The charming girl of the farm gate of crossing

Chapter 2177 Don't Look

Stepping forward a few steps, taking the letter with both hands, the weird feeling in He Jiaheng's heart grew stronger.

But he was used to listening to orders, so he didn't ask any questions.

After saluting respectfully, he took a few steps back before turning around and walking out. The thick cotton curtain was raised, and a gust of cold air rushed towards his face, which made him shiver and his mind became clearer.

Chu Yi, who was waiting in Baoxia, heard the movement, and hurriedly took his cloak to greet him.

He Jiaheng's face was calm, the corners of his lips were straightened, and he didn't say a word.

Having been by his side for many years in the first day of the junior high school, I have always understood his temper. Seeing that he was in a bad mood, he didn't dare to say much, so he tied his cloak lightly, and took a step back silently.

He Jiaheng strode out with a sullen face. When he reached the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly turned his head and looked deeply at the wooden door of the study.

On the first day of the junior high school, he stopped in time, bent over, and looked at his toes.

He tried his best not to think about it, his mind was disobedient, and many weird thoughts popped up by himself, and he couldn't suppress it.

When the young master came back from the outside, he was still in high spirits. How could he be so preoccupied after staying in front of the master for less than a cup of tea?
Have you been trained?
shouldn't~
Just when he was thinking wildly, he heard a series of footsteps from near to far. It turned out that He Jiaheng had strode away.

On the first day of junior high school, hurry up and keep up...

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month the next day, at dawn, He Jiaheng left the mansion with a cart full of New Year gifts and headed straight for the city gate.

He Hongjin didn't allow him to tell He Xiner, he didn't want to go against his will, but he felt sorry.

After all, for Uncle Ye and his wife, no amount of New Year's ceremony is as happy as seeing their daughter.

So, with a guilty conscience, he set off early to avoid meeting He Xiner.

Sitting in the corner on the first day of junior high school, he glanced at He Jiaheng who had been resting with his eyes closed from the beginning to the end, scratching his head in wonder.

"stop looking."

The carriage rattled along the country road, the wheels creaked, and accompanied by the wind whistling outside the window, it was lonely and deserted.

The sudden voice sounded, almost jumping up on the first day of the Chuyi.

Subconsciously, he wanted to explain, but saw that his young master's eyes were still closed, he opened his mouth, and then opened his mouth again, but he didn't make a sound.

And He Jiaheng's expression was calm, as if he had fallen asleep.

On the first day of the junior high school, I didn't dare to peep again, so I carefully added a few pieces of charcoal to the smoker, and then stood up with my hair hanging down.

"Master, we've arrived at Ye Family Village."

The carriage was bumpy, which made people sleepy very easily, and the temperature in the carriage was pleasant, making it even more comfortable to sleep. After all, the first day of junior high school who had nothing to do couldn't bear it, and fell asleep with his chin propped up.

The rough voice of the coachman interrupted his dream, and he was about to get up in a hurry, but he lost his balance and almost fell, but it was He Jiaheng who grabbed him with quick eyesight and quick hands.

"Why are you so careless?"

"Small damn..."

"Okay, don't say unlucky things when it's Chinese New Year."

"Yes, sir."

After He Jiaheng let go of the person, he ignored him, reached out and lifted a corner of the curtain to look out, and then put it down.

Reaching out to touch the letter in his sleeve pocket, the corners of his lips tightened.

Last night, he stared at the two letters for a long time, and finally put them away silently.

Forget it, after all, that person is the 'di son' that his father cared about, so it's normal to miss him so much.

He Jiaheng raised the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner.

As a bastard, he is not qualified to compare with him...

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There are two days left for the Chinese New Year, and it's time for Ye Xusheng to go home.

No matter how late it is, it doesn't matter.

He Xiner got up early on purpose, washed up quickly, ate a bowl of shredded chicken porridge casually, and began to dress up.

Slightly apply thin powder, lightly sweep the eyebrows~
Simple and refreshing yet delicate and beautiful, the girl in the age of cardamom is born with a good color, just a little modification, it will be amazingly beautiful.

He Xiner looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled slightly with the corners of her lips curled up.

Then directed Wei Yu to put a small bun on the top of her hair, and only used a piece of pearl jasper cloth with a long silver tassel to hold it in place, and the rest of her hair naturally drooped to her waist, flowing and flowing, light Smart.

(End of this chapter)