Grandpa said he wasn't tempted

Chapter 123 The Dowry Prepared in Advance
The photo was held up in front of his eyes, He Jin squinted his eyes, saw the young Min Xianning on it, and the sea of ​​flowers behind him, he just felt that luck was tricking people.

It turned out that his entanglement with her began ten years ago.

Is this the established fate of the two, or was someone's advance arrangement?
He Jin turned the photo over, and in the corner, wrote a line of small pencil characters, juanjuanxiuxiu, with a faded old feeling, traveling through time.

He Jin laughed, lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, then raised his head, he met Min Xianning's gaze.

There is a clear warmth in the smile.

He pinched the photo and asked her: "Do you know what this is?"

Min Xianning tilted his head, a little puzzled: This is still a question, the answer is obvious.

"Isn't this the photo you are looking for?"

He Jin shook his head: "No."

what is that?
Could it be that the photo is wrong?
Even Fang Shuo and Meng Tingtao scratched their heads, expressing their incomprehension.

Min Xianning walked over, took the photo from He Jin, turned it over, and looked behind.

There was a line of writing, she remembered, but the time was too long, or because she had been looking at the photos when she was a child, she didn't take the words seriously.

Being pulled out suddenly by He Jin and asking questions inexplicably, Min Xianning was also puzzled.

After taking the photo, she glanced at the paper, and she saw the few words in her eyes, and then followed, her heart quickly swayed——

She read softly silently: "I would like to give this to my daughter and the people she loves."

He Jin said leisurely: "This photo is Jiang Yan's dowry for you."

It is specially used for marrying into the He family.

……

It's already night, so Min Xianning definitely won't be able to go back to the dormitory this late.

So, she lived directly in Euro Apartment tonight.

Meng Tingtao and Fang Shuo looked at each other very closely, and after sitting down for a while, they hurriedly left.

Min Xianning went to the bathroom to take a shower, and walked out wearing He Jin's sweatpants and short sleeves. The trouser legs were too long and rolled up around his ankles, giving him a sense of joy.

It wasn't the first time to stay in He Jin's apartment, nor was it the first time to lie on the same bed with He Jin, Min Xianning actually didn't have any grievances in his heart.

Unlike the previous few times, he was always afraid of He Jin eating people, so he was on all guard against him.

Tonight, she dried her hair, put on some men's face cream, and immediately threw the quilt onto the bed and rolled into He Jin's arms.

"Still watching."

It's about that photo.

This night, He Jin never let go of his grip, and he was more serious than Min Xianning.

He changed the photo to his left hand, freeing up his right hand, and wrapped Min Xianning in his arms.

With long arms around her, he pointed to the little figure in the corner of the photo.

"At that time, Jiang Yan knew that the He family was planting poppies... She even dared to take you to steal flowers. Do you know the consequences of being caught?"

Min Xianning smiled: "Caught... probably, my mother is going to marry your father."

He Jin can't laugh or cry.

Of course, he did not deny that it was very possible.

If Jiang Yan was really caught by the He family at that time, it is estimated that He Zonghao couldn't bear to silence their mother and daughter, so he could only get her into his hands.

As for, after that, whether he respects or pampers Jiang Yan, anyway, he finally has an excuse to take the wife by force. Although the direction of this plot is bloody, it seems to be quite...romantic.

But He Jin didn't like it very much, "Are you going to be my sister?" Thinking about that scene, He Zonghao's identity changed from the future father-in-law to Min Xianning's stepfather, and the relationship was further improved. He would let himself easily get started with Min Xianning?

Brother and sister messing around?

"Forget it, it's still like this, it's good."

Of course Min Xianning didn't know what absurd thoughts were going on in He Jin's mind.

She leaned on He Jin's chest and reached out to take the photo.

She has seen the scenery and people in it countless times, and she has long been disinterested. When she turned to the back of the photo, she gently rubbed it with her fingertips. That line——I would like to give it to my daughter and her beloved people.

He Jin was right in saying that this photo was indeed Jiang Yan's dowry for her.

Maternal love is like a shadow, and it has been delayed for ten years, just for one day, Min Xianning will really join the He family, and he is not afraid of relying on others.

With this photo, Min Xianning can hand over the photo to win the favor of the He family and be a good young mistress; if he retreats, he can pinch the Achilles heel of the He family and not be afraid to tear himself apart with the He family.

In this way, the advance and retreat are entirely under the control of Min Xianning.

This kind of wisdom, this kind of planning, all came from a person who had been dead for ten years. At that time, they were all conquered by Jiang Yan at once.

The name of the fortune teller is worthy of the name.

Meng Tingtao and Fang Shuo leaned over, looked at the words on the photo, and then at the silent Min Xianning, with respectful expressions as if seeing a bodhisattva appearing.

The two of them walked away, still muttering: "This fortune teller really deserves its reputation. It's been so many years since he passed away, and he still has ghosts... No, I mean, he can predict things like a god!"

"It's awesome, it's awesome! If Great God Jiang is still alive, Linnan will take her last name today! I don't know if I will pay homage to her old man's spirit seat now, will it appear?"

……

In the bedroom, the lights were dim.

The two people who hugged each other slowly slid off the pillow.

He Jin pressed his lips to the back of Min Xianning's ear, adding his body weight little by little, caressing her delicate ankles with his hairy legs, squinting his eyes to savor the soft fragrance carefully.

Other than that, his hands are quite honest, not mess|touch|chaos|move.He just hugged Min Xianning's waist.

Min Xianning was strangled by iron arms and legs, and he was a little suffocated.

Glancing at her watch, she had to go to class tomorrow, and she also knew that He Jin should be quite tired after a busy day.

She said, "Why don't you sleep."

He Jin didn't bother her, he let out a "hmm" and raised his hand at the same time, wanting to turn off the bedside lamp.

However, a photo that was stuffed by Min Xianning before the big palm touched the button, blocked the tiger's mouth.

He held the flexible photo paper and raised his eyebrows to look at her.

Min Xianning: "Burn it first before going to sleep."

He Jin froze.

"Are you sure I can burn it?"

Burning the criminal evidence is of course the safest for the He family, but it is Min Xianning's treasure after all, if it is burned, if you want to see it again someday, it will be gone.

So, he always wanted to burn but didn't dare to say it.

Min Xianning smiled: "Isn't this my dowry? I entered the husband's house, but it's up to the husband's house to decide."

Min Xianning, who is usually very serious and serious, has moments when Young Master He can't bear it once he gets up.

Hers is also his.

What a touching sentence.

Growing up in the nest of wealth and wealth, He Jin has everything, but he didn't realize until today that he sometimes covets other people's things.

That other person is Min Xianning.

……

Once Min Xianning's consent was obtained to burn the photos, it would be very simple to do.

He Jin went to the living room to get a lighter and a glass ashtray, the flames licked a corner of the photo, gradually engulfing the entire picture, a wisp of black smoke floated out, He Jin let go, and threw the rest into the ashtray.

Then the two faced each other, reflecting the firelight, watching the photo turn into a ball of black powder.

(End of this chapter)