Back to the farmhouse: the hunter lady is beautiful and charming

Chapter 342 Snowman
When Shen Feiyan was putting on her clothes, she was still complaining that they were wrapped too tightly for her. She resisted with her husband for a while, and finally put them on at his insistence.

When you open the door, the biting cold wind blows in your face.

She regretted not wearing more!
She hurriedly turned around and put on the white sheepskin fur coat that the man asked her to wear just now, but she felt that it was too heavy and she refused to wear it.

Liu Xigui helped her fasten it.

Shen Feiyan looked down at herself.

"Do I walk out now like a snowman walking in the snow?"

Liu Xigui, "..."

Shen Feiyan had a sudden thought, "It seems that we didn't build a snowman this winter? There is so much snow in the yard, it would be too wasteful not to build a snowman."

"Let's build a snowman together!"

The corner of Liu Xigui's mouth twitched.

"Are you a child?"

Shen Feiyan frowned.

"Who said only children can make snowmen? Why are you so confused! Building a snowman with your loved one in winter, isn't it a good memory for the future?"

Liu Xigui, "..."

"Don't forget that you are pregnant."

Shen Feiyan's expression froze.

"Then you pile it up for me to see?"

Before Liu Xigui could speak, Shen Feiyan immediately vetoed it.

"never mind."

"Let's build a snowman together next winter."
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After Shen Feiyan had breakfast, she went back to her room and read the script by herself.

This book was written by "a scholar". Recently, this book writer called "a scholar" has become very popular in the circle of women. Many women will secretly buy his book to read, and even men will be caught by the words in the book. Stories attract.

This book is about the sadomasochistic love between the fox demon and the scholar.

Although she knew all the routines, it didn't prevent her from reading them with gusto. Compared with the previous few scripts, a scholar's brushwork was obviously more proficient.

The story is full of ups and downs and fascinating.

When seeing the ending, it can also give people some vigilance.

It is very different from most of the stories on the market that only know how to talk about love, and some rich girls who are prostituted by poor book business marry poor scholars.

Often when seeing those scripts, Shen Feiyan read them while making complaints.

The book of a scholar's words is comfortable to look at. The love in it is a two-way rush, not a unilateral contribution by the woman.

There is no Mr. Liao Zhai in this world. A scholar's writing style and type of writing are somewhat similar to Mr. Liaozhai's novels.

If the story wasn't completely different, Shen Feiyan would have wondered if there were other traversers in this world!
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In the evening, there were three more snowmen in the courtyard of the Liu residence.

After having dinner, Shen Feiyan took a walk in the yard as usual. When she saw the snowman next to the osmanthus tree, her eyes lit up immediately, and she walked towards the snowman.

He turned to look at the man beside him.

"You piled it up?"

Liu Xi hummed.

"Like it?"

Shen Feiyan didn't answer the question.

"Didn't you say that children only make snowmen? Why did you secretly build a snowman behind my back?"

"Could it be that you haven't grown up yet?"

Liu Xigui, "..."

Shen Feiyan stopped teasing him.

"like very much."

I grabbed his hand and looked at it to confirm that there was no frostbite, and I was relieved that it was still warm, but it was precisely this look that I found that there were many calluses on his hand.

The fingertips touched those rough calluses.

His hand shape is actually very good-looking, with clear bones, distinct phalanges, and long fingers. If you don’t look at the front of the palm, it is definitely the favorite of the hand control party.

Liu Xigui was also looking at his wife's hand.

The skin is delicate and white, the fingers are long and clear, and the fingertips and phalanxes have a hint of transparent red, which is in stark contrast to his rough wheat-colored hands.

At this time, the two had their own ideas in their hearts.

One is to feel sorry for her husband's past, and only doing rough work all year round will leave such a deep mark.

One is full of indescribable thoughts.

(End of this chapter)