He kissed so hard and so hard that her tongue tingled, and she fell on him weakly and gasped. Nephrite is full of warm fragrance, this is the greatest joy in life, right? Ye Muyang thought contentedly and bent his eyes.

"Ye Muyang, I want to have a snowball fight." Mo Xiaobei said suddenly, like a sound coming from his nose. It's muffled and nice.

He looked at her and nodded, "Okay." ”

He wants to spoil her endlessly, to get her used to everything about him. Habits have always been a deadly thing.

As he spoke, he quickly grabbed a handful of snow paste and put it on Mo Xiaobei's face, looking at her with a smile.

Standing there stunned for a few seconds, Mo Xiaobei shouted, "Ye Muyang, your uncle!" After saying this, Ye Muyang pulled his legs and ran, stopped after running for a while, held his hands and watched Mo Xiaobei catch up, and when she approached, he ran again. Enjoy it as much as you can.

When it approached again, Ye Muyang still stood there leisurely and got carried away, Mo Xiaobei was amused at him, and then threw a ball of snow at him with lightning speed, but unfortunately he didn't aim at it, and wiped his face and threw straight back.

Yes? She pouted in disappointment.

Ye Muyang walked over, grabbed her hand and put a snow-white thing on her hand, and then smashed it mercilessly in his face.

Mo Xiaobei was dumbfounded, this person is crazy, right? How can anyone smash their own?

"Husbands and wives should share weal and sorrow." He wiped his face. To put it mildly.

It was as if something had slammed into her heart, and her legs went limp. Ye Muyang quickly picked her up and saw that her face was full of crimson, and he didn't think much about it in his heart, but pointed to the open space in front of him and said to Mo Xiaobei, "Baby, let's go build a snowman." ”

"Okay." She lowered her head and nodded hurriedly, not daring to raise her head to catch his eyes.

Such a little obedient, he is reluctant to let go, what should he do? hugged her tighter, and Ye Muyang was a little distracted.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that Mo Xiaobei had already run far away, and jumped at her and said, "Ye Muyang, come here, come over quickly." The bright red down jacket she was wearing was particularly eye-catching in the snow-white all over the floor. In addition, she looked at him as lively as a little swallow excitedly, and said in a soft and sweet voice: "Ye Muyang, come here." At that time, he only felt that his heart was going to be drunk, and he couldn't hold it back because of the convex beating somewhere. Just think about speeding up! Hasten! Burn! Keep burning!

An hour passed.

Mo Xiaobei ran over and glanced at the snowman made by Ye Muyang, disgusted, "You...... Are you at this level? ”

The round head has eyes, nose and mouth made of leaves, and the body is pyramid-like, which does not match the head, and perhaps it has become a national custom for the snowman to wear a scarf, and his black scarf is hanging around its neck and dancing in the wind.

When I think of it, I can't imagine that the president of the dignified president has made this virtue? She only thought of four words, so she said to Ye Muyang, "I can only say four words about the snowman you made - patience, people, search, and taste." ”

Ye Muyang, who was originally embarrassed, listened to her ridiculous words, and immediately stared at her with wide eyes and glared! What to stare at? Glaring at her, she still said so. Not to be outdone, he glared back, but Ye Muyang's brows suddenly wrinkled, "Where did your scarf go?" ”

"Hmm......" she rubbed her nose, a little weak, "that's the one around the snowman's neck." ”

Ye Muyang glanced behind her, and sure enough, the big red scarf was waving in the wind, so chic.

He glared at her viciously again, and as soon as he raised his hand, the scarf that was still around the snowman's neck just now reached his hand, and it was tightly tied to Mo Xiaobei, and when she felt that she was about to be strangled, Ye Muyang said, "You are not allowed to do this in the future." She nodded quickly, and after a while, she suddenly remembered that he also wore a scarf around the snowman's neck, "You haven't put it on yeti, why do you say me?" In a questioning tone, the finger pointed proudly at the snowman, and then the hand froze, and the snowman's head was gone......

He obviously saw it too, squinted his eyes and smiled softly at her, "Just don't you want to?" The tone was provocative, Mo Xiaobei couldn't get angry, and used twelve points of strength to step on his feet. He sighed in pain, but looked at her even more proudly.

"Only the governor is allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps. Ye Muyang, I sue you, you are overbearing. Irrationality! ”

"Treasure." Ye Muyang rubbed her into his arms, rubbed her hair with his hands, looked at the blue sky, and smiled burningly. "The state officials set the fire to better protect our little people."