy. Haishi is now a water city.

She pulled up the curtains out of boredom, which was actually an unconscious action. As a result, with a clang, something fell on her head. She touched her head and it was still painful. When she lowered her head, she found that there was a pen on the ground. She quickly bent down, picked up the pen from the ground, and then drew a line on the back of her hand.

This is a ballpoint pen, and there is still oil in it.

With a pen, she held the pen in her hand, and then took the bottle and wanted to write on it. However, she felt that it was useless to do so. The bottle would eventually be thrown out of the window. She had lived here for so long, and she had never seen anyone come here, and there was not even a garbage collector. If she used this method to let others save her, she felt that it might be impossible until she died.

This method won't work.

Yes, it won't work. This method absolutely won't work.

As for this pen, it seems to be useless.

It should still be useful. She hid the pen in her pillow. It seems useless now, but it will be useful in the future. Let's put it aside for now.

At night, they ate steamed dumplings. Yan Huan liked to eat this, especially the hot soup dumplings. Frankly speaking, she really didn't suffer much here, and she didn't go hungry once. Compared with the previous two times, this time was really heaven. She didn't suffer any pain, nor did she suffer. She could eat a full stomach, so here, she should be grateful to Arnold, this man.

No matter how he treats others, at least, he is not bad to her, the prisoner.

Yan Huan sighed softly. This is the fifth day of her disappearance.

She actually doesn't like this feeling. She has obviously lived a low-key life, but why are these people so unwilling to let her go? They have to drag her down again and again, and she now knows that knowing some people seems to be a mistake.

As for Sun Yuhan, she really hates it.

She took the buns and ate them one bite at a time. Today's buns were delicious. Before she knew it, she had already eaten two baskets. Maybe it was because she was busy, or maybe she didn't care. When she reacted, both baskets of buns had been eaten by her.

"Do you like this?" Arnold seemed to have discovered a new world.

"Not bad," Yan Huan really liked soup dumplings.

"Then let's eat this again tomorrow?" Arnold said excitedly.

"Okay," Yan Huan lowered her head and agreed, and also finished the remaining soup dumplings.

However, she ate more this time, and maybe her taste was better than before. She ate two baskets, and Arnold also finished the remaining three baskets, so Sun Yuhan had no share.

Arnold collected the garbage on the table and opened the door to throw the garbage outside. I don't know where he threw the garbage. Maybe he threw it farther away. Maybe he also knew that Yan Huan had a little cleanliness thing, so it took about half an hour to throw the garbage every time.

Of course, he did not forget to lock the door outside, and put a big lock on the small lock. He was very cautious and careful. Although Yan Huan was not very nosy and gave her whatever she wanted to eat and drink, Yan Huan still yearned for the outside world. He knew it in his heart, but no matter what, he had to keep her by his side.

When the door was locked outside, Sun Yuhan came out. But Yan Huan sat at the table, didn't speak, and didn't give her any food.

"Where's mine?" Sun Yuhan almost shrilled her voice, and her hands turned under the table. Every time Yan Huan hid the food, it was placed here, so her food should also be here.

But, tell her why it's gone, where's her food, where's her food?

"Yan Huan, where's my food?" Sun Yuhan had a ferocious face, almost as if he was going to eat Yan Huan as a meal.

"He's finished eating," Yan Huan said lightly. It was her will to leave it for her, and it was her freedom not to leave it.

"Have you finished my food?"

Sun Yuhan looked as if Yan Huan had committed some heinous crime, "That's my meal, why do you eat it, why don't you leave it for me?"

"Then why did you trick me here?"

Yan Huan asked Sun Yuhan coldly, "Tell me, why did you trick me here, am I related to you, Sun Yuhan?"

Sun Yuhan was choked by Yan Huan, and there might be something in her mouth, but she didn't dare to say it.

Yan Huan opened the door and walked in.

She had no obligation to leave any meal for Sun Yuhan, and it had nothing to do with her whether she was hungry or not. If he wanted to eat, he could eat, and if he didn't, forget it. Anyway, it wasn't her who was hungry, and she really thought she was a good person.

She didn't settle accounts with her, just because she didn't want to dirty her hands. She felt disgusted when she saw such a dirty woman, not to mention that if he slapped her again, it would hit someone else's face, but it was her hand that was dirty.

Sun Yuhan stared at the closed door with hatred.

"Yan Huan, I will never let you go."

No matter how ruthless or sharp her voice was, no one heard it. It seemed to be drowned in the rain.

Arnold touched his pocket again. He didn't have much money. He put on a hat and sunglasses and put a bank card in his arms. He didn't check how much money was on the bank card, but it was always quite a lot. When he ran out of money, he would go and withdraw it.