Good luck of rebirth

Chapter 259 Timing (4)
Feeling restless, she gave Qiu Ju a hard look: "You really don't show your face. I didn't expect sisters to match each other for so many years. Today I can see through you."

Qiu Ju saw a strange emotion on Xia He's face, as if she was angry with herself, but it didn't look like she was angry: I don't seem to have anything to offend Xia He today, she just smoked again wind?
Qiu Ju called out cautiously: "Sister Xia He, what's wrong with you?"

Xia He sensed her gaffe, embarrassed and wronged, just glared at Qiu Ju, bit her lip, lowered her head, and walked past Qiu Ju with tears rolling down her eyes.

Seeing Xia He crying without a clue, Qiu Ju just looked at Xia He inexplicably, as if she suddenly turned her back, as if she had been pulled out of her energy.

Shaking his head, he didn't bother to pay attention to the inexplicable Xia He, turned his head, and walked to Mrs. Mo's room.

Xia He lowered her head and strolled around the yard for a while. Walking in the garden, she suddenly slipped and stepped on her skirt. She staggered and jumped down. She thought she was going to be thrown on the ground in a very embarrassing manner, but was caught by a pair of Strong hands supported her waist and shoulders, and then she fell into a generous embrace.

Even so, there was still a piercing pain in her ankle.

Xia He was ashamed and angry at the same time, she hugged her in broad daylight, it must not be a good thing, if you save someone, save someone, why would you take advantage of her.

He didn't even look up to see who it was, just pretended it was another toad's servant who wanted to eat the meat of her swan, pushed that person away fiercely, opened his mouth and cursed: "Damn it, you pull me to stand!" If you are stable, why are you taking advantage of me, you are a disciple, you are a shameless thing!"

Taking this opportunity, I will hear that Qiu Ju's future is bright, but her family's future is bleak. The grievance of missing that young master Wen Wen is all vented on the person who rescued her.

Who let this unlucky ghost appear at this time.

The man listened to her cursing silently, and then apologized in a low voice: "Sister Xia He, I was the one who made a fool of myself."

It was Mo Jinjun that Xia He was thinking of.

After apologizing, Mo Jinjun condescendingly cared about her foot and asked in a low voice, "Did you sprain your foot? Does it hurt so much?"

This can be regarded as empathetic for her hurtful words.

Why is this person so gentle and considerate? Why isn't she the one the old lady sent over?
Mo Jinjun stood very close, and Xia He's nose was filled with the faint breath of Mo Jinjun's body. She felt his breath blowing the hair on her forehead and itching on her neck, as if there was something A small insect was crawling, and the place he touched was a little strange, like a fire was burning.

She blushed and took two steps back. She didn't know whether she was ashamed or ashamed. She was stunned for a moment before shaking her head: "My servant's feet are fine, thank you young master for saving me."

Hastily bowed to Mo Jinjun, and said: "Young master, just now the servant girl got dizzy and bumped into you, please don't count the mistakes of the villain, young master, and don't be as knowledgeable as the servant girl."

Mo Jinjun's face was gentle, and his voice was soft: "It's all my fault, I didn't take Sister Xia He's reputation into consideration."

Then he explained considerately: "When I came out just now, I saw my sister buried her head forward and wanted to come up to say hello, but who knew that she almost fell down. In desperation, I suddenly turned on my sister." Then she cared again Asked: "Sister's feet, are you really okay?"

Seeing that her face was a little pale, she looked around and said: "There is a small pavilion over there, I will help my sister go there, and then let someone find a strong woman to carry my sister back!"

Xia He heard Mo Jinjun's meticulous attention to detail, and felt more and more sad at the moment, but she still squeezed out a smile and said: "The servant is just a servant, so she is so delicate, I can go back after a rest, thank you for your concern."

Mo Jinjun thought for a while, but he was a little worried: "If you think it's too conspicuous to be carried behind your back, I'll let someone help you back home."

Xia He thought about it, and felt that it was not a trivial matter to hurt his muscles and bones, so he nodded in agreement.

Seeing Xia He's answer, Mo Jinjun went looking for someone without delay.

Xia He looked at his tall and straight back, hurried steps, and felt sore in her heart. Deep in her heart, she once again resented why she was not the one who was sent there. Her throat was a little dry, but her eye sockets were a little wet.

"Xia He!" When her tears were about to slip out of her eyes, Mo Jinjun suddenly turned around, stopped under Kazuki's crape myrtle tree, looked back deeply at Xia He, and called out her name , In the past, he never called her Xia He, he always called her sister Xia He, but now he called her Xia He, her heart skipped a beat, she held her breath, and looked at him.

He hesitated to speak, took a breath, and shook his head gently, he: "Just now, I rejected my grandmother, I... I don't like... Qiu Ju!" His face was very, very red, but his expression But it was the most serious, the breeze blew, and a few petals of crape myrtle fell on his shoulders, making the handsome young man look a little lonely, but he was also so good-looking.

After Mo Jinjun said that, without looking back, he strode away, as if something was chasing her behind.

Xia He was stunned by his words for a moment: He said, he doesn't like Qiu Ju...he doesn't like Qiu Ju...

Xia He felt ecstasy in his heart, looking at Mo Jinjun's back, his eyes were gentle, and water was about to drip out of lingering sorrow. Xia He, who was overexcited, never thought of... Mo Jinjun just said that he didn't like Qiu Ju, but he didn't like Qiu Ju. Did not say, like her.

Until Mo Jinjun was gone, Xia He was still staring blankly at the crape myrtle tree.

The sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, the wind is so light, the crape myrtle flowers on the branches are so beautiful, but her youth is gradually fading away, can she catch such a gentle and elegant girl? juvenile.

Xia He only waited for half a cup of tea before seeing someone coming, but instead of helping her back, he carried her back.

Back in the room, he lifted up his skirt, took off his shoes and socks, and found that his ankle was black and blue, and it looked unclear.

"Sister Xia He, sister Xia He." There was a knock on the door, Xia He put on her socks, limped to the door, and opened it.

Standing outside was Mo Jinjun's servant Chang'an, who handed a small white jade-like porcelain bottle to Xia He: "Sister Xia He, this is what the young master asked me to give to you!"

Chang An didn't wait for Xia He to speak, he stuffed the small porcelain bottle to Xia He, turned around and left.

Xia He opened the small porcelain bottle, and a faint fragrance came to her nostrils. She put the small porcelain bottle on the tip of her nose, smelled it, and recognized that it was a good medicine for bruises, which was hard to buy.

(End of this chapter)