Chapter 428

The next morning, when Fenglan woke up, she saw a ball of meatballs in front of her eyes moving forward.

“？？？”

She gets up doubtfully and sees Jiang Che's buttocks facing them, crawling slowly towards the end of the bed.

Before the wind haze had time to react, a slender white hand stretched out to lift his trouser waist and carried him back.

Jiang Anzhi half yawned lazily and asked the little thing in his hand, "what do you want to do?"

"Ah Jiang Che awkwardly looked left and right. Seeing that both Mr. Jiang and Ms. Xiaofeng were awake, he could not help feeling guilty: "you got up so early."

Feng LAN first looked at her mobile phone at 5:30, which was very early indeed.

Jiang Xiaoye came out of the bed early in the morning, wriggling to the end of the bed, and the cold wind poured into the bed. It was hard for them not to wake up.

"Go to bed!" Jiang Anzhi tucked the meat ball into the quilt and tightly controlled him.

"Oh, no, I'm not sleepy." Jiang Che struggled hard.

He wanted to see the snow number in the camera. Did he take a picture of the snow number in the middle of the night.

Jiang Anzhi sighed helplessly, still suppressing him.

But Jiang Xiaoye is determined to go to see the snow number. Jiang Anzhi has to get up and put on Jiang Che's coat. The father and son go to the camera to see the snow number.

Once upon a time, Jiang Anzhi was an old man who would never get up before noon, and Jiang Che was just a cute man who would wait for him to get up and play with him, and would never make trouble without reason.

Now, the elder is no longer the elder. Mengmeng becomes the younger. For the first time, I thank the younger for not abusing her, but abusing him.

Fenglan ChuChu is smiling silently on the bed.

Anyway, she woke up and didn't want to sleep any more. She suggested, "let's go to see the sunrise."

It's still dark after five o'clock. It must be beautiful to wait for the warm sun to illuminate the ice and snow world.

Father and son both brightened their eyes, so early in the morning, before dawn, Jiangjia 001 went out to the scenic spot.

Behind the ice sculpture hall is a hill, where there is a road, battery cars can go straight up the road, and you can get to the viewing platform in a short time.

The viewing platform is quiet. There are only three members of their family. They don't get out of the car. They just sit in the car and watch the white fish belly in the East. When the sun comes out of the horizon, the red and warm light instantly turns the mother and son's faces red.

Jiang Anzhi took out his mobile phone and took a silhouette of his mother and son watching the sunrise.

A big one and a small one are sitting in the car, the same model is lying on the safety fence, looking forward to the red sun.

Jiang Anzhi looks at the photos in his mobile phone, opens a microblog and sends a news.

Jiang'an: high winter sunshine

With the picture is the red sky, a large and a small sitting in the sightseeing bus to see the silhouette of the sunrise.

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At that time, he secretly watched Jiang Anzhi's greenhouse. The master just woke up from his sleep. The first thing he opened his eyes was about the alarm clock. Then he narrowed his dry eyes and opened his microblog to browse the world's major events.

As a result, the microblog, which has always been used to pop up ads, pops up today: Jiang Anzhi, who you secretly follow, has sent a message. Go and watch it.

Eh? Jiang An Zhi?

The master in the greenhouse was stunned for a moment. He immediately went in and saw a beautiful silhouette.

And that gentle back and cute, a look to know who.

Look at the inscription of Jiang Anzhi again, Gaogao winter sunshine.

Cao, isn't this Bai Juyi's "freedom"? Can he translate such a cold poem?

And how dare you give him dog food early in the morning!

Wang Bingbing was angry, and his backhand was a compliment. When he lost his mobile phone, he was crying under the quilt.

Freedom by Bai Juyi

High winter sun, bright and warm, really lovely, move the couch to sit in the sun, embrace Qiu still untie.

The slave beat my foot, the slave scratched my back. Asking myself who I am, Hu Ran is alone and peaceful.

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