After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

The next day, before dawn, Xia Qianqian got up and packed up, preparing to leave Maoshi Town. I'm going to transport china clay home today, so nervous.

I hope that today the Song family will not come to make trouble with Yaozi, and let her transport the china clay away smoothly.

Passing by Gu Changsheng's room, Xia Qianqian hesitated and knocked gently on the door: "Gu Changsheng, I am going back to my hometown. Have you left?"

After waiting for a while, no one answered and no lights were on. Xia Qianqian felt a little lost inexplicably, tightly tightly dressed and quietly went downstairs.

It's so cold, and if she wants to sleep late, let him continue to sleep!

Unexpectedly, on the first floor, Xia Qianqian saw Gu Changsheng unexpectedly. He and Qingtong have packed up and are waiting for her!

"Miss Xia, you are up." Qingtong smiled flatteringly on his face, "Miss Xia, breakfast is ready, are you eating here? Or on the road in the car?"

"Are you going back too?" Xia Qianqian asked.

"Of course, our young master is here to meet Miss Xia specially." Qingtong said, carefully glanced at Gu Changsheng's face.

Gu Changsheng was very calm, acquiescing to the fact that he was here to pick up Xia Qianqian.

Xia Qianqian was very moved, and it was really too much for Gu Yanjing to be able to have him shelter in another world. She looked outside the inn. The coachman hired yesterday had already reinstalled the china clay in the car and was waiting for the departure. Xia Qianqian said, "Thank you, let me eat on the road, hurry up and get on the road."

"it is good."

The young boy put the packed breakfast into the carriage, and then helped Gu Changsheng get into the carriage.

There was still a cart of fine china clay parked at the inn, and Xia Qianqian confessed that the coachman would follow the cart.

Two carriages dangling out of the street, came to the town to wait. After waiting, Gu Changsheng opened breakfast, and it turned out to be a bowl of hot dumplings: "Eat first, it will be cold later."

"Okay." Xia Qianqian waited while eating, thinking of her boldness last night, her little face turned red uncontrollably, "Gu Changsheng, your drinking is too bad, so drink less in the future."

"Okay." Gu Changsheng nodded, leaning lazily on the side holding the stove, not mentioning anything about last night.

Unknowingly, it was dawn, but the china clay agreed upon was not delivered on time. Xia Qianqian waited distraughtly, got out of the carriage and stood on the carriage and looked back.

The snow was vast and the cold wind was whistling, but there was no carriage.

"Is it really intercepted by the Song family?" Xia Qianqian rubbed his hands uncomfortably. I'm already planning for the worst: If the china clay can't be shipped out, can all the money for the truck and land be refunded to her?

"Wait, there will always be news." Gu Changsheng said calmly.

"The news is good or bad, can I not worry about it?" Xia Qianqian jumped out of the carriage and walked anxiously on the snow.

The driver of the porcelain clay said: "Should I turn back and have a look?"

"Okay, you unload the car and drive back to see." Xia Qianqian agreed.

The coachman drove back to investigate the situation. Gu Changsheng got out of the car and said, "You get in the car and wait. It's so cold outside."

"No, I can't sit still." Xia Qianqian shook his head, stubbornly waiting in the snow. The wind was too cold, so she pulled up the hood and put it on, curling her neck, showing only her small face as big as a palm.

Gu Changsheng sat in the car and looked at her, feeling complicated. He knew she was strong, but he was still very sad seeing her suffering from the cold and suffering. I really want to admit my identity right away and take her back to take good care of...