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It snowed again this night in Ning Yuan.

Snowflakes fall in various poses... longer and thicker than they had fallen the night before.

When the dawn of the morning fell into the bedroom again through the gap between the curtains, Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu both fell asleep deeply.

When You Ran woke up, the sun was getting brighter. It was supposed to be delayed to buy some equipment in the morning, and neither of them had the intention to get up.

The love of men and women in the beginning of Yunyu always likes to be greasy and crooked in the bed.

You bite me, I peck you, and of course something went wrong...

The quilt was covered, and the sturdy round bed made a slight noise. It should be considered as an expensive mattress to help. The second hand was ticking, not knowing whether it was keeping up with the rhythm or reminding them of the time.

………

I don't know how many revolutions the second hand made, but the room returned to calm after the hour hand reached 11 o'clock.

Zhang Xiaojian lay flat and wanted to take a cigarette and take a sip, but he quickly resisted the yearning for smoke after the incident, because although he would smoke from time to time, he never smoked in front of her after agreeing to Ye Mozhu. smoke.

Ye Mozhu was lying on his chest like a kitten. His face was red with red inside, and he looked motionless as if saying, I am already a wasteful dog...

Not long after, Ye Mozhu, who seemed to remember something, propped up his body, looked at Zhang Xiaojian almost face to face and asked, "Little sword..."

Zhang Xiaojian pecked her lips first, and then asked, "Huh?"

Ye Mozhu was not stunned by the kiss, but seriously asked, "I won't be pregnant, am I?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

It's strange to say that before last night, he really thought about whether to use security measures, but he didn't find the small box that was bound to exist in the room that should have everything, even more complete than the average hotel.

But the matter was over, Zhang Xiaojian looked close at hand, Ye Mozhu with a pretty face comparable to Huajiao naturally said: "Is it better to be pregnant?"

Ye Mozhu blinked his long eyelashes: "Where is it good?"

"When I am pregnant, I will go directly to your family to propose marriage."

"you sure?"

Zhang Xiaojian is sure that every man will have countless illusions about his future wife.

In these fantasies, there are external conditions, such as beauty, good figure and so on.

There are also some internal things, such as being able to cook, such as being virtuous, such as being sensible, such as being able to chat together, such as being able to have common interests and hobbies.

It's just that, in reality, there are very few such girls who fully fit all the previous fantasies of a man about his partner.

But Zhang Xiaojian felt that in all his previous imagination and preset conditions, Ye Mozhu fits perfectly. If the full score is 100, Zhang Xiaojian will score 200, and the other 100 is for the two of them in Ningyuan. Finally... the surprise points.

Marrying Ye Mozhu is an inevitable thing.

So Zhang Xiaojian felt that it was no big deal to cut first and then play. Of course he nodded, jokingly and said exaggeratedly: "Don't worry, no matter what difficulties and obstacles are in front of us, I will marry you."

Knowing that this was a foolish remark, Ye Mozhu still smiled sweetly, his eyes bent into crescents.

Then she raised the difficulties and obstacles she thought Zhang Xiaojian might face: "My grandpa is also a cook."

"Huh?" Zhang Xiaojian didn't understand what this sentence meant.

Ye Mozhu quickly gave him the answer: "My family has an ancestral boning knife."

The corner of Zhang Xiaojian's mouth twitched, and the look of Lao Ye carrying a huge boning knife fiercely appeared in his mind.

It’s just that his imagination is a bit too rich. In his mind, the knife in Lao Ye's hand is not like a boning knife, but like a huge dragon-slaying knife like "brother, come and chop me", and Lao Ye still wears it. Putting on the shiny golden armor, I just don’t know if he is wearing the legendary paralysis ring... I don’t know if Lao Ye is also doing the recycling of equipment...

This picture is really numb...

and so,

Ye Mozhu's eyes lit up when she heard the first half of the sentence, because she never heard Zhang Xiaojian's little love stories.

Who knows, Zhang Xiaojian's second sentence is: "Then I can only give up."

"What to give up~~~!!!"

"It's about marrying you."

"Zhang Xiaojian~~!" Ye Mozhu pursed his mouth.

Zhang Xiaojian pretended to be ignorant: "Well...what do you tell me to do."

Ye Mozhu pinched his face: "I just like how you look cheap~!"

Zhang Xiaojian: "..." The skin on his face was pulled up by Lao Gao, and he turned Ye Mozhu under him: "That's cheap again."

Ye Mozhu's pretty face blushed, and he actually put his little head on Zhang Xiaojian's shoulder, preventing him from seeing what he was like, and murmured, "Then you hurry up..."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

I thought in my head, should I exchange some'fruits of resilience'?

——————

From time to noon.

Everyone has received the WeChat sent by Zhang Xiaojian. Except for Wang Wan'er waiting to be picked up at home, Zhuo Fei and Liu Mei, who were already prepared, rushed to the hotel.

The four were seated and had a sumptuous lunch in the hotel restaurant.

Middle-aged women love to take care of them most, and they have sharp eyes. Even when watching a TV series, Liu Mei will carefully observe the face of an actress..

"Well, this nose is padded."

"Hyaluronic acid..."

"This face hasn't swelled yet."

So, naturally, Liu Mei compared the Ye Mozhu he saw two days ago with the current Ye Mozhu and came to a surprising conclusion.

Ye Mozhu's skin was at least 10% softer than before.

Don’t underestimate this ten%, because she was originally young and well maintained. The skin was originally white and red and almost baby, but now it’s ten% softer and can be radiant. describe.

It's just that she and Ye Mozhu are not that close, so naturally it's not easy to forcefully ask something when there is no topic.

Until the meal was over, everyone sat in Gao Qingsong, who had prepared it in advance. When the five-person car was taken to pick up Wang Wan’s child in a spacious cross-country car, Zhang Xiaojian and Zhuo Fei sat in the front row, and she and Ye Mozhu sat in the back. After chatting and talking about cosmetics, she finally found a chance.

"Mo Zhu, what brand of cosmetics are you using, or do you have any secrets? Sister looks at your skin and envy you."

Listening to Liu Mei's question, Ye Mozhu didn't know if he had stayed with Zhang Xiaojian for a long time recently, and he could not avoid learning from it, "Sword card."

After Liu Mei heard these two words, she quickly filtered the cosmetics brands she already knew well in her mind. In the end, she did not find these two words in cosmetics brands, but in...

"Wrigley? Isn't that a brand of toilet and bathroom?"

Ye Mozhu smiled, Liu Mei, who was also the old driver, glanced at Zhang Xiaojian in the inverted mirror who was looking straight ahead, and then understood what she looked back at Ye Mozhu, and suddenly felt that she had found a friend.

So I praised it very much: "Mo Zhu, you have good driving skills!"

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