His Sweet Embrace

Jinyue stood up straight. She only felt her waist hurt badly, and her coat was unknowingly wet.

Jinyue looked at the snow in the courtyard, frowned and thought deeply.

Then she had an idea and quickly put the snow shovel towards the villa.

The man standing on the second floor looked at Jinyue's move, and the gloomy Junyan became relaxed

In the main hall, Fu Miaomiao is discussing something with Xing Sen. Xing Sen took the lead in noticing Jinyue, and his sight fell on her. Fu Miaomiao saw Jinyue along Xing Sen's sight.

"Little aunt!" Fu Miaomiao immediately shouted Jinyue, stepped forward and grabbed her cold hand, "aunt, don't be stubborn any more. Hurry to apologize to my uncle, okay?"

Jinyue smiled at Fu Miaomiao and said, "Miaomiao, I want you to do me a favor."

"What's up?" Fu Miaomiao asked puzzled.

"I want industrial salt, the more the better."

"Industrial salt?" Fu Miaomiao wondered, "why do you want industrial salt? You can't cook, little aunt. Are you confused? "

"Miss Su, leave it to me." Xing Sen volunteered.

Jinyue pointed to the direction upstairs and asked carefully, "is it really OK?"

She doesn't want Xing Sen to be embarrassed. After all, Xing Sen works for Fu zhanting. Wouldn't it be against Fu zhanting if she helped her? If Fu zhanting knows this, Xing Sen will definitely have a hard time. Jinyue doesn't want to implicate him. She asks Fu Miaomiao for help because she is Fu zhanting's niece. Fu zhanting won't do anything to Fu Miaomiao no matter how angry he is. At most, she scolds him.

Xing Sen understood Jin Yue's meaning, "if you send industrial salt in the name of Miss Su's friend, Fu Shao won't know that I'm secretly helping."

"Then please Xing tezhu." Jinyue looks at Xing Sen with gratitude.

Fu Miaomiao was even more confused, "little aunt, what do you want this industrial salt for?"

"You'll know later." Jinyue patted Fu Miaomiao's hand, then left the villa and re entered the courtyard.

About a quarter of an hour later, dozens of bags of industrial salt were transported into the courtyard, and the workers removed the industrial salt from the car.

"Thank you." Jinyue thanked the porter, then looked at the dozens of bags of industrial salt, opened them one by one, and then began to sprinkle salt on the snow.

Upstairs, a man waited for more than 20 minutes, but he still didn't wait for Jinyue to appear. He got up angrily and walked to the French window. He saw the woman in a white coat in the courtyard, with her red frozen hands pouring salt into the snow. His handsome face became more and more terrible.

Then he picked up his cell phone and dialed Xing Sen's phone, "get up."

Soon, Xing Sen entered the study upstairs.

"What is she doing?"

Before Xing Sen could speak, Fu zhanting asked him coldly.

"Miss Su is sprinkling salt and salinizing snow with industrial salt, so there is no need to shovel snow. Only Miss Su can think of this idea." Xing Sen truthfully told Fu zhanting.

He half narrowed his dangerous eyes and looked at Xing Sen coldly, "help her, have a sense of achievement?"

Stunned, Xing Sen quickly lowered his head and explained, "this is the industrial salt sent by Miss Su's friend."

"Which of her friends can deliver dozens of bags of industrial salt in a quarter of an hour?" Fu zhanting's rhetorical question left Xing Sen completely speechless.

Xing Sen knows that it's impossible to hide it from Fu zhanting.

He pursed his lower lip and said again, "please don't punish me, but when Miss Su shovels snow in such a cold day, her hands are red with cold. If it goes on like this, her body can't eat it. Moreover, this method was devised by Miss Su. I just helped get industrial salt."

"Get out!" Fu zhanting's thin lips opened slightly and said these three words angrily.

"Yes." Xing Sen nodded, turned and quickly left the study.

When Xing Sen left, he got up from his seat in anger, and the figure of Wei An stood in front of the French window

It's not surprising that she can think of this way to melt the snow. It's very much like her style. After all, her head is not used as a decoration, but

His vision was fixed on Jinyue's body. The eyes emitting the dark and vicious light were half narrowed, and his low and gloomy voice sounded in such a big study: "it's so difficult for you to bow to me?"

In the courtyard, the cold wind roared, accompanied by snowflakes beating on her white cheeks. Her little face was red with cold. She couldn't stand the cold. She rubbed her red hands and took a breath of heat.

"It's done." She looked at the industrial salt spread on the snow with satisfaction, waiting for the snow to melt bit by bit.

"Hey, look at Miss Su. What is she doing?" Several servants stood in a small corner not far away and watched Jinyue's move all the way, "why does she sprinkle salt in the snow?"

"That is to say, where did she get so much salt?"

"How nice it is to keep these salt for cooking. Isn't it a waste to sprinkle it in the snow?"

"You're an idiot! This is industrial salt, not table salt. How can it be used for cooking? "

"Where are you guys doing? It's still working time! " Housekeeper Fu's voice sounded not far away.

After hearing his voice, the servants quickly stood away and shouted in one voice: "housekeeper Fu."

"What are you looking at here?"

"Miss Su made a lot of industrial salt and sprinkled it in the snow. I don't know what she's doing? We're just curious. " The servant said truthfully.

Housekeeper Fu looked at Jinyue standing in the snow and explained: "industrial salt has low freezing point, permeability and moisture absorption. It can melt the snow. What are you still looking at here? Get back to work! "

Hearing this explanation from housekeeper Fu, the servants suddenly realized that they nodded frequently and left in all directions.

When the servants left, housekeeper Fu looked at Jinyue and looked at the position of the upstairs study. When he saw the figure of Wei'an standing in front of and behind the French window, he quickly took back his sight.

"It seems that Miss Su really walked into Fu Shao's heart... Fu Shao deliberately embarrassed Miss Su and asked her to bow her head. Miss Su not only didn't bow her head, but also came up with this method. Ha ha, she is worthy of the future Mrs. Fu."

Housekeeper Fu can be said to have watched Fu zhanting grow up. Although Fu zhanting's temper and temperament are difficult to understand, he knows more or less over the years. Looking at Jinyue, he couldn't help laughing. One thing fell to one thing. It seems that this statement is also applicable to people.

Until the evening, the snow in the courtyard had almost melted. Jinyue put away the bag containing industrial salt and walked towards the warehouse.