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He lived at the foot of the mountain and looked at her. A pair of deep eyes hid how much warm love.

She turned around

Bo Yunsheng locked the door lock, checked the window and tightened the curtain.

He just looked out through the window. His car had been submerged by the snow.

This heavy snow is endless and can't stop for a while and a half.

He sat down and took off his boots stained with snow.

Ye Qiang Mei held her arm and saw that his socks were wet and his trouser legs were wet.

It seems that he should have walked in the snow for a long time.

"The car broke down on the road?" She asked.

"Well, it's hard to walk for a while. I pushed the car for a while..."

She reached for his wet suit and coat and hung it up with a hanger.

A moment later, she took a basin out of the bathroom, opened the big iron pot on the stove, poured out most of the basin of hot water and put it at his feet.

"Bubble feet! It can relieve fatigue and warm up... "

"Can't the bathroom work?" He also expected to take a hot bath here.

"No, it's broken... It broke when I came here. I can't produce hot water! The water heater should be broken. I called after-sales, but no one is willing to repair it in this bad weather. "

Bo Yunsheng looks around. The house is very large, spacious and thick walls

But it is relatively simple. The only advantage is that it is relatively warm.

The fire in the fireplace reddened their faces.

He took off his wet socks and a basin just put down his big feet.

The warm water gradually warmed him up.

"Are you hungry?"

She asked, and then felt that it was more than enough.

He rushed here from the early morning. There was no hotel all the way. He must have not entered the rice. Maybe he didn't even have to drink hot water.

"OK, not hungry..." he didn't want to trouble her.

It's hard and painful to see her living here alone.

"Wait a minute..."

She turned and walked into the kitchen. In fact, she cleaned up and picked up

About ten minutes later, she took out a bowl of steaming noodles in her hands.

At this time, he had soaked his feet. The slippers she handed over were small and he couldn't wear them at all.

Socks are also her socks. He can't wear them. He can only be embarrassed barefoot.

Fortunately, there was a wooden floor, which was baked hot and not cold.

He opened his chair and sat on the log colored European table.

This bowl should be a big soup bowl for soup... The soup is very rich. You can see stewed potatoes and beef pieces in it, and then noodles are boiled in it.

It's very simple. You can't even see scallions and vegetables.

He stared at the bowl of noodles in a daze.

"I'm sorry, it's rather remote here. That's all I can do to entertain you. My craft is not good. You can make do with some food. It's warm when you're full. The potatoes and beef are left over from my dinner. Won't you dislike them? "

She sat opposite him, holding her chin in one hand, thinking that the rich president should not be used to these things.

Bo Yunsheng took a deep breath. "Do you usually eat these?"

"Yes, how else is it called thinking? However, it's not Anya's fault. It's all my fault. I did something wrong myself! "