The generation of chickens and dog thieves ● Rong Yigen is being "taught" by others at the moment.

But it has nothing to do with white warmth.

She stayed in the hospital for a few days and came out, because there were indeed more things that happened, so the police station went on vacation.

I originally thought that I was going out to play and relax, but the day after I went back, I received a call from my father and mother, saying that they should go back.

It's rare to remember the white father and white mother who have a daughter.

"We can't go, we have to go back." Bai Nuan took An Yang's hand and shook the phone in his hand.

He also heard it, and the white mother asked her to go back, but she didn't say anything about him......

So......

Is his family Nuan Nuan going to take him back to meet his parents?

"Warm Warm...... Take me to meet my parents? He walked after her, and let her walk the long, slender sill, still holding his hand, for fear that she would fall.

"No, there's something for you." Bai Nuan denied it, got down from the sill, threw himself into his arms, hugged his neck, stood on tiptoe slightly, and had a little smile in his eyes, "I want to show you the gift I prepared for you when you were away." ”

She has put all those things in good place, and she has already packed a lot of them.

She thought she didn't have that chance.

An Yang put his arm around her waist and held her to stand on the sill, his body bent slightly: "That's warm...... When will I be able to do something with you that an adult should do? ”

His eyes were clear and soft, and in his dark eyes were her somewhat frozen red eyes.

Well?

What does Soft Cotton say?

"Yes, tonight." She rubbed the tip of her nose at him, let go of his neck, and jumped down to step on the snow swept by.

The sound of "crunching" when the snow stepped on it, she was interested, the corners of her lips hooked, and she stepped slowly.

An Yang, who heard her words, stood in place and was stunned.

He suspected that he had misheard, and pinched the back of his hand, which turned red, and only then did he feel a little pain.

So...... It's true?

"Nuan Nuan, don't lie to me!" He shouted and went after her.

Bai Nuan grabbed a snowball, smashed it on him, and raised his eyebrows at him defiantly.

Two people were fighting downstairs.

Obviously, one is decisive in killing, and the other is calm and self-controlled.

Now they're all downstairs playing like kids.

Possible...... This is a belated childhood, right?

……

The twilight was four, the snow was falling outside the window, and the ground reflected a faint layer of light because of the layer of snow white.

Bai Nuan was sitting on the cushion, wearing a loose knitted sweater, revealing the delicate collarbones on her shoulders, with a rare lazy gentleness between her eyebrows, her slender and white fingers touched the book in her hand, her eyes fell on it, and her long legs curled up slightly.

Anyang had just taken a shower and dried his hair and came to Bai Nuan.

When he saw her sitting there, he leaned in.

"Nuan Nuan~" The tail note is slightly elongated, with a somewhat ambiguous smile.

Bai Nuan glanced at him, closed the book, and stood up: "Come here, I'll take you to do something that only adults can do." ”

She said it lightly, but it exploded in his heart.

The fluttering heart in my chest was about to jump out.

"Good ......" The tips of Anyang's ears were slightly red, and the corners of his mouth were arcs that couldn't be suppressed, and he followed Bai Nuan.

The heat on his body skyrocketed.

When Bai Nuan went upstairs, he glanced at him, the smile in his eyes was slightly deep, and his fingers were on the armrest, all the way up.

Anyang thinks...... The finger was on his chest.