Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 2076 When Will I Die?

When the sun rises again, it means that a new day has officially begun.

In the square at the entrance of the village, apart from vehicles and pedestrians, the ground was so busy that it was like a dog had licked it. It was hard to believe that the night market in Fangjia Village didn't disperse until eleven o'clock.

Gao Miaomiao's room was full of things.

Stir-fried chestnuts and candied haws in candied fruit, dolls in small ceramic pots, amazing Journey to the West, lace black socks and short skirts—as long as small commodities that can appear in the night market are almost all in the room.

It's like a warehouse.

Gao Miaomiao sat on the kang, staring blankly at these things, her eye circles were a little dark, and it seemed that she didn't sleep well last night.

She doesn't understand, really doesn't understand, how can a person be so supported and loved by others.

When I came back that day, the whole village was beating with gongs and drums, and the golden dragon was dancing. It was nothing more than being designated as a village celebration day. Give him proper face when he returns, and believe the villagers, those enterprises are still very supportive.

But Gao Miaomiao really didn't expect that the villagers' feelings for Gao Fei would be so deep - after the news spread that she was Gao Fei's secretary, no one asked her if she had any money, as long as she could feel Most of the ones that were suitable for handing out were sent to her.

No matter how she refused, everyone pretended not to hear, just put down their things and ran away, as if it was their great honor to be able to give something to Gao Miaomiao.

Later, it was still the patrol team of Fangjia Village. Ergou took a few people and brought these things to the old house of Fangjia in a small tricycle. Smiling and shaking his head, he quickly exited the yard.

In Fangjia Village, Gao Fei is no longer as simple as a leader in getting rich.

He should have become the soul of the village.

Gao Miaomiao knew very well that Gao Fei could only be loved so much in Fangjia Village.

But this is enough to prove that he did not live in vain in this life. I believe that after a hundred years, the descendants of Fangjia Village will still remember his kindness.

It seems that this is the so-called longevity, at least in Fangjia Village.

To be a human being should be like this, to be firmly remembered by future generations, to be grateful for many years, and this life will be meaningful.

"Scared, what are you doing?"

While Gao Miaomiao was staring at this pile of small commodities and thinking wildly, Gao Fei walked in and was startled by these things.

"Ah, boss, you are back."

Gao Miaomiao just woke up like a dream, and quickly jumped off the kang.

Gao Fei also has dark circles under his eyes, but his spirit is really good. The violence he developed in Jinghua these days has disappeared from the corners of his brows and eyes, replaced by a smell of spring. Stayed in Wenrou Township for one night.

As for who the woman who is accompanying him is, Gao Miaomiao doesn't care, anyway, she just suddenly felt uncomfortable: there is such a delicate beauty like me in the house, but you are fooling around outside, what a shame! You have no eyes.

Gao Fei didn't notice the sadness in Gao Miaomiao's eyes, but picked up a small black silk with great interest, looked at it in his hand, and asked: "Why, you bought so many things and came back to see The night market in Zhongfangjia Village, are you going to set up a stall at night?"

I don't know what's going on, Gao Miaomiao saw Boss Gao looking at the black silk over and over again, he was very angry, so he said coldly: "Ang, I just want to set up a stall, can't I?"

Gao Fei heard that Gao Miaomiao's words were very aggressive, frowned and looked up at her: "Is your aunt here?"

"No--"

Gao Miaomiao uttered a word, suddenly understood what was going on, and quickly explained: "These things are all given by others. No matter how much I refuse, they have to give them away. In the end, the man named Ergou gave them home. here."

Fearing that Gao Fei would misunderstand that he was using his name to bluff outside, Gao Miaomiao hurriedly told what happened last night.

After listening, Gao Fei laughed happily: "Okay, since it is the wishes of the folks, then you can accept it. But I think that if you go to the night market to set up a stall, if you wear this little skirt , stand there with your little black silk high heels, even if people don’t know who you are, just because of your coquettish appearance, even if you are selling shit, you can sell it at a high price.”

Mr. Gao is used to talking, and after learning that he was really loved by the villagers, he spoke more casually. He didn't even consider how much his words would hurt Gao Miaomiao's self-esteem. .

Gao Miaomiao sneered in her heart, but a faint blush appeared on her face, she raised her hand with rolling eyes, lifted her skirt slightly, revealing her slender legs in black silk, and asked coquettishly, "Boss, I'll just put it on." How about this posture?"

"Okay, okay, it's pretty good."

Mr. Gao stared at the ****, swallowed hard, then turned around and walked out, saying stiffly: "Hurry up and make breakfast, I'm going to bed after eating."

Seeing the door being closed vigorously, Gao Miaomiao shook her body triumphantly, and hummed softly: "Hmph, don't you feel bad when you think that I will treat other men like this?"

It was not only Gao Fei who was upset, but also He Xiucheng.

He Xiucheng has never kept a low profile during this time. Since the night when He Luoyang was plotted against by Yin Jinhua, he has never stepped out of his villa.

