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In the end, Yun Bixue didn't know how she fell asleep.

Xie Limo looked at the person in his arms with pity, although he was asleep, the tenderness stretched out between his eyebrows and eyes was like water, which also made him feel pity.

Especially when she saw her own masterpiece, she stretched out her hand like jade and stroked it gently, and the affection in her eyes was revealed little by little.

Although Yun Bixue was asleep, she felt the dishonesty of the people around her, so she still muttered in a daze, as if expressing her dissatisfaction.

Xie Limo lightly imprinted a kiss on Yun Bixue's forehead, and said clearly: "Sleep, good night, madam, have a good dream." ”

It's just that he is still buried in Yun Bixue's body, and the feeling of such a fusion of water and milk makes him reluctant to part.

The next day, when Yun Bixue woke up, he saw the snow outside the window as soon as he opened his eyes, and he felt the warm temperature behind him.

Such a morning made her very satisfied and moved.

"Madame is awake"

Yun Bixue moved her body slightly, and suddenly felt someone's emotion in her body, and exclaimed, "Li Mo" She couldn't imagine that Xie Limo's physical strength was so good.

Xie Limo gently straightened Yun Bixue's hair with a delicate jade-like hand, enduring a new wave of craze in his body.

"Xie Shao, your physical strength is too good," she wanted to cry without tears.

"The next heir of the Xie family has to receive all kinds of training since he was a child, and the exercise of physical strength is the most basic." If it weren't for the fear of tiring her, he really didn't want to restrain him.

Yun Bixue looked at the marks on Xie Limo's chest, stretched out her hand and touched it gently, "Is this a scar" Although I can't tell it, but if I think about it carefully at this time, I understand that he must have suffered a lot before.

Xie Limo looked down at the subtle marks on his chest, although he couldn't see it after dealing with it, but when he thought about it, a dull wave still flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and he didn't let Yun Bixue find it.

"It's nothing, a huge family like the Xie family, if it wants to survive and stand, the heir must have enough ability."

Although Xie Limo said this, Yun Bixue was still distressed, and the movements of her hands were more gentle, but she was grabbed by Xie Limo, "Madam, don't challenge your Mr. Xie's self-control." ”

Yun Bixue's face turned red, and she hurriedly pushed Xie Limo's arms away, sat up and said, "What time is it, isn't it time to have breakfast?"

Xie Limo got up and went down to the ground, and after a while, he pushed a rolling dining table in, "Breakfast is ready, it's still snowing outside today, you can rest at home."

"Do you still have to go to work?"

Xie Limo nodded and said, "Well, there is a meeting in Ning'an City today, don't worry, I'll come back in the evening." ”

Yun Bixue nodded, although she was a little uneasy in her heart, she didn't think much about it.

After breakfast, Yun Bixue sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and knitted sweaters, and when she was idle, she wanted to do something for Xie Limo herself, and most importantly, there was almost everything in the villa, even wool and knitting needles.

When she was tired of weaving a scarf, Yun Bixue read books, all of which were economic books, and she also wanted to study more, so that she could be able to accompany Xie Limo.

said that Xie Limo drove the car around the city deliberately a few times, and then changed a lot of cars, because he knew that from that day on, someone had been eyeing him and Yun Bixue.

Only by putting Yun Bixue in that villa could he deal with these people with confidence.

"Xie Liu, get ready to do it."

"Yes, Xie Shao" Xie Liu's eyes flashed with excitement, he was too embarrassed to be bound in country A, and finally waited for Xie Shao to speak. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.