Today, the staff of the Jiayuan Club was mobilized to clean up Black Sunday, so the business was suspended. At this time, the people in Jiayuan had not dispersed, and everyone who saw Si Yizhen bowed and shouted, "Nine young!"

Si Yichen had no time to pay attention to them and went straight towards the gate.

Once out of the gate of Jiayuan, the biting cold wind blew on his body, his cheeks were scratched and his ears were instantly cold. He never felt the cold, and felt the coldness of the bones. In the bones, all the breath in the nasal cavity was suffocating coldness.

The weather ... it's so cold!

He looked at people not far away, how thin and thin, how to withstand such cold weather.

Thinking of it this way, his pace was even greater, seemingly unrestrained movement, but full of eager, unbuttoned ingot blue windbreaker, as if carrying wind, frost, rain and snow, and flew with his steps.

The Wen Xinya girl who was bouncing and heating stopped her movements, her thin and thin back was straight, and the beautiful back lines of the scorching spine were tightened at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

She didn't turn back, but just stood slowly straight, but her frosty ears listened intently, and the wind he carried when he came towards her, and the slight, heavy, stepping on his feet, but eager Extreme pace.

She was in the room by Gu Junlin Suo, but was thinking of Si Yizheng, and she regained some self-learning skills when she mixed streets, pried out Gu's window, climbed out of the room through the window, and climbed high. The wall left Gu's house.

Knowing that police had intervened before, she dared to run to Black Week and Jiayuan in such a blatant manner. She is not like the Gu family because she is afraid of being involved because of these forces.

I asked Gu Junlin for help because the Gu family had a relationship in this area, and she could more easily hear more news.

She went to Black Sunday first. Black Sunday was tightly guarded. Looking at those people's calm faces, she felt keenly that the overall situation had begun to settle. Jiayuan Club became the final winner. From tomorrow, black Sunday will probably become history.

Even if she stayed on Black Sunday, it was useless, so she came to Jiayuan again. If Si Yizhen was really in Jiayuan, she would definitely see her.

As a result, she really guessed well.

In fact, she believed in him. Even if he was ambiguous with Black Sunday and had an unpredictable relationship with the Jiayuan Club, he would become the final winner in the face of such a cleansing of forces.

But Si Yichen's world is completely unknown to her. In her eyes, she is full of unknown and dangerous. People are afraid because of the unknown, so the four words of concern and chaos interfere with her judgment all the time. With her thinking, she made a big mess, lost her calmness, and made a behavior that felt even stupid!

Wait for the rabbit!

It's ridiculous.

But she was so happy!

Even if she is stupid, she can feel willing to do such a stupid thing even if Si Yizhen is dangerous and unknowing, as if such behavior can dilute her anxiety and anxiety.

At this moment, when he heard the sound of his footsteps, step by step, like a wind and rain, but still walking calmly, her heart gave birth to a joy.

Si Yizhang strode behind her, took off her trench coat, and draped her from behind her shoulders, instantly hugging her whole body.

His wideness set off her thinness and thinness, and a large trench coat wrapped her tightly, long legs, and the familiar warmth surrounded her all, she felt a sense of peace and joy inside.

"Is it still cold?" Si Yizhen put her whole body into her arms, and gently rubbed her horns and ears with her cheeks. Her ears were frozen red and purple, and it was extremely cold to the touch The cold sensation spread along his cheeks to the whole body, and he felt that the blood in the whole body was almost frozen.

"Not cold! It's warm." His temperature was so real, so his heart was warm.

As soon as her words fell, her nose was itchy, and she could not help but sneeze.

Si Yizhen turned her body over, because of the sneezing relationship, the water vapor in her red eyes seemed to be a beautiful ruby, crystal clear and magnificent, emitting a beautiful and pure light.

Wen Xinya reached out and rubbed the tip of his nose, sucked his nose and said, "It's so uncomfortable to have an itchy nose!"

Si Yizhen suddenly embraced the Wen Xinya sideways, strode toward the gate of Jiayuan Club, walking with love and blame while walking: "It's so cold, why don't you run outside without more clothes? Frozen What should I do if I'm broken and sick? "

Nuan Ya put her head on his shoulder and whispered, "I forgot when I came out!"

She wore the same clothes she had when they were together with Zhou Tianyu when they were together. When she returned to Wen's house, she thought that Si Yizhen had forgotten to add clothes. After going to the house, she left her hat and scarf at the house.

Si Yizheng held her strength a little more and held it a little harder, but she was still so light that she couldn't compare with her weight in his mind: "I'll be fine!"

"I know!" Yeah! She knew what kind of man Si Yizhen was, wouldn't she know that she was the one who cleaned the heart of the world! Even if the background of Black Sunday is mysterious and unpredictable, even if he is in the turbulent state of E, known as the [King of War], he will be able to retreat from his body, and will he be defeated in the hands of Black Sunday.

She also learned today that it is difficult to distinguish between one's reason and feelings, and she ... just above the line of reason and feeling.

"I know ..." He didn't continue to say anything, but he sighed heavily. He still underestimated the woman he liked. She was not only clever and tough, but also soft. He felt that his vision was like this for the first time. it is good.

A warm and gentle slap on his chest, his voice soft and soft, with a coquettish taste: "It's all you, it hurts me, my nose is so uncomfortable, you have to take care of me."

"Good!" Si Yizhen answered in a low voice, his voice was low and hoarse, with deep emotions that he didn't even notice.

Wen Xinya continued: "I'm hard to wait. I don't like injections, so you have to feed me medicine. I don't like the heating to be turned on too much at night and I like to sleep with the window open. I like kicking the quilt. You If you want to cover me, and I'm sick, I like sweet porridge. You must not be impatient. "

"Okay, I'll boil it for you." Si Yizhen's voice was extremely soft.

Warm and Yadu said with a small mouth: "It's not ordinary sugar porridge. It's made from glutinous rice and indica rice. You need to boil until every grain of rice has bloomed, and the aroma is soft and sticky. The red bean paste is used as a topping. Add some sweet-scented osmanthus honey on top to make it sweeter. "

It is very time-consuming and laborious to cook sugar porridge.

She had long since forgotten when she had eaten sugar porridge, but she always remembered that sugar porridge was the only sweet taste of her last life.