Happy Lady: The black-bellied man is quick to admit it

Chapter 162 What is Your Heart (2)

White snow fell one after another, and the ground was covered with snow. The winter in Los Angeles this year seemed to be three points colder than before.

Rong Xin held the hand stove in her arms, looked at the heavy snow, and couldn't help but sighed faintly.

In the past, I was restrained and couldn't go out, but now I finally got some freedom, but I couldn't go out because of the heavy snow. I really feel tired and panic when I think about it.

"Ai——" It's a pity that Luo Hui can only keep Luo Hui in his study with the new book from Uncle Liu's place.

"Sister, you have sighed more than 500 times, are you tired?" The little fat boy was wrapped up like a small cotton ball, and he was nestling on the warm kang at the moment, eating snacks while Seeing Rong Xin sighing resentfully at the door.

Rong Xinqian heard the words, without turning her head, still looking in the direction of the door, sighed: "I have nothing to say to a person like you who knows how to eat all day long!"

"Sister, are you despising me?" The little fat boy put down the pastry he just picked up, wiped his mouth, and slowly got off the kang, ran to Rong Xinqian, hugged her leg, and raised his hand. Picking up her head, she said, "Sister, the snow in the yard is so thick, why not build a snowman and have a snowball fight together!"

"..."

Rong Xin shrank her neck slightly, thanking her for not being sensitive.

It's so cold, she doesn't want to catch snow and play!
The most important thing is that you absolutely can't play with the little fat boy. If you go, you can only deliberately throw water and admit defeat. Why ask for trouble?
But the little fat boy seemed to suddenly become interested, and took Rong Xinqian's hand and was about to run out of the house.

Although the little fat boy had little strength, Rong Xinqian was not at all defensive, so she was dragged out of the room in a daze.

The biting cold wind hit her face, and Rong Xinqian felt as if a sharp knife had been cut across her body, it was really a bone-piercing pain.

"Ah-"

Rong Xinqian was only wearing a jacket that was not considered thick, and when the cold wind blew, she immediately felt a boundless chill, and she couldn't help sneezing.

Coincidentally, at this moment, Mrs. Lin stepped into the courtyard on the back of the wind and snow. When she saw this, she immediately sank her face, scolded Rong Xinqian, and then ordered Rong Xinqian to go back to the house, and then ordered Jianqiu to cook ginger soup in the kitchen. .

Seeing Rong Xinqian nestled on the hot kang as soon as she entered the room, wrapped in a quilt, showing a pitiful appearance, Lin felt a tight pain in her forehead.

"Aniang——" Rong Xinqian felt that she was so innocent, and couldn't help but want to stare at the culprit, but found that the little fat boy had already buried her head inwards half of her body under the quilt, revealing only a small fat round butt|butt.

The corner of her mouth trembled, Rong Xin moved her eyes away, she could only blink her eyes and put on a pitiful look to win Lin's sympathy, "Don't worry, Auntie, I just went out, just for a while, nothing will happen !"

"It's not a child anymore, but he loves to play around like this." Lin couldn't help but be harsh.

For this, Rong Xinqian could only cry out in her heart that she was wronged, and she would not confess to the little fat boy.

"Aniang, I'm in good health, don't be afraid!"

"We'll talk about it after drinking the ginger soup."

"..."

But this night, Rong Xinqian, who drank ginger soup, still developed a high fever.

Although Mrs. Lin spoke harshly, she was extremely worried in her heart, and stayed by the bed in undressed clothes to take care of her. Rong Wenyan also braved the night's wind and snow and ran out to invite the doctor back.

After tossing like this for most of the night, it was only when the cock crowed that Rong Xinqian's fever slowly subsided.

Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Mrs. Lin carefully tucked up the corner of the quilt, walked out of the house lightly, told the night watchman Lonicera a few words, and then went back to rest, yawning profusely.

The darkness before dawn was especially gloomy. Lonicera leaned against the stove and was drowsy, unaware that a figure flashed into the inner room.

　Digression: Sure enough, I still love the meme quq of running into the boudoir at night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)