Jiang Rou pinched her little pinch and smiled with satisfaction.

When he looked up and saw the streamers on Li Yuyan's head, he asked suspiciously, "Why doesn't my sister comb her beautiful hair in a bun?" Look at my aunt, I can't wait for a golden hairpin on her head."

Li Yuyan smiled: "I came out in a hurry, and I didn't bring a comb."

These words just entered the ears of Jiang Xuan, who came out to find his daughter.

He paused, turned and went back to his room.

Jiang Yu snorted and stroked the many hairpins on her head, all of which were very valuable, and she hoped that Aligo could see them when she wore them like this.

Let Aligo know that she Jiang Yu has the ability and financial resources to make him a nourishing son-in-law.

After playing with Jiang Rou for a while, Li Yuyan returned to the room.

Afternoon.

Li Yuyan was about to go looking for Ye Yiheng, but this person didn't see anyone at lunch, and he didn't know where he went.

As soon as she left the room and was about to close the door, Jiang Xuan called out to her, "Arabic girl."

She turned and pointed to herself, "Looking for me?"

"A few days ago, you helped treat Xiao Rou'er's arm, and the abdominal pain of so many people on the boat yesterday was also cured by the girl, Jiang Mou can't thank you, and I hope to accept this thin gift!"

As he spoke, he placed a wooden box in her hand.

Li Yuyan excused himself: "It's all a gesture, not enough to worry about!"

Jiang Xuan smiled, "You first see what's in the box."

The box was light and small, and it probably couldn't hold too many things, so in a suspicious moment, Li Yuyan opened the box.

The eye-catcher is to comb the horns.

Jiang Xuan smiled again: "It's not a valuable thing, please accept it!"

It was exactly what she needed, Li Yuyan bowed slightly: "Thank you! I will pay you as much silver."

Jiang Xuan hurriedly waved his hand: "It's all a thank you, how can I accept your money?"

Dropping a sentence, Jiang Xuan hurriedly left, for fear that she would not accept it.

Li Yuyan's hand holding the box tightened, opened the door, put the box on the table, and went to rummage through the baggage for money, thinking that he must not accept other people's combs in vain.

If Jiang Xuan didn't accept the money, she would ask Xiao Rou'er to help send the money.

At this moment, Ye Yiheng returned.

He saw a delicate box on the table, opened it and looked at it, and saw a comb.

Suddenly, the wooden comb he had spent half a day carving was compared.

Ye Yiheng's hand holding the wooden comb behind his back tightened, and he used the dagger to carve the wound left by the wooden comb, piercing the wooden teeth, and suddenly, blood dripped to the ground.

Li Yuyan took the broken silver, turned his head and saw him staring at the box on the table, and quickly explained, "This is a ...... sent by Jiang Xuan."

Before she could finish her sentence, he interrupted, "You just took it?"

"I've passed the absence."

The expression on Ye Yiheng's face instantly turned cold: "But you still accept it."

Li Yuyan showed him the broken silver in his palm: "I really shirked it, and then I thought that I needed a comb, so I thought about buying it with money."

Seeing the silver, Ye Yiheng's face softened, but he still asked in a deep voice, "Do you know what it means for a man to give a woman a comb?"

Li Yuyan shook his head blankly: "I don't know what it means?"

She really didn't know what it meant for a man to give a woman a comb, and no one had told her about it in the past few years.

Looking at the frost on his face, although she couldn't accurately guess the meaning of the man giving the woman a comb, she probably guessed that it was related to the friendship between men and women......

Then he hurriedly said, "If I buy it, it can't be regarded as a gift from him."

As she spoke, she reached for his sleeve, and as soon as she pulled it, she saw his hand behind his back.

Bai Ru Lengyu's hand was holding a wooden comb, and the wounds on his fingertips were pressing against the tips of his wooden teeth, and blood was dripping down the floor.

"You're hurt!" She grabbed his hand, "This comb hurts, doesn't it?"

There was undisguised distress in his eyes, and he was a head taller than her, and she lowered her head to speak, and he didn't see the look in her eyes at all

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Ye Yiheng said indifferently: "I make a wooden comb, how can I compare to other people's croissant combs?"

"Sit down, I'll help you bandage your wounds." As she spoke, she went through the medical box, and when she turned around, she saw that he was still clubbing, and she was anxious, "You don't sit down quickly, how much blood has flowed on your hands!"

The man remained in place, motionless.

Fleeing outside, he can't even compare to a man who runs a boat. The pride of being the crown prince began to crumble.

Li Yuyan saw that he didn't sit down, nor did he force it, so he grabbed his hand.

Only then did I find that his palms and fingers were all horizontal and vertical, all of them were knife cuts, some of them had already bled out, and some of them would collapse immediately when they touched them, and the tails of her eyes immediately turned red.

Containing her emotions, she carefully helped him disinfect the wound and then bandaged it with medicine.

But he couldn't help it, and a crystal teardrop splashed on the back of his hand.

His hands were cold, her tears were hot, and this scorching heat made Ye Yiheng come back to her senses suddenly.

He looked at the girl in front of him, saw that her eyes were red, and there were a few tears on her face, and muttered, "You feel sorry for me?"

Li Yuyan sniffed: "I didn't, I just felt uncomfortable when I saw such a good-looking hand hurt like this."

Ye Yiheng hugged the person into his arms: "Yan Yan, I have wronged you!"

After a pause, he said again, "Let's buy the croissant comb, and I'll go give Jiang Xuan silver."

Embraced by him like this, as far as she could see, was the corner of the table, and there were two combs on the corner, one was smooth and beautiful, and the other was simple and simple.

But she likes this rustic one from the bottom of her heart.

She shook her head, "No!"

He let go of the person slightly and gently squeezed her shoulder, "But I made it rough, and the croissant comb should be very good."

Li Yuyan wiped away the tears on his face, put away the box on the table and ran out.

On the deck, she saw Jiang Xuan.

Jiang Xuan thought that she would definitely come to find her, and maybe she would come to him with a beautiful bun, but she didn't expect that what she saw at this moment was still Fang Cai's simple hairstyle, and she was pinching his box in her hand.

"Arabic girl, what are you?"

Li Yuyan handed the wooden box to him: "I can't accept your comb, I wanted to buy it with money, but my brother made a wooden comb for me, so I will pay you back."

"The newly made wooden combs are probably not very smooth and will deft the hair. This croissant comb is warmer, and you can keep it."

Jiang Xuan took a step back and didn't pick up the wooden box.

Li Yuyan shook his head: "My brother said that there is a meaning for a man to give a woman a comb, although I don't know what it means, but I must not accept your comb!"

With that, she stepped forward and slipped the box into his hand, then turned and ran away.

She made it very clear that she wanted him to understand that the relationship between them was only between the owner and the passengers.

As for the implications, she didn't want to know at all.

Jiang Xuan's hand holding the wooden box suddenly tightened, and the muscles and bones on the back of his hand were distinct.

Don't they all say that gifts should be given to their liking, why can't he even give a comb?

Not far away, Ye Yiheng looked at this scene, and then looked at his left hand, which was almost completely bandaged, and a smile curled up at the corner of his lips.