Chapter 164

Qiao Mu heard the answer, a face flattering said, "talk about it now, what do you want from the emperor?"

Xi Muqiao squinted at her, and asked, "how about the old man?"

Qiao Mu was asked a Zheng, and then quickly nodded, but also up the thumb, "good, good, especially good!"

He played with the mobile phone, quite a bit of the emperor's posture, "describe how a good method."

Qiao Mu hands clasped on the legs, showing the most charming smile, "gentle, gold, and handsome."

He gently raised his eyebrows, and his deep eyes fixed on her small face for a moment, "Oh? What's more, if you're satisfied, I'll let you go to the concert. "

Qiao Mu gave him a white eye in his heart. The big pervert didn't mean what he said. He agreed to it a few days ago.

She couldn't resist the temptation of the big pervert. After a little thinking, she opened her mouth, like saying, "everything's good for an old man. It's gentle and golden, and I love you."

She thought triumphantly that few men in the world would resist such flattery, and for simuccio, this sentence seemed to be tailor-made for him.

See the man or so firmly staring at her, she tried to hold back the numb scalp, pretending to be shy of the mouth, "emperor, Minister concubine said right?"

Xi Mu Qiao eyes in the flow of thousands of brilliance, smile incomparably handsome, "said very right."

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Simuccio rubbed her soft hair, gently and shallowly kisses her lip corner, until she wakes up.

Looking at Qiao mu, like a pig, arched in the quilt, he laughed shallowly and pulled her out of the quilt, "madam, it's snowing outside."

Qiao Mu did not respond, more than ten seconds later, she only half opened her eyes, voice sharp, with a little nasal.

"What do you say?"

Simuccio scratched her little nose and said again, "it's snowing."

Qiao Mu got up from the bed, jumped out of the bed and rushed to the French window.

She put one hand on the glass, and the other hand wiped off the water mist on the glass. When she saw the snow wrapped outside, she exclaimed, like a child, jumping happily.

"It's beautiful, uncle. It's snowing!"

Xi Muqiao brought her back, "get dressed quickly, don't you want to make a snowman?"

Ignoring that the man was still here, he took off his pajamas and put on his clothes quickly. He even had a simple smile on his delicate little face, and even laughed out loud from time to time.

Under the compulsion of Xi Muqiao, Qiao Mu is allowed to go out after drinking hot milk. At the entrance, Xi Muqiao takes out a pair of wool gloves and a small red hat like a trick.

"Take it. Don't freeze."

On weekdays, there will be people cleaning the yard, but not today. Everywhere you see, there is a vast expanse of white, the snow is shining and smooth, and there is no footprint.

Qiao mumai opened her feet and left her first footprints in the yard. She opened her smile and ran out laughing.

The snow is still rustling, rustling, very dense, Xi Muqiao with a smile, carrying a small bucket and small iron lift followed.

When he learned that there was heavy snow in recent days, he had prepared all the things for the snowman early, and only laughed for Mrs. Bo's comfort.

Qiaomu, like a wind up small motor, ran from here to there, and then ran back in circles.

Xi Muqiao put things at his feet, picked up the SLR hanging around his neck, opened the camera, focused, and recorded the moment bit by bit.

Step on the snow, creaking sound, Qiao Mu stopped to breathe, and then smile lying in the snow, in a moment, she has been a big hand to pull up.

Xi Muqiao slapped the snow on her body and yelled, "what's crazy? The ground is so cool. Give me a honest snowman, or go back to the house!"

Qiao Mu vomited at him, and his face was naughty. "Uncle, I'm so excited. You know, I like winter and spring best. There's snow in winter and cherry blossom in spring."

Simuccio took her hand, shoved the tool to her and told her to wait here, while he bent down and began to snowball.

In my impression, the last time I made a snowman, Xiao Yan and her face were five years old. They were so small that they couldn't make it up. So they stood in the yard and cried.

At that time, he was 11 years old and his family was still very happy. Under the guidance of Xi's journey, he and 8-year-old Mu Che built snowmen in the courtyard of Xi's old house all morning, dozens of large and small snowmen.

When Xi Muqiao rolled a big snowball back, Qiao Mu also rolled a small one, aiming at him.

Knowing that she must be impatient, simuccio took the snowball from her hand with a smile, installed it on the big snowball, and then found the art knife from the bucket and began to trim it a little bit.

The wind and snow hit Qiao Mu's face, but she didn't feel cold at all. Instead, her body radiated warmth from the inside out.

She looked at Xi Muqiao, who was squatting on the ground. A thin layer of snowflakes had fallen on his shoulders and black hair. Some snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, and soon turned into a drop of water, which hung on his thick eyelashes and trembled with his blink.