He Xiaoyun froze, Wei Jianwei seemed unaware, and asked, "Is it unaccustomed if the child is not here?"

"...A little bit." The little fat man kept twittering. He felt noisy when he was in front of him. If he was not in front of him, he would find that he was too deserted. More importantly, without him, there would be no relationship between her and Wei Jianwei. What can be blocked.

"I thought you wouldn't let him go to sleep next door," Wei Jianwei said, his chin was just behind her neck, and his breath was sprayed into He Xiaoyun's shoulder when speaking, causing her to shrink her shoulders uncomfortably.

"He slips faster than the rabbit, how can I stop it."

Wei Jianwei seemed to smile, and said, "If you want, I will bring him back now."

He Xiaoyun was silent for a while, took a deep breath, turned around in his arms, and the two faced each other and looked up at him.

"Then...what do you think?"

Wei Jianwei curled his mouth and said, "It doesn't matter how I think, it depends on your thoughts."

He Xiaoyun was a bit hot on her face. Although the two didn't say it clearly, they actually understood what the other meant.

She pursed her lower lip and said, "I...I'm a little scared."

Wei Jianwei stretched out his hand and patted her back gently, and said with a low smile, "You don't want to, I can still eat you? Go to sleep, don't think about it."

He Xiaoyun opened her eyes slightly: "Aren't you unhappy?"

"I'm just this big in your heart?" Wei Jianwei asked rhetorically.

She smiled embarrassedly and buried her head in his arms. Although they are so close, it is strange that they are not nervous at all now.

There was a faint scent of saponaria on his body, and his body temperature was slightly higher than that of him. The whole figure was like a big refreshing heater, and He Xiaoyun rubbed it with satisfaction.

Wei Jianwei paused with his hand on her back before continuing to pat.

He Xiaoyun didn't notice it at all, and reached out to play with the button on his chest, "I heard that Xi Jin talked about it today, and I knew that those gloves were specially made by you. Why didn't you mention them before?"

"Why mention it?" he asked.

He Xiaoyun couldn't help being speechless, why did he mention it? Of course it is to ask for credit. He doesn't say, how do others know how much he has spent behind his back?

Of course, there is a difference between the gloves bought from the store and the gloves made by the tailor who have worked so hard to wear leather and go to find the tailor made by the tailor.

However, if he is this kind of person who will take credit, maybe it is not him.

In the afternoon, the three of Xu Lanxiang teased her. Although she was shy, she felt a little bit sweet in her heart.

She rubbed his arms again, only feeling that this embrace was warm, reliable, and reassuring.

Seeing her obediently in her arms, just like a cat, Wei Jianwei both enjoyed and distressed, secretly sighed helplessly, and said, "It's not early, go to sleep."

"Yeah." He Xiaoyun responded, but still holding his button in her hand, she touched his chest several times inadvertently, like a fluttering feather, stirring his heart.

Wei Jianwei endured and tolerated. Knowing that Liu Xiahui could not do well, he finally reached out and patted her hip, as if he was teaching a child who was not well-behaved, but also brought a bit of frivolousness, "Be obedient, go to bed."

He Xiaoyun was taken aback when he was photographed, and sent her body forward. She clung to him tightly, raised her head, and stared at him with shame and annoyance, "Why are you sleeping with you, why hit me? ?"

Seeing that she really didn't understand, Wei Jianwei sighed helplessly. In the dark, his voice was a little deeper than usual, "How can I sleep like this?"

At first, He Xiaoyun didn't understand it, but the two bodies were close together. She slowly realized something was holding herself, and very slowly realized what it was.

It’s not to blame her for being so dull. After all, although she had read a few small essays in her previous life, she hadn’t even pulled the small hands of the opposite sex. Just a pure white.

She froze again, and her face was scorching hot.

The light in the room has been extinguished, and the white snow outside the house sees a little light from the window, allowing Wei Jianwei to see her eyes. Because of their shyness, a thin layer of mist is already covered with mist. Ozy, I still want to talk.

He felt like a small stone entered the water, moved slightly, slowly lowered his head, and dropped the kiss on the slightly opened red lips.

The person under him squeezed his clothes tightly, their hands pressed against his chest, but they didn't have any strength at all, and they seemed to want to refuse.

Wei Jianwei didn't move any further, just looked at her expression. After a while, he understood her shy acquiescence, and then gently covered him.

1. The snow kept falling in the night. The next day, many people opened the windows and found that the snow on the ground was deeper than the previous few days.

There is a gust of cold wind outside, this kind of weather, going out has become a chore, if it can be warmly nestled in the quilt, it must be a beautiful thing.

When He Xiaoyun woke up, she felt her body warm and soft, and she didn’t even want to move her eyes. She didn’t even open her eyes. She just drilled deep into the bed and tried to keep lying on the bed until she hit a warm wall. Chaos's head creaked and turned, and all the memories of last night returned, and the soreness on his body reminded everything.

