Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

Pei Yifeng patted on the Tibetan mastiff's head with satisfaction, then stretched out his hands and directly screwed Pei Yishuang's ears: "dare Simi bite your fourth brother? Don't you want your little ears?"

"Who let you smash your sister!" Pei Yishuang's little face turned red and screamed, but he didn't forget to stare at Ximi: "traitor!"

"Oh, who taught these two words?" Pei Yifeng still wrung happily: "you little white eyed wolf! Spit out all the things I bought for you before!"

They were still fighting. Mo Wan took a look at Pei Yishuang's red ears. She was very distressed. When she was ready to stop, a pair of black leather shoes appeared next to the snowman. She was stunned and raised her head, but she saw Pei Yijing standing in front of her.

"Er." Mo Wan smiled reluctantly and said hello casually: "Hi, photographer Pei."

Pei Yijing looked at her faintly and said, "old four will master his strength. He won't hurt Shuanger."

"But Shuanger's ears are red." she looked worried, but red.

"He has sensitive skin and will turn red if he touches it."

"So it is." she suddenly realized, and then when she looked at his eyes that had been falling on her, she smiled exaggeratedly: "why didn't you see Miss Liu?"

Pei Yijing squatted down, holding two plums in his hand, gently pressed them on the small snowball as his eyes, and then said faintly, "go to the bathroom."

Then he took a small crimson round cover and pressed it on the small snowball.

Seeing her move, Mo Wan was shocked and ignored his words. He just stared at him and couldn't speak.

"What did you get there?" Mo Wan couldn't help asking.

Just now she thought for a long time, but she didn't think of how to decorate the snowman. Everything he was looking for was very suitable!

He just smiled faintly, then went under the fir tree and looked at the green branches.

With his eyes on the fir tree, her eyes blinked: "do you want to use the branches of the fir tree to make the snowman's arm?"

"Well." Pei Yijing said softly, and his arm extended towards the fir branch. There was some regret in his gentle words: "some are high."

After taking a deep breath, Mo jumped up high. As a result, not only did he not reach it, but his body shook unsteadily on the snow and almost fell to the ground again.

She took a breath, hurriedly stabilized herself, knocked her hand on her head, and whispered in some annoyance, "what a fool! He is so tall that he can't reach it. What can you do?"

Looking at her move, Pei Yijing smiled faintly and helplessly, and grabbed her arm with his big hand: "where can I beat myself?"

His fingers were obviously only warm, but Mo Wan felt that his hands were too hot, especially where his arms were caught. Her wrist moved. She wanted to take out her arms from his big hands: "photographer Pei. I won't fight, I won't fight myself, you first."

Pei Yijing ignored his words and asked faintly, "do you want to reach the branches?"

"Yes!" she answered instinctively.

The slender body squatted slightly, his big hand loosened her wrist, then slipped to her waist, and then gently lifted her up.

Her mind crashed in an instant. She was stunned in situ. The breath between her nose was gradually rapid, and her cheeks were hot.

Pei Yijing held her slender waist in his hands and put his face on her back. His voice was faint: "have you reached it?"

Hearing the speech, Mo Wan recovered from his stupor and looked down at Pei Yijing holding himself under the fir tree. A gust of wind blew, and the snowflakes on the tree fell on him and her. Aesthetically, she felt a little unreal.

A light smile rose on his warm face, and the white gas he breathed sprayed on her back: "do you need to be higher or lower?"

Pulling back his mind of running away and stunned, Mo tried to stretch his arm and said, "a little more upward."

She could clearly feel that the big hand falling on her waist was lifted up again, and her hand gradually touched the fir branch. She shouted, "OK, OK, that's enough!"

With a heavy fold of her hand, she only heard the sound of "pa -" and the fir branch was broken. But the strength brought by the shaking made the snowflakes fall straight. Some fell on her cheeks and some ran into her clothes, which made her shiver, but her cheeks were never happy.

When I looked down, I saw Pei Yijing's head covered with a layer of white snowflakes, but it didn't affect his beauty at all, but added charm.

But she couldn't help laughing: "ha ha. Photographer Pei, you look like an old man."

"Really?" Pei Yijing also laughed, looked up and joked, "isn't it good?"

Mo Wan's eyes blinked a few times in surprise, and then nodded heavily: "good-looking! Better than the snowman!"

Not far away, Liu Rusu, who was coming here, saw the extraordinary bright and beautiful scene in front of them, stopped his steps slightly, and stared at them deeply.

Pei Yishuang and Pei Yifeng, who had enough trouble on the other side, looked at them in surprise: "third brother, why is Snow White's stepmother sitting on your shoulder?"

My heart suddenly lost a beat. Mo Wan still looked at Pei Yijing with a smile: "photographer Pei, the snowman's arm has reached, please put me down."

"OK." Pei Yijing smiled and gently put her on the ground.

At this time, Liu Rusu came over and smiled like flowers: "Hello, Miss Mo, meet again."

Mo Wan quickly bent over: "Hello, Miss Liu."

"Has Miss Mo recovered from her cold?" Liu Rusu's face was still worried.

Mo Wan hurriedly replied that he had more favorable feelings for her: "thank you for your concern, Miss Liu. It's almost good."

"That's good." he smiled and turned around. Liu Rusu patted the snowflakes off Pei Yijing with a coquettish face: "he also said that Yifeng is like a child. Look at your snow."

Without words, Pei Yijing just smiled faintly, and his eyes fell on the back of Liu Rusu's slightly red hand. His eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and stretched out his hand to wrap her hand directly in it: "why is her hand so cold?"