The charming girl of the farm gate of crossing

Chapter 1739 Which are you
"Are you going back?"

He Xiner was pulled by a strong force, she stood up involuntarily, and glanced around blankly.

Jiang Jiang's mind was seriously distracted, causing her to be a little confused, mainly thinking about the pestering big brother, her heart beat faster and her cheeks felt hot.

Almost forgot where I was.

Seeing her like this, Nangong Han became more and more convinced that she was illiterate, and her heart was complicated and difficult to understand.

"The He family is quite far away from Fucheng. My cousin had to travel hard early in the morning, so she was inevitably tired. Why don't you go to the guest room to rest first."

His tone is gentle, his eyes are sincere, and his smile is like a spring breeze. He should be as gentle as jade, humble and polite.

Compared with him, He Jiajie's black face is really inexplicable, and his actions are rude and impatient, which is really rude.

No matter how dull He Xiner was, she now understood what was going on.

She patted her big white softly, and smiled brightly at Nangong Han, "Thank you for your kindness..."

Ever since Nangong Han stood in front of He Xiner, Nangong Ling couldn't believe it.

On the surface, her fifth elder brother is as warm and moist as jade, but in reality he is noble and arrogant, cold and lonely, not a gentle and considerate person who has everything.

But he was so nice to a wild girl?
"You can't go! You can't go anywhere!"

Before He Xiner could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a rough voice.

She turned her head to look, the little bun with a round face, with straight eyebrows and staring eyes, was not cute at all.

He Jiajie suddenly changed his face, "Who are you? Dare to yell at Fourth Sister?"

Nangong Han also had a displeased face, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The two sisters, He Chuer and He Qier had an excited discussion. After gaining confidence, they finally got the idea to read He Xiner's jokes. Before they could act, they saw He Jiajie going straight to He Xiner.

The two looked at each other, followed quietly, and secretly glanced at Nangonghan from time to time.

Uncle Yongchang's second son, they knew each other. He had met twice at banquets before.

The dream of He Chuer and He Qier who were born as concubines for many years was to marry into the Yongchang uncle's mansion, but they didn't dare to think about the eldest son of the uncle's mansion, let alone the uncle's eldest son.

So I was stunned by the scene I just saw.

Nangong Han is actually so gentle to the dead girl?
The sisters on this one are still in a daze, while He Jiajie on the other is showing off again. If it weren't for the loud drums as the background music, he would have definitely attracted everyone.

Or if he is a bastard, he doesn't care where he is.

It's strange to say that with his temperament, there is no one else who can play with Nangong Han, who is as gentle as jade on the surface, but is actually noble and lonely.

But he doesn't know Nangong Ling, it can be said that he hardly knows any girl from Nangong's family.

"Which family do you belong to? You are not very old, you have a strong tone, and you dare to threaten my fourth sister. You are so powerful, why don't you go to heaven?"

"You, you are presumptuous!"

Being criticized in public by a strange man, Nanying Ling felt ashamed and ashamed, her eyes watered with anger, but she stubbornly bit her lip and forcefully forced back the tears.

Then, holding on to the airs, came such a magical sentence.

Nangong Han's face became even uglier.

"Seventh Sister, speak carefully."

"She is the seventh girl in the uncle's house."

The words of Nangong Han and He Xiner sounded almost at the same time, and He Jiaming knew the identity of the other party, but his attitude did not change because he was Miss Bofu.

"Is this how the Nangong family entertains relatives?"

This was said to Nangong Han, when he suddenly turned his head to look at Nangong Ling, his momentum changed drastically.

He Jiajie's eyes were not friendly, and his tone was frivolous, "Which onion do you think dares to scold the young master for being presumptuous. Do you think you are a princess?"

Nangong Ling was bombarded by him repeatedly, she was already dizzy with anger, and she was even more annoyed when she heard that he even dared to complain to the uncle's house, "What is the surname He!..."

"Seven sisters!"

Nangong Han drank coldly.

(End of this chapter)