Love is even colder than snow

His woman

Lu Yanshen's veins burst on the back of his hand. He continued to stay here. After all, he was redundant.

He took out a small bottle of ointment from his pocket. His fingertips trembled and wanted to give it to Jing Zhaozhao.

See Jing Zhaozhao still hiding behind Xiao Muye, guarding against him, just like guarding against Wolves.

He laughed at himself. After all, he did not stubbornly put the bottle of ointment into her hand, but into Xiao Muye's hand.

"Take good care of her."

Lu Yanshen didn't know how he said this.

After saying this, he lost all his strength for a moment.

It felt like he held his most precious baby in front of others. From then on, his baby could no longer be touched in the palm of others.

"Brother Lu, don't worry, my women and children, I Xiao Muye will take good care of them!"

Xiao Muye's temperament is cold, and he still has some unspeakable dignity, just like a cold jade with excellent temperament.

However, men in their early twenties, because they are too young, have a youthful frivolity. When they talk, they can hear the smell of demonstration.

Xiao Muye's women and children

Lu Yanshen laughed at himself. From small to large, he always felt that Zhaozhao was his.

After all, he wanted it.

Well, I always like to say it crisply. My brother is the most handsome and my brother is the best. Zhaozhao likes his brother best. The little girl who wants to be his brother's bride is, after all, someone else's bride.

Lu Yan turned around with deep red eyes. Those red eyes were full of desolation.

He can only, with this desolation, decadent away from his beloved girl.

Just now, Xiao Muye tightly grasped Jing Zhaozhao's small hand. When Lu Yan was deep, she still let him hold her, even though she felt uncomfortable.

Seeing Lu Yanshen's figure disappear at the corner of the alley, she quickly took her hand out of Xiao Muye's palm.

Xiao Muye stubbornly grabbed Zhaozhao's little hand, "Zhaozhao, you're pregnant with brother Lu's child, aren't you?"

"No..."

Jing Zhaozhao subconsciously wants to deny, but Xiao Muye's black eyes that seem to penetrate people's hearts stare at her. She can't say anything about her denial.

Seeing Jing Zhaozhao's appearance, Xiao Muye more and more affirmed the speculation in his heart.

He clenched Jing Zhaozhao's small hand, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and a warm and soothing smile burst out.

"Zhaozhao, don't worry, I will help you keep this secret. Zhaozhao, we grew up together when we were young. You should always believe what your brother Muye said? "

The sun fell on Xiao Muye. The youth in front of him seemed to be warmer than the sun.

Jing Zhaozhao naturally believes in Xiao Muye. She is sensitive when she is young. She always feels that there is something hidden in Xiao Mu's ambition. However, he always gives her the feeling of sunshine and warmth.

Therefore, even if there were places in his heart where the sun could not shine, she trusted this brother.

"Brother Muye, thank you for helping me keep this secret, and thank you for helping me out just now."

"Fool, Zhaozhao, I'm your brother Muye. Why are you so polite to me for such a small matter?"

Xiao Muye has been holding hands all the time. Jing Zhaozhao really feels uncomfortable. She broke his fingers a little bit. She was about to leave here. She heard his voice again, "Zhaozhao, leave Haicheng with me!"