Rebirth of cute little foodie wife

But the problem is... Qiao Wanxi turned around and looked inside the house. It was obviously inappropriate to invite him in. After all, she lived here alone tonight. But it seems impolite to keep Jing Hanfeng's friends out“ Do you feel cold? " The man seemed to be guessing Qiao Wan Xi's mind, pointing to his coat which had been covered with snow“ I can lend you my coat. "“ No Qiao Wanxi waved her hand in a hurry“ The old people said that the snow is not cold. In fact, it's not very cold tonight. Besides, I wear a lot of clothes. "“ Oh, all right That person light tone, how many still can hear a little lost. But Qiao Wan Xi didn't understand what he lost. In this way, one stood in the vast snow, one stood under the eaves, chatting all over the place for about an hour. Until Qiao Wan Xi was too tired to hold on and yawned. The talent said apologetically: "sorry, I often stand outside like this. I'm used to it, but I forget that you are a girl. Are you tired? Go back and have a rest. It's a remote place, and the rich are the majority. So it's easy to recruit thieves. Remember to lock the doors and windows before you sleep. " Qiao Wanxi didn't know what he thought. With a smile, he blurted out: "with such a person as you patrolling around, where can a thief dare to come in?" Listen to Qiao Wan Xi this words, that person slightly Zheng for a while, seem to want to understand what a very important thing. He was relieved to smile for a while. He was really relieved, not laughing at himself as before“ You are right to say that Qiao Wan Xi is a little annoyed that he can't say such words. He really treats others as a security guard. So he had to nod and smile awkwardly and went back into the room. When she closed the door, she couldn't help looking at the man standing in the snow. He is like a pine tree, watching the world silently. The door, closed with a soft sound, and dropped the lock. Everything returns to silence. That night, Qiao Wanxi didn't sleep very well, because she always dreamed of her mother and that she had become four years old. Sitting in my father's arms, my mother fed her rice porridge. She has a kind of illusion suddenly, am I reborn again? Before the age of four? If so, can I keep my mother and not let her die? However, no matter how beautiful the dream is, there will be a time to wake up. Qiao Wanxi opened her eyes, rushed to the window, opened the curtain, and looked at the still deep night outside, and the heavy snow all over the sky. After all, it's just a dream. After all, she was not four years old. After all, she couldn't keep her mother. Just not far away, it seems to be able to see a figure, moving slowly, leaving a series of footprints on the snow. Qiao Wan looked down and closed the curtain. There are so many sorrows and grievances in this world that even those closest to each other can't feel them, let alone others. All you can do is live your own life. Since I haven't been here since my birthday, the kitchen and refrigerator are empty. Qiao Wanxi calculates that the company doesn't go to work until the eighth day of junior high school, while Jing Hanfeng is going to pay New Year's greetings to some elders. It's estimated that it will take at least two days. And she plans to, wait for Jing Hanfeng empty down, she and he together, to Uncle new year.