Xie Yan'er still can't help loving her brother Hao.

Even if he was no longer as good to her as he was five years ago, she was reluctant to let him tired and put him in a bad mood.

Just now, she was also impulsive and couldn't help making noise.

Looking at him now, he calmed down.

And he just so low tone, let her have a kind of still be spoiled by him in the heart of the feeling.

Xie Yan'er doesn't know if this feeling is her self deception, but she does calm down and plans to be obedient.

Xia Junzi Hao looked at Xie Yan'er, really obedient, then slowly let go of her arm.

"Still eating?"

Xie Yan son Zheng Leng next, didn't expect two people to calm down, he said the first sentence is this.

Xie Yan'er shook her head. "I'm not hungry. I've just had enough."

"Well, you've been tired all day. I'll ask aunt Lin to prepare the guest room for you, and you'll have an early rest."

After explaining, Xia junjunjunhao turned around and took a few steps. He seemed to think of something. After a step, he explained, "blow dry your hair before going to bed. I'll ask aunt Lin to give you the hair dryer."

Xie Yan'er listens to him quietly, wants to reply a few words very much, but looks at Xia Junzi Hao's tired figure, hesitates, and keeps silent.

Xia Junzi Hao doesn't know how many floors to go. Xie Yan'er follows aunt Lin to the guest room on the second floor.

The room is very comfortable to the sun, and there is a French window. You can see the snowflakes floating outside. It's very beautiful.

But Xie Yan'er didn't appreciate it. She was in a low mood.

Once, I wanted to grow up quickly. When I was an adult, I could come to a country to find her brother Hao.

She used to describe many beautiful scenes in her mind when she was young, and also wanted to know what brother Hao was like when he grew up.

But everything is different from what she imagined.

No wonder it is said that people will have trouble when they grow up.

Xie Yan'er looks at the hair dryer on the bedside table and takes it up to blow her hair. After blowing, she can't sleep while sitting.

He picked up the paper and pen in his schoolbag and recited a poem, "young people don't know what it's like to be sad. They fall in love with each other. He fell in love with the story and was worried about the new words in Fu.

? Now I know what it's like to be sad, but I still want to say it. If you want to say it's still off, it's a good autumn

After writing, Xie Yan'er can't help but think carefully about Xia junjunjunhao's words. Her psychology is sour and she can't help crying.

She's not really vulnerable.

But Xia junjunjunhao carries a lot of dreams and fantasies of her maiden.

But once came to reality, Xia Junzi Hao broke these ideas, let her not accept.

Just now, she made herself strong and didn't show her fragile mood.

But there was no one in the room, and she began to cry.

In fact, it's her first time to come here. The palace and the rooms are very comfortable and beautiful, but her heart is very cold.

There's no sense of belonging here.

Until she cried enough, Xie Yan'er fell asleep in bed.

After Xia junjunjunhao finished his official business in his study, he came out and saw aunt Lin coming out of the guest room on the second floor. He asked softly, "is she asleep?"

"Well, I fell asleep, my hair was blown dry, and the quilt was not covered. I just covered the quilt for her, but the girl seems to have cried."

Xia Junzi Hao noticed that Aunt Lin had a bag in her hand, which contained a lot of paper towels, all of which had been used. It was obviously used by someone to wipe tears.