I, the first son, became a woman

Why not be aboveboard?

What's so taboo about being sneaky? !

In the midst of a doubtful guess in my heart.

Xia Juan finally took the letter in the servant's hand unhurriedly.

She looked up at Yin Bo and Jia Ding.

Yin Bo naturally understood, straightened his body immediately, raised his head and looked elsewhere.

The servant delivered the letter, and ran away in a hurry.

"Strange...who could it be..."

When Xia Juan hesitated, he finally opened the thin envelope absent-mindedly.

There was only a blank sheet of paper inside.

What catches the eye is the sharp writing power, which makes people feel the unique temperament of the letter writer.

Sorry for troubling you for so long that night!

"What is this guy talking nonsense about?!!!"

Just seeing the first sentence, Xia Juan arched his body and exploded!

What does this writer mean? !

It's so thought-provokingly written.

What night, what toss...? !

Wait...could it be...

"Ye?!"

Tossing myself all night...

Is it referring to the incident last night? !

He looked up at Yin Bo.

Sure enough, the other party raised his eyebrows with a wicked smile.

Yin Bo must have known something.

Xia Juan sighed and continued to read.

I didn't do it on purpose, but drinking was a mistake.

From today onwards, I will never let such a thing happen again, nor will I appear in front of you.

But I still have to explain to you, I am not a dragon-yang addict!

Signed by Ye Ning.

This is a very, very short letter.

But Xia Juan could see that it was the letter of apology written by Ye Ning.

"Hmph! The appearance and words were so obvious last night, and he said that he is not Longyang...cough cough!"

Twitching and just about to curse Ye Ning.

Thinking of Yin Bo is still by his side.

Xia Juan stopped abruptly and stopped talking.

"It's okay, it's just some boring stuff written by boring people."

Xia Juan smiled and hesitated for a while.

After being stunned for a long time, he hesitated and crumpled the paper in his hand.

but……

But last night, I cursed and said that he...

Is it too much? !

I... am I a little...

Eyes dodged for a moment, Xia Juan was silent for a while.

For a while, she even lost her appetite. She only felt that the food on the table in front of her seemed tasteless, making her unable to arouse her appetite.

Do not!

Precisely.

It should be said that it was as if something suddenly grabbed his body.

Xia Juan felt suffocated, unable to swallow or express it.

She obviously hates Ye Ning.

Even without the incident last night, she still hated Ye Ning very much!

But her brain clearly told her to reject Ye Ning.

Body……

But still made mood swings of regret and self-blame.

Own……

Is it too much? !

"Do not……"

Shaking his head, Yin Bo raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest.

Xia Juan slapped the table and stood up.

It's a pity that Xia Juan didn't pay much attention to his eyes, and slapped directly into the rice porridge.

"Well!"

Immediately, Xia Juan's face contorted for a moment, and his little arm was hurriedly retracted.

Her five fingers were stained with a pile of porridge and rice milk.

It was so hot that her fair and smooth fingers were dyed red.

hateful!It's all Ye Ning!It's all the fault of that surname Ye!

If he doesn't write to me?how can i be angry !

If I'm not angry, how can I put my hand in the rice porridge? !

If I didn't put my hand into the rice porridge, how could it be so painful? !

All sources!It's all the fault of that surname Ye!

So I don't need to regret and blame myself at all!

That kind of guy doesn't deserve my sympathy at all.

What's more...

Besides, when did I, Xia Juan, become such a bad person? !

Whether he is a dragon-yang addict or not has nothing to do with me.

Anyway, I don't have to see him from now on!

It is really……

It's so good...

A strange color flashed across his pupils, and Xia Juan came back to his senses.

"Young master, you are no longer a child."

Yin Bo took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands clean.

"Bo Yin, don't talk about this for now."

Xia Juan sighed.

"I'm full. Uncle Yin, eat by yourself."

After finishing speaking, Xia Juan stuffed the crumpled letter into his arms, and walked away.

Left a table full of meals.

Yin Bo was taken aback, holding a handkerchief in his hand.

He looked up to see Xia Juan's figure disappear little by little, and then showed a helpless smile.

"Young people nowadays, I really don't understand..."

Shaking his head.Yin Bo sat down slowly.

This table full of food can only be solved by him...

……

Inside the quaint gray and dark-toned house.

Neat, clean, sharp.

Everything is in order, like a machine, filled with a cold breath.

In this gloomy room.

Except for the slight light coming in from the window, everything else was as dark as a dark cloud.

A black and white portrait of about six or seven inches, not too big or too small, hung steadily on the wall.

In the painting, there is a girl with a bright smile, but looks a little dirty and tired.

Girls are not pretty.

Even from a secular point of view, it is a bit ugly.

The outline and bones like a man destroy the petiteness and cuteness of a girl, presenting a feeling of disharmony.

"Ling'er...you know...my brother met a person who is very similar to you..."

A gnarled, scarred arm stretched out.

It turned out that there was a man standing in the darkness.

If Xia Juan was present, he would have recognized that this man was Jian Feiyu! !

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the girl in the portrait with five fingers.

His five fingers trembled, as if he remembered something and couldn't help but laugh.

"But... I don't know if she's still alive..."

"Ling'er... brother..."

Before Jian Feiyu finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Jian Feiyu froze for a moment, then his voice stopped abruptly.

He withdrew his hand and stood with his hands behind his back, but his eyes were still looking at the portrait quietly.

"Little Lord."

A man in black pushed the door open and knelt down in front of Jian Feiyu.

"Young master, I don't know why you called me here...?"

"Help me find someone."

Jian Feiyu looked at the portrait of his dead sister.

The icy voice is chilling, as if you are in the ice and snow.

"I want you to tell me how she is."

"There are still whereabouts!"