He Luori was conspired against such a big matter, no matter whether he died or not, after so many days, no matter how slow the He family's reaction was, they should know and do something.

At the very least, let He Xiucheng go back to He's house and ask what's going on.

But in fact, these days are calm and scary: the sun still rises and sets every day, and the school bus that picks up the children in the villa area to and from school passes by the door every day except for rest days. The few old people who came out to walk their dogs every evening still smiled and lived according to their habits.

Everything was normal as usual, except for He Xiucheng, he never received a call from anyone in the He family.

He knew that with his elder brother He Luoyang being assassinated, the He family already knew everything.

The peace during this period of time does not mean that the He family can let him go for the sake of his deceased mother.

After all, He Luori is the pure direct descendant of the He family.

He Xiucheng - speaking of it, he's just a bastard.

Taking a step back, even for his mother's sake, the He family would not do anything to He Xiucheng, but what about Yin Jinhua?
After the He family knew Yin Jinhua's true identity, especially after she killed the most outstanding third generation of the He family (he still doesn't know that He Luoyang is still alive, after all, he saw He Luoyang die with his own eyes), What reason can let her go?
But the He family didn't move at all, as if they didn't know anything.

This abnormal calm made He Xiucheng feel anxious and irritable that the sky would collapse at any moment, and even longed for armed police officers and soldiers with live ammunition to appear suddenly and razed the villa to the ground without saying a word.

That way, he might feel a lot better in his heart.

These days, he has never had a good night's sleep, and he would always yell and turn over and sit up in the middle of the night, and then he would see Yin Jinhua sitting beside her with a loving face, holding a towel and wiping it for him. cold sweat.

He didn't reject Yin Jinhua's 'care', even though he felt that there were disgusting bugs crawling under that beautiful skin, he just needed someone to wipe his sweat for him, and then he would stare at the quilt in a daze , Recall what you saw in your dream.

These days, he sees his elder brother He Luori every night - He Luori has always been a serious person, people can tell that he is a soldier at a glance, but every time he looks at He Xiucheng, his eyes are full of care His look was the same in the dream.

Behind He Luoyang in the dream, there is a beautiful woman standing.

That was He Xiucheng's mother, although she was not as beautiful as Yin Jinhua, she was more dignified and delicate, a typical good wife and loving mother.

Mother didn't mean to blame him, but there was a deep sadness between her brows.

In the world, what mother would want to see her eldest son die tragically at the hands of her younger son?
No matter how far away, there is still a man standing.

It may be because the distance is too far, or because there is a faint mist, so He Xiucheng can't see his face clearly, but he knows that it is his father.

honorary father.

I really couldn't see the expression on my father's face, but I could only feel a sinister aura emanating from him.

The second son of the He family might treat He Xiucheng as his own for the sake of his dead comrades in arms, but he would never allow his own son to die at the hands of the wild species—even if he died, he would not allow it.

Farther away, there was another figure.

It can only be a figure, not even fat or thin, let alone his appearance.

But He Xiucheng felt that he was a man, and he could only be a man.

That person should be the man who seduced and raped his mother and killed his 'father', that is, He Xiucheng's biological father.

Like the most terrifying ghost, he walked quietly behind the second son of the He family step by step, and then suddenly raised his right hand—it was a hand covered with skin and bones, just like the ghost of the dead Yan Moji The claws, the fingernails on the five fingers, were as sharp as a knife, stabbing fiercely at the back of the He family's second child.

"Ah, watch your back!"

He Xiucheng yelled loudly and turned over from the kang.

With his yelling, all four people in front of him disappeared, only the glare of the lights, his panting like an old cow, and cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

Dreaming, dreaming again.

He Xiucheng closed his eyes, exhaled heavily, and lowered his head exhaustedly, letting the cold sweat flow.

"What, are you having nightmares again?"

A beautiful hand stretched out holding a clean towel, and gently wiped his forehead.

He Xiucheng didn't move, as if he was feeling Yin Jinhua mixed with mother's love and lover's tender care with his heart.

"Xiucheng, I've been with you all this time, just take a good rest, don't think about it, you've lost too much weight during this time."

Yin Jinhua whispered, picked up a piece of clothing, and put it on him.

He Xiucheng's shoulders trembled, and the clothes slipped off his shoulders.

Yin Jinhua didn't seem to notice it, and put it on him again.

A few nights ago, after Yin Jinhua comforted him gently, He Xiucheng would lie down and go back to sleep until he was awakened again by a nightmare he could not remember.

This time he didn't lie down, but slowly raised his head and looked at Yin Jinhua.

Compared with the previous few days, Yin Jinhua's mental state is very good, and the capital on the woman's chest seems to be bigger.

Seeing He Xiucheng's gaze on her chest, Yin Jinhua smiled, her shoulders sank and trembled, and the nightgown slipped off by itself, and her white porcelain upper body broke into his sight.

He Xiucheng raised his hand, grabbed something, and asked, "When will I die?"

(End of this chapter)