Young Master Lu's Warm Wedding and His Lovely New Bride

"Xue Wei, you didn't be with Mr.?" Duan Na's tone is full of doubts.

After all, those who have come out of the Snowwei and Mussen, no matter how it looks like a couple.

"Well." Yan Xuewei should have a faint.

"Mr. Mu didn't show you? We ... we feel that you are quite matching ..." Qi Qi finished, she saw Yan Xuewei's pair of cold expressions, she suddenly felt that she said wrong.

"that……"

Polarless?

A strange word.

Yan Xuewei has no excessive expression, she only said, "Don't you think I am also equipped with Huo North?"

"this……"

One time, Qi Qi and Duan Na look at each other, they did not understand the meaning of Yan Xuewei.

"Xue Wei you ..."

It's hard to say that the snow is like a class. She is just a worship woman in the middle of the rich?

**

Duan Na and Qi Qi have left the homes of Yan Xuewei with doubts.

After entering the elevator, Duan Na and Qi Qi are a serious look.

Finally, Duan Na opened the mouth, "Xue Wei will not really ..."

"It's impossible! I also listened to my brother. I didn't feel that kind of thing as Xue Wei."

"But ... she is in Uncle, I said Musica. She still ignored him, now ..."

"Duan Na, in love and being love, which one do you choose?"

"I ..." Duan Na thought of Makino.

She chooses love, so she is hurt to brush.

Suddenly, she was envious of Yan Xuewei.

Because she has chosen the person who is loved, only her wounded, I can't hurt her half a minute.

Love is always like this, a person doesn't love, then another one is doubled.

**

The next day, at 6 o'clock in the morning, Mosh God came to Yan Xuewei's home.

At this time, Yan Xuewei wearing home, she is hot in the kitchen.

Msshi wearing a dark brown wool coat, with a gray plaid scarf on the neck, holding a fur glove.

Yan Xuewei came out in the kitchen. The two of them paused, Yan Xuewei said, "You take a look, we have breakfast again."

"good."

Mussen God plans to solve breakfast on the road in the road, and did not expect her so early, and prepared breakfast.

Msshi god off the jacket, he wore a dark sweater, with a wool vest, when he came to the kitchen, Yan Xuewei is cutting the bread.

She is wearing a white lace home service, and she has a pink apron. Her long hair has been restored to black, wearing a milk white headband on his head, so she looks particularly gentle man.

Mosh God had seen many times in the dream, and Yan Xuewei did not die. She has been with him. They got married and made families. After he was busy, he could feel the warmth of home.

However, this dream is too luxurious to him.

Nowadays, Yan Xuewei once again standing in front of him, for a while, the eyes of Msshi wet.

The kind of happiness that has been repeated once again and again hit him.

He used to be, never cherished. It turns out that the life of Yan Xuewei is trivial, so that he will give him.

When Yan Xuewei bowed, there was a hair slipped down.

Msshi god suddenly came over, when Yan Xuewei just had to look up, his fingers stuck her long hair.

Yan Xuewei's consciousness took a step back, and Msshi's big hand took directly on her waist.

They are two people, and the scorpions of Yan Xuewei, such as water is generally clear and transparent. At this time, she is like a frightened little deer, in the face of his sudden approach, she can't help but shrink behind.

She is afraid of him.

Once this is aware, Mosh God's heart is not compromised.

She once, always likes sweet and greasy snuggling, looking up with his head.

Nowadays, although she is not so strong, he can feel it, she didn't really accept him. She didn't be indifferent to let him leave, just because she is polite.

At this moment, Yan Xuewei was slightly flustered to his hand, she retreated two steps, her face brought a little passion.

"You go to the restaurant and wait, bread cut, you can eat."

Yan Xuewei took his eyes and didn't look at him.

Suddenly, there is an alienation between them.

He is too anxious.

Muschen did not dare to have another intimate move. He tangled with a bit of faint smile, "you cut the bread."

Yan Xuewei could not help but look to the bread, bread because it was baked, fat, and the cut bread was also thick and short, and the window window was not the same.

The words of Msshi god, made Yan Xuewei's expression also relaxed.

He also, "I baked?"

"Um."

Mussen got a self-taking a piece and biting a bit.

He nodded at him, "Very fragrant, delicious, better than selling that kind of taste outside."

"Hey? How is your person so urgently, there is jam."

