Sprinkle sugar

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Half an hour later.

Bai Qi was straightened and sat upright on the sofa. On the coffee table in front of him was a cup of hot milk cereal.

Let's look at the rest of the family...

Wen Liang was on vacation today. After breakfast, he lay on the lazy sofa beside the floor-to-ceiling window and knitting sweaters...

Wen Rang had a few bites and went to play the violin for a while. After a while, he changed it to a suona, which made Bai Qi's forehead hurt.

In such noise, he shook his head and carved his ancient poems. This is his hobby and also to prevent Alzheimer's disease.

Meng Fanlu was lying on a massage chair, and the manicurist who made an appointment was doing hand care for her. She was holding an iPad and choosing the style she wanted to make while waiting.

As for Wen Su, she slumped on the other side of the sofa like a salted fish. She said "ah" and the smart little robot next to her would raise the robotic arm and feed her a piece of potato chips...

Bai Qi:…!!

This family is so depraved!

While thinking this, he drank all the milk and cereals in one go.

...It's quite delicious.

After eating and drinking, people get sleepy. Bai Qi couldn't help but lean back, but his body shook!

This soft sofa!

This supportive pillow!

It's so comfortable!

"Brother, do you want a blanket?" Wen Su asked.

Bai Qi yelled: "Do you think your brother, I, a man who will sleep on the sofa?"

In less than two minutes, Bai Qi fell asleep on the sofa and started to snore.

Wen Su was not surprised, so he covered him with a blanket.

I was so sleepy when I was right and wrong. I was so tired that I was so tired that I got up too early and didn’t go to bed.

When I turned around, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the scenery outside the window.

It's snowing.

Wen Rang immediately stopped playing the suona: "Sister, have a snow fight and a snow fight!"

"The snow is too thin, so I have to wait."

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Wen Su saw a familiar figure through the vast white snow.

Is it an illusion?

...No, it's really Fu Chi.

She stepped on her slippers and ran out.

Wen Rang was puzzled: "Didn't you say you'll wait a moment? What's the hurry?"

-

At the gate.

Before Fu Chi's doorbell was pressed, Wen Su had already come over to open the door for him.

"Why are you here?"

Fu Chi saw that she was wearing only a sweater and frowned slightly: "Why are you wearing so little?"

Wen Su would not admit that he was in a hurry to come out and opened the door, and said stubbornly: "I'm not cold... Ah snee!"

Fu Chi laughed and took off his coat and put it on her: "Uncle asked me to help him find a few books. I'll collect them all and send them to him along the way."

"What kind of book do you do and don't let me find it for him? Who is my dad looking down on..."

"Several ancient books, no resources online." Fu Chi handed the book to Wen Su, "Then do you give it to my uncle for help?"

Wen Su: "Okay." She walked forward a few steps, stopped again, and said with awkwardly, "Hey, why haven't you followed?"

"Um?"

"I've come here, have breakfast."

A certain master Fu said innocently: "I've had breakfast."

In the heavy snow, Fu Chi wore a black turtleneck sweater, making her complexion look particularly cold and white, as if she was integrated with the heavy snow.

Really, a very good-looking man.

Wen Si's heart was thumping, but his mouth was very arrogant: "Then you can have lunch."

Fu Chi stared at her, her eyes were gentle, and she smiled at the corner of her mouth: "But, I'm afraid that I hate me..."

Wen Si grabbed the corner of her clothes, looked down at the ground, looked up at the snow, but didn't look at Fu Chi.

"Cough cough..." The man's low cough sounded into his ears.

Wen Si couldn't hold back any longer and whispered: "I don't hate you..."

“Never.”
Chapter completed!