Chapter 161

Joe Mu moved in his heart and sighed to himself that he was a beautiful man in the snow. He picked up the SLR that simukio hung around her neck and took a shot at simukio.

Today, simuccio is wearing a light gray British coat with a jade crown, which is particularly suitable in the heavy snow.

It has to be said that this kind of simuccio has faded the ordinary rarity and rarity, and it is very exciting to be quiet.

When he felt his wife patting him, he turned his head slightly and smiled at her. Qiao Mu caught the scene, quickly photographed it, and then grinned at him.

"Bring the bucket."

She promised simply, "OK."

After a while, a charming snowman was ready. Qiao Mu turned around the snowman, gave a thumb to Xi Muqiao and praised his dexterity.

"Uncle, you're really good. If I were you, at most two snowballs would pile on top of each other. Just press your nose, mouth and eyes."

Simuccio stood up straight, shook the snow on his body and swept the snow off her shoulders. He took off his deer skin gloves and stroked her cold face with a warm big hand.

He laughed at her, "rough girl."

The palm of the man's hand is warm and comfortable. Qiao Mu rubbed and rubbed in his palm, smiling with beautiful eyes.

"Hey, hey, it won't be rough in the future. Anyway, the snowman you made is so beautiful. I'll just watch it in the future."

Simuccio looked deeply at her small face, with comfortable eyebrows and eyes.

"Yes, there is me."

When Qiao Mu took some photos of the snowman, Xi Muqiao took her hand and said, "do you want to pile it again?"

Qiao Mu shook his head, looked at the snowman and said, "no, one is enough. You can't be too greedy. You should learn to be content."

Xi Muqiao smiled, but she was really a little girl without desire. He suddenly remembered Xi Muyan. Every time the girl made a snowman, she wanted to fill the whole yard.

Rao was afraid that she would be frozen and wrapped her into a bear. Qiao Mu's small nose was still red with cold. He picked up things in one hand and led her back in the other.

Joe Mu shook his arm and looked at the ice and snow, "uncle, can you play again? I don't know when to wait next time."

She stared at him with big eyes dry. Her wrinkled eyebrows and tiny mouth almost melted simuccio.

Today's wife is always coquettish, but he just eats this set. He really takes care of him.

In the past, she would rather bend than bend and oppose him everywhere. She wanted to tear him 800 times a day. It was more difficult to see her act like a spoiled child than to go to heaven.

Does this mean that he has a high position in his wife's heart?

"OK, play for another half an hour. If you cheat again, you'll stay in the snow and don't come in."

Qiao Mu promised crisp life, nodded like mashing garlic, and almost raised his fingers to swear to heaven.

Ximuqiao put down her things and took her hand to the back garden of the villa. The back garden of the villa is a large area of fruit trees and grassland, and then go back to the back mountain of Linlang Bay.

The snow is getting smaller and smaller. The snow blown by the cold wind is spinning in the air. The snow under the ground has gone beyond its feet, leaving a small pit.

Fortunately, both of them were wearing snow boots, but they were not afraid of snow entering their shoes.

Qiao Mu looked back. In the smooth snow, there were only two rows of footprints they had walked through. They were very beautiful, just like the scenes in some photos on the Internet.

She was foolishly happy, stopped and started shooting SLR.

After shooting, he consciously put his little hand into the man's big hand and led him to go on.

She asked, "uncle, it's eight o'clock when I get up. Why doesn't anyone clean the snow in the yard? There's not even a footprint. It's abnormal."

Simuccio hooked his lips and said half truely, "they may have overslept like his wife. My wife had me wake up, but they didn't."

Qiao Mu had no doubt about what he said, "yes, this snowy weather is suitable for lying in bed, watching TV, playing games and eating."

Simuccio smiled without speaking.

He won't tell his wife. When he read the weather forecast last night and learned that there was heavy snow in the evening, he had informed everyone in Linlang Bay. Without his notice, he was not allowed to go out and leave a footprint.

It was interesting to talk while walking. They looked at each other and smiled when they saw a layer of snow on each other's body and head.

Ximuqiao estimated that the distance from the villa was not close, and she was not allowed to go any further. Qiao Muyang raised the camera hanging in his neck.

"Take some more photos and go back."

Simujo nodded in silence.

He has a long body, and his eyes move with his wife. He never leaves for a moment. When his wife's camera is aimed at him, he will also cooperate with a smile.

The little red hat was particularly eye-catching in the ice and snow. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and took some pictures of his wife.

There was a continuous smile in his eyes. Looking at the bloated wife wrapped by him, his smile bloomed little by little in the floating snowflakes.

He and his wife will be as white headed as they are now.

On the way back, Joe puffed and complained.

"Uncle, you let me wear too much. The clothes alone add up to ten kilograms. It's too stressful. Can I take off one?"

Simuccio immediately refused, "no, you'll catch a cold."

Qiao Mu pouted, "I'm not that vulnerable!"

With that, she paused. Before she came out in the morning, she only drank a glass of milk, played for more than an hour, and walked so far.

The key is that the clothes are too heavy!

Simuccio also stopped to look at her, wrapped up and down, with only his palm sized face exposed.

He shook the snow. "Do you want to carry it?"

Qiao Mu smiled and said, "it's not good."

Simuccio saw through her careful thinking at a glance.

He picked his eyebrows and looked down at her, "carry yourself and choose three seconds."

"Back back back!"

She put her chin in his neck socket and covered his ears with her little hand. She looked at the ice and snow. When she spoke, a big white fog rose and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.

"Uncle, you are so kind to me. I can't return in my life."

While talking, her breath hit his neck, itching badly, and he tilted his head.

With a smile on his face, his tone was light. "Being good on the is the best reward for me."

Qiao Mu rolled his eyes and thought that the big warm man had become a big pervert again.

"Uncle, can we not destroy the atmosphere like this? Don't you think it's inappropriate to say such words in such a good scene?"

He answered naturally, "I don't think so."

She patted him on the shoulder. "Uncle, go, let's go back and take medicine to save your Sanguan."