Chapter 41

Wang Shu's little body warmed up and looked curiously at the man who picked her up: "eh?"

Her eyes are big and round, like watery grapes, full of ignorant look.

On the way, she had been sleeping. After living here, she only saw seventeen when she woke up. She had no idea about the man who suddenly appeared.

But my mother said, don't talk to strangers, don't let strangers hug.

She wants to listen to her mother.

Wang Shu twisted his little body and was about to come down.

Ji Mingxiu raised his hand and stroked her head, and said in a soft voice, "how did you come out?"

His hands are so warm and comfortable. She and she'd better listen to her mother next time.

"I want to pee." Wangshu was wrapped in his cloak and covered his little ass.

Ji Mingxiu took her to the corner of her lip, and carried her around the corridor and into Gong's room.

Wangshu looked at the "toilet" which was bigger and more beautiful than her bedroom on the mountain, and opened her mouth wide.

Ji Mingxiu was amused by her silly appearance. He untied his cloak and gently put her on the ground: "can you do it yourself?"

Wang Shu nodded.

Ji Mingxiu touched her little head: "I'll wait for you outside."

Then he turned and went out.

Wang Shu finished urinating, washed his hands obediently and came out barefoot.

Ji Mingxiu had taken off her cloak. Seeing her coming out, he wrapped her up and carried her back to the East chamber.

Wangshu is lying on the bed and refuses to sleep. He has a pair of black and shining eyes. He looks at Ji Mingxiu.

Ji Mingxiu is rarely seen as such. It's strange that he doesn't feel disgusted.

He looked at the curious baby on the bed. The curious baby was also looking at him and gave him a sweet smile. His heart was melting.

she looks as like as two peas, with almost identical nose and eyes.

Ji Mingxiu looked at the sleeping boy on the inside of the bed. Because of the rash, he couldn't recognize his appearance. It's just that the twins don't look like each other. His daughter looks like a mother, and his son It should be like dad.

Ji Mingxiu took his eyes back from Jingyun's face and looked back at the little Wangshu who kept staring at him: "you always look at me, do you miss your father?"

Wang Shu shook his head.

"No?"

"I don't have a father."

Ji Mingxiu was stunned.

Don't wait for him to come back from the short-term dismay, Wang Shu pointed to his face again, "what are you wearing?"

"The mask." Ji Mingxiu said.

Wang Shu blinked her bright eyes and asked curiously, "why do you wear a mask? Can I wear it? "

Ji Ming Xiu Dun, raised slender fingers such as jade, slowly took off the mask.

Wangshu looked at his face and opened his mouth in surprise.

"This way, ma'am."

Outside, suddenly came the sound of green bamboo.

Ji Mingxiu put his index finger on his lip and made a silent gesture.

Wangshu was stunned at first, then nodded very hard.

Ji Mingxiu put on the mask again.

Qiao Wei came into the room with her waist length hair. She took off her long purple coat, which used to be bloated and rustic, and replaced it with a yellow loquat button jacket with a white floral skirt inside. Her slender waist was too thin to hold. Her skin was already white and flushed after bathing. Her eyes were wet, like the dew in the morning. Her black hair was as bright as satin .

It's just that there's something missing on the head.

"Why didn't you wear that hairpin?" Ji Mingxiu asked.

"Hairpin?" Qiao Wei is a Leng, very quickly reaction, he refers to the value of a hundred taels of topaz plum hairpin, busy explained: "I don't know will go to the capital, more don't know will meet you, so didn't bring."

Ji Ming eyebrow tip micro PICK: "you want to wear to me?"

Qiao Wei does not falsely think about cableway: "do not bring to you, bring to whom..."

Wait. Show him?

After a short period of consternation, Qiao Wei finally realized that the two people had been talking for a long time, and what they said was not a "belt".

Qiao Wei shook her head in a funny way: "you misunderstood me. I want to bring it back to you."

"Give it back to me?" Ji Mingxiu took a look at her, "do you think I accidentally fell on your burden?"

Qiao Wei subconsciously said: "isn't it?"

When he asked, it must not be.

Ji Mingxiu's next words confirmed Qiao Wei's conjecture.

"I'm not so careless." Ji Mingxiu said softly, "it's as a gift of thanks for helping me choose my jewelry. My grandmother likes it very much."

Qiao Wei fixed her eyes and said, "but I want to help you choose a gift. I wanted to repay you for your help."

Ji Mingxiu looked at her and said, "I said that what happened before has nothing to do with you. I just don't like being attacked. You don't have to feel that you owe me."

Qiao Wei pursed her lips: "then this time I really owe you."Ji Mingxiu lightly hooked the corner of his lips: "you didn't eat and live in vain, and the silver goods are paid."

What else can Qiao Wei say? Her eloquence is not enough in front of his set of grand principles.

Of course, she also understood his way of doing things. He was a man who would try his best to please even the family of Enber. How valuable was his status? And she is just a poor little village girl. What he does to her is like saving a stray cat on her way back to the village. Will she let a stray cat return her favor? How is that possible?

"It's getting late. It's time for me to go home."

Ji Mingxiu got up and said goodbye.

Wangshu Baba looked at him, he rubbed Wangshu's small head, turned out of the room.

Qiao Wei watched him until he took two big new year's gifts from green bamboo, stepped out of the courtyard and disappeared in the snow.

Qiao Wei goes back to the bedside, sees the silver cloak at the head of the bed, guesses that it's him who left it, and quickly picks it up and runs out.

"Young master!"

Ji Ming is waiting at the door for Ming'an to bring the carriage. Hearing the call, he turns around slowly.

Qiao Wei passes through the numerous snowflakes and runs to him panting. She hands him her cloak and raises her eyebrows: "it's not so careless, eh?"

Ji Mingxiu couldn't help laughing, shook the two bags of things in his hand, and motioned to Qiao Wei that he was not empty handed.

Jovi hung her cloak on his arm.

He looked at the cloak and Qiao Wei, which seemed to say -

Yes, how can a childe who is used to being treated do it by himself?

Qiaowei took a deep breath, took the cloak again and put it on him.

He was so tall that she had to stand on tiptoe to put on his cloak.

His warm breath fell on the top of her hair, with a trace of itchy warmth. The cold wind came from behind him, and the only man's breath and clear fragrance that belonged to him covered Qiao Wei all of a sudden.

Jovi's hands faltered.

"Meditation." He spoke suddenly.

"Well?" Jovi picked up the ribbon of her cloak.

"My name." He said.

Qiaowei fixed her eyes on the ribbon, and her expression was very serious: "my name is Joe."

He pressed down the corner of his lips, bowed his head, and whispered in her ear, "Miss Joe, you're blushing."