Doted by My Seven Brothers novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Nancy, I'm Your Mommy

In the misty morning, a row of luxury cars driving on the narrow cement road broke the peace of this small village.

The dark-skinned farmers who were hoeing the field straightened their waists and stretched necks to stare at the luxury cars that only appeared on TV.

"My goodness, how much does the car cost?"

The richest person in their village drove a car worth more than 300,000 yuan, and they were always envious about that. Everyone thoughtful that he was the most successful. However, the cars past looked much more high-end that his.

According to the young in the village, one car cost several million yuan which was an astronomical amount for those who subsisted on grain in the field. What's more, there were more than one car!

"Hurry up... Let's go and have a look!"

There was no entertainment in the small village and a little news could cause a sensation over across the village. Even in a big city, this row of luxury cars looked quite shocking, not to mention this small village.

The luxury car stopped in front of a dilapidated cabin and the surrounding villagers were gossiping in excitement.

"Have you heard? Nancy's family is here."

"Dear, how rich is Nancy's family. She directly turns into a miss of a rich family. And what did Baker say about the car? A Rolls...what? It's super expensive, anyway."

A discordant voice was inserted into the sound of harmonious blessings.

The old woman who was cracking melon seeds said sharply and meanly, "Maybe it's not her family, who knows? Bah... Besides, look at Nancy's appearance, who will be penetrated at the first sight that she grew up in a small village. Would such a person gain affection in a rich family?"

The bodyguards cast their fiery eyes at her after overhearing what she said.

Now the old woman couldn't crack melon seeds anymore. After all, she's just a country woman who never seen such a scene before. For fear of being beaten, she quickly dragged her grandson who was staring at the big cars and left.

During the period, they heard the cry of the fat child that he wanted to see big cars and the comfort of the old woman that she promised she would buy a big car for him in the future. Then the sounds gradually faded away.

Although the people left were also a little scared, the bodyguards in black didn't look at them after seeing Mrs. Hall's departure. So they started to discuss again, partly about their blessings to Nancy's future life, partly about the sneer to old Mrs. Hall.

In the wooden house, the room was clean and tidy. But the few brightly dressed people stood in the room seemed to be out of place in this cramped cabin.

And the only owner in the room, a thin little girl with big bright eyes which looked like two juicy beautiful grapes, looked at them timidly and apprehensively.

The graceful elegant woman walked slowly to her side. Her eyes turned red and she held her thin small hand cautiously and trembled with excitement.

"Is your name Nancy? I'm your mommy." Her voice trembled, her eyes were red, she was about to cry when looking at this thin little girl, but the corners of her mouth were raised because she found her lost baby.

Nancy timidly looked at the unbelievably beautiful woman in front of her. Her only big, beautiful and clear eyes looked at her helplessly. She was so gentle, but she felt diffident that her thin and ugly hands were placed together with hers. She wanted to pull her hand back, but she couldn't.

The woman gently but firmly held her small unsightly palm.

"Nancy, go home with mommy, won't you?"

The five-year-old skinny girl was very clean in her color-fading clothes. Although the skin on her face was not very good, with a close look you'll find she had exquisite and beautiful facial features which were just covered by her messy hair.

With a pair of big bright eyes, she looked at the woman in front of her. Tears were brimmed in the woman's eyes, as if the tears would drop if she didn't agree.

Without knowing why, Nancy felt a little distressed.

She clumsily wiped her eyes with her little hands, "Don't cry."

Her voice was small and soft and it was particularly pleasant, which was so heartwarming that the woman couldn't help crying. Holding the baby that she had lost for three years in her arms, she cried out the fear during the past few years and the joy of regaining her.