She paused in the bed, her face buried in it, motionless, if she just wanted a lazy bed just now, she became an ostrich who wanted to bury her.

Wei Jianwei woke up earlier than her, but didn't say anything, watching her squirming in the quilt like a silkworm, and watching her finally wake up, buried herself in it and refused to come out, with a smile in his eyes all the time.

After a while, worried that she would hold herself up, he said, "Wake up?"

He Xiaoyun didn't answer, she gave a dull hum after a long time.

Wei Jianwei patted on the bulging drum bag of the quilt, "Come out quickly, the air inside is not good."

"...No." She refused this time bluntly.

Wei Jianwei wanted to dig her out, but was afraid that she would become angry because of her thin skin. Finally, he said, "Then you lie down again and I will cook breakfast."

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on his clothes, briefly washed, and went to the kitchen.

He Xiaoyun secretly opened a corner of the quilt when he heard the sound of going out and looked out.

The door of the room was not closed, and the movement from the kitchen could be heard. Wei Jianwei was walking inside, and his figure flashed from time to time.

He Xiaoyun squirmed and got out of the bed, lying on the pillow, her face still facing the kitchen.

She looked at it for a while, not knowing what she was thinking, suddenly grunted, and covered her face with her hand.

Why did you agree in a muddle-headed manner?

Thinking of last night, her mind was still dizzy, and she forgot why she nodded.

The only certainty is that she was willing at that time, and now she does not regret it.

She spread her fingers in her hands covering her face, and she continued to look at the kitchen through her fingers.

Wei Jianwei boiled the porridge on the stove. When the porridge was almost cooked, he put in a few steamed buns to heat up. He didn't go into the room until he felt that He Xiaoyun should have been slowed down to eat.

He Xiaoyun was peeking at him, and she was caught upright without precaution. She was too deliberate to hide, so she could only hold on and watch him.

Wei Jianwei stretched out his hand to shave her pink face, the touch under his fingers was delicate and soft, he couldn't help lowering his head and kissed him before he said, "Get up?"

The language was so gentle that he was coaxing the child.

He Xiaoyun covered her face and rolled around in the quilt, feeling that her heart seemed to be floating in the clouds, and the surrounding clouds were warm and soft, flying around her whole body.

"Don't think about it," she said.

After she finished speaking, she was slightly taken aback, because the voice was soft and soft, and when she didn't realize it, she acted like a baby in front of her.

Wei Jianwei let her also bring hot water and a cup of toothpaste, asking her to wash on the bed of Qiqi.

He Xiaoyun felt embarrassed and wanted to get up, but he said, "I will rest today and I will cook at noon. It doesn't matter if I get up, just stay in bed Qiqi."

As he was talking, someone knocked on the door outside.

"Old Wei, Xiaoyun, are you up?"

Then there was another voice, "Mom, open the door, I'm back!"

It was Xu Lanxiang who took Wei Yuanhang outside.

He Xiaoyun glanced at the clock on the wall and made sure that it was not later than usual, and she was relieved.

In the past, Wei Yuanhang hadn't woken up yet. He was probably not used to sleeping at someone else's house yesterday, so he knocked on his parents' door early in the morning.

Wei Jianwei went to open the door.

"Dad!" Wei Yuanhang yelled and ran into the house to find his mother.

Xu Lanxiang smiled and said: "The child said he wanted his mother as soon as he woke up. I let him have breakfast at my place, but I refused."

She said as she walked into the house to see that He Xiaoyun was putting on clothes at the moment, but breakfast was already cooked in the kitchen. She knew clearly, and smiled and said to He Xiaoyun: "Old Wei is so considerate and even cooks food. All right?"

He Xiaoyun felt guilty and blushed when she said it, and she didn't have the strength to refute her.

Xu Lanxiang blinked and saw the hot water in the washbasin next to the bed. She had always known that Wei Jianwei was very good to He Xiaoyun, and she couldn't help but stunned her secretly: Is this too considerate? Is it possible that he is still going to bring Xiaoyun's meal to her by the bed?

As soon as Wei Yuanhang ran in, he was tired of He Xiaoyun's side: "Mom, Mom, I miss you so much, do you miss me?"

He Xiaoyun put on her jacket, sat on the bed of Qiqi and touched his head, and said, "Yes."

Wei Yuanhang turned around and asked his father, "Does Dad miss me?"

Wei Jianwei just came in with his breakfast and said yes, then stepped forward, wrapped He Xiaoyun tightly with a quilt, and wrung a hot towel for her.

"I really want to miss my father and mother, too." The child said.

Xu Lanxiang looked in her eyes and felt that He Xiaoyun might really miss her son, but Old Wei was just dealing with it. Whatever he wanted, without the big light bulb of Wei Yuanhang, he was uncertain how beautiful he would be.

She felt that she should leave here, and took Wei Yuanhang, the poor child, by the way, so as to save the two of them from sticking here and seeing blindly.