Yan Xuewei came over, she began to put the bread on the pendulum, and she took the jam on the side. "You can get some jam, the taste will be better."

However, Mosh God has done the slices of the slices directly, "This is delicious."

After finishing, his tray in the hands of Yan Xuewei directly out of the kitchen.

Yan Xuewei looked at the jam in his hand. In fact, she did a bread and hard. Every time she took jam, she could barely eat.

For the roast bread, she seems to have never learned, always master the bad taste and the fire.

But she is obsessed with this.

Because the process of roast bread will make her forget all troubles and pain.

They are sitting on the dining table of the restaurant face to face.

As a master, Yan Xuewei took a piece of bread, wipe the jam, she handed to the front of Mussen, "Give, Into the jam, will be delicious."

Mudd's gods took a slices in her hands, biting a big mouth directly, and after taste the sweet taste of jam, he finished the bread.

Looking at the sophisticatedness of the wolf to swallow the temper, the snow, I couldn't help but laugh, she bowed his lips, picking up a bread, and the small mouth is eating.

Just ate a small mouth, she raised her brow, and the bread of this is full of flourishing, some suffering. Looking at Msshi, he took a piece of bread again, nor is it more than the jam, so that the big mouth is eaten, it seems to be the same as what is delicious.

"I won't cook, bread for a long time, but always get rose." Yan Xuewei said.

Music's hand has a sudden action, "I will do it."

"Well?" Yan Xuewei didn't listen to the meaning of his words.

Mudd's gods got a cup and drunk her milk in a breath.

"I haven't eaten it so much for a long time, this feels quite fresh." Msshi said again.

"When do you usually have breakfast?"

"I haven't had breakfast for a long time." Musi said calmly, he picked up a baker's big mouth.

In those days of his sick, his brain is very confusing, you can't make a clear day and night, and you will not take the initiative. When he was serious, he had a nutrient solution.

Later, his illness was fine, but his daily life is also awkward. Breakfast, there is no concept in his brain.

"Why don't you eat breakfast?" Yan Xuewei parked the movement of the hand, she looked to Msshi.

Mussen smiled, and he didn't care, "" Work is too busy, often staying up late, life is irregular. "

"Oh."

Yan Xuewei is eating a bread.

"Right, I have already taken you the two students, and we are directly engaged in the mountains."

"good."

A meal, eat extra harmony.

Music God is a good appetite, let Yan Xuewei have seen the mood and feel comfortable.

The house hasn't come to a man for a long time, and suddenly there is a very much man, this is still good.

After eating, Yan Xuewei returned to the house to change clothes, Mushizhen cleaned up the table.

Not Xiao for a while, Yan Xuewei packed up.

She has a simple makeup, with a shallow red, long-haired microcontrol, and a pair of transparent glasses.

I wore a white french lace bottoming shirt, I wore a light blue slim panty jeans, the coat was a black wool, she also took a black and white scarf.

Yan Xuewei, this makeup, the pure and gentleness of the neighboring girl, at this time, she just saw her appearance when she saw her, and it feels completely different.

Mussen gods see the eyes, "cough ..." He coughed and hiding his own embarrassment.

"Can you go?" Yan Xuewei asked.

"Can."

When I came to the door, Yan Xuewei took out a pair of high-tube black boots, she bent, Muz, Muz, who had gripped her arm.

Yan Xuewei looked at him, I saw Mustic God did not change color.

"..."

"Do you understand this?"

During the speech, Yan Xuewei has been replaced with boots.

He doesn't understand, but in order to find a topic, he doesn't understand it.

Must goddened the heart of Yan Xuewei.

Yan Xuewei was inexplicable by him, she couldn't help but she, "What?"

"This pair of boots are really leg long, you see your legs, thin and long, really good."

"..."

"Mr. Mu, have you told you that you are a bit awkward."

"No, I am very vigorously, you are the first." Music said seriously.

It was really defeated by him, clearly knowing that he is deliberately looking for a topic, but inexplicably thinks he is very interesting.

Yan Xuewei smiled, "Mr. Mu, we should start. Ski equipment, are you bringing?"

"Well, in the mountain, we can ski."

"good."

"Three and a half hours away, you can take a break in the car, we can get at 10 o'clock."

They entered the elevator after one before.

"Um."

Yan Xuewei worn the scarf on the neck, and Msshi got behind her, he looked at her quietly.

She also wore a scarf on her head, she was so fascinated.

For so many years, how much is he missed?