When Long Jingze came back, there was some snow stuck to his military hat, and a large piece of snow was also wet on his shoulders, so he took off his military uniform and handed it to the housekeeper to take to bake.

As he entered the house, he asked the maid of Qingyuan, "What is Madame doing at home today?" ”

"I've been knitting a scarf for the day."

Knitting for a day? There was a warm anger in the man's voice, "Didn't you buy a scarf for your lady in the closet in winter?" ”

A group of servants hurriedly bowed their heads and said in fear: "Chief, there are hundreds of scarves in the wardrobe, but the lady doesn't want to wear them, she wants to knit them herself." ”

It's not their fault, it's really wronged.

Long Jingze came to the sofa, Shang Qian was still struggling with the yarn in his hand, and the woman just now taught her a new trick and asked her to weave it first.

When the woman saw Long Jingze coming, she hurriedly got up from the sofa and bent down to salute.

The man waved his hand and told her to go down first.

There were only the two of them left in the living room, and Long Jingze sat down next to Shang Qian and took the person into his arms.

Seeing that the woman only had her scarf in her heart, she gritted her teeth hatefully and said, "Haven't you knitted enough for a day?" “

"This one is coming soon." Shang Qian's fingers were weaving quickly, and she could now ensure that she would not drop the needle while increasing the speed, which was also the result of a day of weaving.

Long Jingze lowered his eyes and looked at the short scarf, this is for children.

"Aren't your eyes tired?" Knitting yarn is an eye-wrenching job.

"Sort of."

"Don't weave it, we'll continue tomorrow."

"Brother Jing, if you wait for me any longer, it's just a few stitches away." It's already being finalized.

The man didn't agree, and looked down to catch her cherry lips.

As soon as he came over, his shallow vision was blocked, and he couldn't see his fingers, how could he weave.

Turning her head, thin lips landed on her cheek. Long Jingze was annoyed.

Shang Qian hurriedly made up for a kiss, "It's almost fast, one minute, just one minute!" ”

After weaving, Shang Qian stretched his waist, his neck was sore, and his waist was painful. Holding a position for too long and stiffening your body.

The man next to him was emitting cold air.

Shang Qian moved over, hugged the man's neck, and said with a smile: "Brother Jing, will I knit a sweater for you tomorrow?" ”

"No, you don't." Although he wanted to have it, it was too tiring to be so shallow that it was not easy to knit the sweater that suited him, and all she could do was these short scarves.

"Yes, yes, yes." Shang Qian thought that the man was still angry and refused to ask her to knit it.

"How warm is it to wear a warm sweater in winter, or do I knit it for you, don't you want it?"

Long Jingze rubbed her wrists, "You're too tired like this." "How he wasn't impressed.

"I do, hehe."

"Silly girl."

"Brother Jing, my legs are numb, you can carry me up."

"Hold on tight, don't fall."

"Okay."

As soon as the man got up from the sofa, he was still a long distance from the ground, and it turned out that the air above was like this.

"Tomorrow you wake me up earlier, I will find the servant who taught me today, and let her teach me to knit sweaters, and, what color do you like, Qingyuan is out of wool, which one do you like, let people buy it, I forgot to let people buy it in the afternoon."

Shang Qian shook these two small thin legs and talked about her plan with great interest.