C4 Deja vu

Yin Jiaren never thought that she would wake up with such a scene. If she knew that this would happen, she would have really preferred to sleep for a while longer.

She reached out to grab hold of the little fellow who was crawling up and down her body, then wiped the saliva on her face with a sour heart, almost to the point of tears flowing down. Since she was young, she, Yin Jiaren, had never enjoyed being awoken with a mouth full of water.

Fortunately, she seemed to have been saved by the little fellow.

Yin Jiaren's eyesight had never been low. From the moment she saw the little fellow, she could tell from the little fellow's clothes that she was not an ordinary person's child.

"You're awake." The voice of a third person came from inside the room. She blinked, got up from the bed, and looked at the back of the figure in front of the sofa.

That back of his looked extremely cold and proud, as if he was born with a noble aura. If he was born in ancient times, his demeanor would definitely be that of a noble, a prince or a grandson.

Yin Jiaren blinked and with extreme difficulty shifted her gaze away from Jiang Siming's back: "Hello, you were the one who saved me, right?"

Jiang Siming did not answer, but Jiang Yuan, who was at the side, was already worried, pointing at his own nose and saying continuously: "Daddy is bad, save me from here!"

Jiang Yuan had been born exquisite from afar, and now that he was excited, his little face was red like an apple. The more he looked at her, the more Yin Jiaren pitied her.

"Alright, she's a good child from far away. She saved big sister, right?"

"Cough!" Jiang Siming could not help but let out a light cough.

What kind of relationship was this? He and Yin Jiaren could be considered to have a one-child relationship, but she allowed him to call her elder sister from afar.

"Miss Yin, the reason we saved you this time is all because of us. Don't listen to that stinky brat's nonsense." A white-coat scientist appeared in front of the sofa. He was holding a medical kit in his hand. His eyes were smiling and he looked like a sunny teenager. He was lying on the edge of the sofa.

Surprise flashed across Yin Jiaren's eyes. She knew this doctor, and to call him a doctor would be more accurate, he was the famous Young Master Han.

Back in the day, when her family was still safe, the banquets she attended were always divided into three ranks. Although the Yin family could be considered as a high class society, they were still far from being comparable to those at the top.

The Han family was at the top tier, and she had only seen them two or three times.

Yin Jiaren could not imagine how someone could make him call them young master.

"Thank you, Young Master Jiang." she said hesitantly, biting his lip. He should have said something about repaying the debt of gratitude, but since he was someone with such an identity, he shouldn't care too much about her gratitude.

Sure enough, Han Ye suddenly jumped up, and slowly walked to Yin Jiaren's side, shouting: "At a time like this, you should be saying that you cannot repay me for my kindness, little girl, I will repay you with my own body!"

"Haha …" Yin Jiaren could not help but let out a dry laugh as she grabbed Jiang Yuan who was at the side, "But I saved this little guy, this little guy was almost killed by someone."

"Alright then!" Han Ye became even more excited, as though his eyes were shining, he excitedly grabbed onto Yin Jiaren's clothes, but immediately let go of it. He smacked his lips, and timidly retreated a step: "Isn't it good that our Young Master Jiang has to repay this kindness with our bodies!"

This was the first time he saw Jiang Siming take the initiative to hug a woman, and carry her all the way home. How could he not join in the fun?

"No need." Yin Jiaren awkwardly turned her head to look at Jiang Siming who had not said a word, and then looked at Jiang Yuan.

No wonder Jiang Yuan looked like an autistic child. Other than being able to talk, he always wore a stern face. It would be weird if someone like Jiang Siming could not get autistic after such a long time!

Yin Jiaren glared at Jiang Siming resentfully, hugging Jiang Yuan and remaining silent. When she raised her head and looked at Jiang Siming again, she just so happened to meet his cold eyes.

Just now, she seemed to have stared at this Young Master Jiang —

She won't die, will she?