This green plum is going to counterattack

Chapter 1285 Love in the Snow 1
Fu Shi could only nod his head.

Fu Shi sent Su Luoluo down the mountain, and Su Luoluo warned like a little adult: "Uncle, remember to send brother Liu Ying to the hospital, I'm afraid... I'm afraid he's actually injured..."

Fu Shi respectfully replied: "I will, Miss Su."

Su Luoluo thought of the scratches on Gong Liuying's body, and felt guilty.

After Gong Liuying didn't see Su Luoluo's back, she got up slowly. As expected, the back of his head hit a sharp stone, which was already broken and bleeding...

Gong Liuying stretched out his hand to touch it, and there was blood on his hand, he smiled and said, "I don't even remember how many years I haven't bled..."

Gong Liuying went to the hospital alone.

By the way, he called Fu Shi and asked him to deal with Su Luoluo being bullied by his classmates.

Gong Liuying didn't go to college and went home directly.

The maid brought the coffee.

Sitting on the lawn in the back garden, Gong Liuying took out his mobile phone and opened Moments. He saw the photo of Luo Xiaosheng in the snow, like a beautiful elf in the snow, with a pure and sweet smile on his face.

His slender and beautiful fingers gently caressed the photo, and hooked his lips: "Three years, three years away, or..." His smile was slightly bitter: "I can't forget you..."

He was going to reply, but he didn't know what to reply...

He suddenly saw Gong Jiuche reply below: My daughter-in-law is so beautiful, it's all because of me.

There was a soreness in my heart.

China, castle.

China is different from the Silver Wing Country. The Silver Wing Country has already started school, which belongs to autumn, while China is still on winter vacation, which belongs to winter.

Snowing.

The north wind howled, and snowflakes like goose feathers fluttered down one after another, weaving into a sky curtain of snow, covering the ground layer after layer, shining cold silver light, but white and beautiful.

The whole castle is covered with a layer of white, holy and dreamy.

Luo Xiaojiang was wearing a padded jacket and a hat, and reached out her hand to catch the crystal snowflakes. The snowflakes fell on the palm of her hand, icy cold, and slowly melted.

She stepped on snowflakes, like stepping on a white blanket.

Luo Xiaojiang was in a happy mood. She felt that the snow was so beautiful. She ran to the middle, not afraid of the cold, and looked up at the crystal snowflakes in the sky, dancing like light jade butterflies.

Gong Jiuche was leaning on the white jade pillar in the corridor, holding two mobile phones in his hands, one belonging to Luo Xiaochan and the other his own. He was in charge of taking pictures, looking at Luo Xiaochan's back with his dark eyes, and snapped another photo. With a smile on her lips, she is as beautiful as Xue.

Luo Xiaochan picked up a branch and wrote on a piece of pure white snow: Luo Xiaochan loves Gong Jiuche.

She said with satisfaction: "Gong Jiuche, is my writing beautiful?"

"Snowing?"

Gong Zhuo rushed out suddenly, joyfully: "Wow, is it so big? It's so beautiful..." Like a woman, he spread his hands and spun around.

The paws directly trampled on the words.

Teng Zhou and Gong Bingyi also ran out afterward.

Luo Xiaojiang frowned: "Gong Zhuo!"

Gong Zhuo asked: "What's wrong?"

Luo Xiaojiang became anxious: "You trampled all the words I wrote... You're mad at me."

Gong Zhuo scratched his head: "Written words?" He followed Luo Xiaochan's line of sight to look down, and said embarrassedly: "I didn't see it, I'm sorry..."

He picked up Luo Xiaojiang's branch: "I'll write it back for you."

He gently pushed Gong Bingyi: "You two go over there."

Gong Bingyi and Master Zhou had no choice but to get out of the way.

Gong Zhuo practiced martial arts on the ground, and wrote a few words crookedly. He first wrote the names of himself and Teng Zhou, and their names were called a big one, and the names of Luo Xiaojiang and Gong Jiuche were called One is small, and it's ugly.

He took out his mobile phone: "I'll take a picture."

Gong Bingyi took a step forward: "I still have to write mine."

Gong Bingyi thought for a while, and wrote a little Gong Bingyi next to Teng Zhou, and Gong Bingyi asked: "Why is my name so small? Why is Master Zhou's so big?" Gong Bingyi said: "Who made me his husband?"

(End of this chapter)