Chapter 47

Satisfied, Pei Yifeng patted the Tibetan Mastiff's head twice, then stretched out his hands, and directly pinched Pei Yishuang's ears: "You dare to let Simi bite your fourth brother, don't you want your little ears?"

"Who told you to hit my sister!" Pei Yishuang's face turned red from being pinched, and she screamed, but she still didn't forget to glare at Simi: "Traitor!"

"Hey, who taught these two words?" Pei Yifeng was still very happy: "You little white-eyed wolf who is not familiar with you! Spit out all the things I bought for you before!"

The two were still arguing, Mo Wan glanced at Pei Yishuang's pinched red ears and was very distressed. Just as she was about to step forward to stop them, a pair of black leather shoes appeared next to the snowman. She was taken aback, raised her head, But he saw Pei Yijing standing in front of him.

"Uh." Mo Wan forced a smile before greeting casually: "Hi, Photographer Pei."

Pei Yijing looked at her indifferently, and said: "The fourth child will control the strength of his subordinates, so he won't hurt Shuang'er."

"But Shuang'er's ears are all red." She looked worriedly, but it was all red.

"He has sensitive skin, and it will turn red even if he touches it."

"So that's how it is." She suddenly realized, and when she met his eyes that had been on her, she smiled exaggeratedly: "Why didn't you see Miss Liu?"

Pei Yijing squatted down, took two plums in his hand and lightly pressed them on the little snowball as eyes, and then said calmly: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Then, he took a small crimson dome and pressed it on the little snowball.

Seeing her actions, Mo Wan was shocked and ignored his words, just stared at him with wide eyes, speechless.

"Where did you get it?" Mo Wan couldn't help asking.

Just now, she thought about it for a long time, but she didn't even think about how to decorate the snowman. The things he found are very suitable!

He just smiled faintly, and then walked under the fir tree, looking at the green branches.

Following his gaze at the fir tree, her eyes blinked: "Do you want to use fir tree branches to make the snowman's arms?"

"En." Pei Yijing responded lightly, stretched his arms towards the fir branches, and there was some regret in Wen Run's words: "It's a bit high."

Taking a deep breath, Mo Wan jumped up high, but not only failed to reach, but his body wobbled unsteadily on the snow, and almost fell to the ground again.

She took a breath, quickly stabilized her body, knocked her head with one hand, and said in a low voice with some annoyance: "How stupid! He is so tall and can't reach him, so why are you so stupid!"

Watching her actions, Pei Yijing smiled faintly and helplessly, and grabbed her arm with his big hand: "Where is anyone who hits himself?"

His fingers were obviously only warm, but Mo Wan felt that his hands were a little too hot, especially the part where the arm was caught, it was even more scorching hot. With a movement of her wrist, she wanted to pull herself out of his big hand Arm: "Photographer Pei. I won't hit me, I won't hit myself, you go first."

Pei Yijing ignored his words, and just asked indifferently: "Do you want to reach the branches?"

"Yes!" she replied completely instinctively.

The slender body squatted down slightly, his big hand let go of her wrist and then slid down to her waist, and then lifted her lightly, already hugging her whole body.

Her mind froze in an instant, and she froze in place, her breathing gradually became rapid, and her cheeks became hot.

Pei Yijing hugged her slender waist with both hands, pressed his face against her back, and said in a faint voice, "Is it enough?"

Hearing this, Mo Wan recovered from his daze, looked down at Pei Yijing who was hugging him under the cedar tree, a gust of wind blew, and the snowflakes on the tree fell on him and her, beautifully making her Feel a little unreal.

There was a slight smile on Wen Run's face, and the white air from his breath sprayed on her back: "Do you need to go higher or lower?"

Recalling his dazed thoughts of running far away, Mo Wan tried to stretch out his arms and said, "Go up a little bit."

She could clearly feel that the big hand on her waist lifted up a little more, and her hand gradually touched the fir branch, and she shouted: "Okay, okay! It's enough!"

He stretched out his hand and folded it heavily, only to hear the sound of "pa--", the fir branch was broken, but the force brought by the shaking caused the snowflakes to fall straight down, some fell on the cheeks, and some jumped into the clothes , which made her shiver involuntarily, but the joy on her cheeks was unprecedented.

When he lowered his head, he saw that Pei Yijing's head was covered with a layer of white snowflakes, but it did not affect his handsomeness at all, but made him even more charming.

But she still couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha. Photographer Pei, you look like an old man."

"Really?" Pei Yijing also laughed lightly, raised his head, making a rare joke: "Does it look good?"

Mo Wan's eyes blinked a few times in surprise, and then nodded heavily: "It's beautiful! It's even better than a snowman!"

Not far away, Liu Rusu, who was walking towards this side, saw the scene of the two people smiling brightly and brightly, her footsteps slightly paused, her beautiful eyes stared deeply at the two of them.

On the other side, Pei Yishuang and Pei Yifeng, who had enough squabbles, looked at them in surprise: "Third brother, why is Snow White's stepmother sitting on your shoulder?"

Her heart skipped a beat suddenly, and Mo Wan still looked at Pei Yijing with a smile on her face: "Photographer Pei, the snowman's arm is already reached, please let me down."

"Okay." Pei Yijing smiled slightly, and gently put her on the ground.

At this moment, Liu Rusu came over with a flowery smile on her face: "Hi Miss Mo, we meet again."

Mo Wan hurriedly bent over: "Hello, Miss Liu."

"Has Miss Mo's cold gone yet?" Liu Rusu still had a hint of worry on her face.

Mo Wan hurriedly replied, feeling more fond of her in her heart: "Thank you Miss Liu for your concern, it's almost recovered."

"That's good." With a slight smile, turning around, Liu Rusu slapped off the snowflakes on Pei Yijing's body with a coquettish expression: "I also said that Yifeng is like a child, look at the snow on your body."

Without words, Pei Yijing just smiled faintly, his eyes fell on the slightly red back of Liu Rusu's hand, he frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to wrap her hand directly in it: "Why are your hands so cold?"

(end of this chapter)