When the swallow came, the pear blossom lagged behind Qingming.

On weekend nights, the dumpling restaurant drops off the last customers and closes.

Xia Xue sat in the store and counted the day's turnover.

She doesn't use a calculator, but a traditional Chinese abacus. The yellow rectangular border, the black and shiny abacus beads, flipped flexibly under her delicate and white fingers.

Xia Xue's eyes are short-sighted, with a look of more than 300 degrees. She usually doesn't wear myopia glasses except for reading books and driving in China.

At this moment, she is wearing a pair of black-framed and dull myopic glasses, and while checking the accounts, she is concentrating on pulling the abacus beads, like the shopkeeper of the old era.

Jacques supported his cheek with one hand, lying opposite Xia Xue, looking at Xia Xue in distress.

This little woman is indeed cute, and neither is it hated and loved. She seems to have an indifferent attitude towards people and things, and only maintains a moderate amount of politeness and recuperation, but she does not show any deep interest. However, she seems to like money very much.

Why does she like money like that? Further, why is she so obsessed with making money? It is said that the money she has on hand is not small.

An unexpected diamond necklace allowed her to obtain a huge sum of 28 million meters. She donated a large part of it, and the rest of the money was enough for her to have no worries about food and clothing in the future. Is it necessary for her to work so hard to make money?

Jacques sighed, and simply put his handsome face sideways on the table, his eyes staring directly at Xia Xue's excessively beautiful face.

Xia Xue finished counting the accounts and budgeting for the next day's expenses, and then looked at Jacques through the gap above her glasses.

The seemingly bulky glasses had slipped on the bridge of her firm nose, but she didn't bother to reach out to help her.

Jacques raised his thick fingers, stretched out to Xia Xue opposite, held her slipping glasses, and gently helped them up.

Then, pretending to be inadvertent, he gently touched Xia Xue's soft cheeks with his fingers and gently slid down.

The ruddy fingertips fell on Xia Xue's slender and tender neck, and she patrolled up and down like a lost person, refusing to evacuate for a long time.

Xia Xue dodged Jacques's hot fingers dissatisfiedly, glared at him fiercely, and picked up the things on the table.

Jacques shouted aggrievedly, Xia Xue!

Do? Say! Xia Xue said sharply without raising her head or eyes.

Snow Maiden, I really want to be the money in your hand, let you caress me day and night, and never leave me! Jacques said pitifully.

Xia Xue laughed out loud. Jacques, when did you become oily? Speak well, don't be so bad at learning!

Xia Xue cleaned up the tabletop, took off her myopia glasses, and put them in the glasses case next to the table.

She turned her back tiredly, and gently pounded her waist, a hint of haggard on her face.

Jacques immediately got up, walked behind Xia Xue, and said. You're ready, I'll help you!

Xia Xue was so tired that she couldn't care about it so much, she lazily lay on the table and closed her eyes slightly.

Jacques leaned over and stood behind Xia Xue, carefully helping her beat her waist. After more than ten minutes, he stretched out his broad and sturdy palms and gently massaged Xia Xue's soft waist.

Jacques massage, almost professional, made Xia Xue instantly comfortable, lying there drowsy.

Jacques's palms, scorching hot, like two small hand stoves. His fingers were soft and powerful, and the heat of his palms gradually spread to all parts of Xia Xue's body, completely relaxing her tense nerves.

Xia Xue gradually made a subtle and even sound of sleeping.

How tired is she? If you lie on the table, you can fall asleep in the blink of an eye.

Jacques' eyes were moist, listening to Xia Xue's smooth breathing, and he hugged her in distress.

Xia Xue tilted her head and buried her face in Jacques's broad and majestic embrace.

Jacques hugged Xia Xue tightly, paced to the side of the sofa, and slowly laid her flat on the sofa.

He took a cartoon cushion and put it under Xia Xue's head.

Xia Xue, who was asleep, returned to Xiaozhi in a trance. The corners of her mouth suddenly rose to reveal a pleasant smile.

She was probably happy with the sleeping position, stretching her arms up and bending them above her head.

Jacques looked at Xia Xue's sleeping face obsessively, and his breathing became a little shorter.

Xia Xuejiao's beautiful cheeks are pink and white, soft and smooth like fat, and a pair of black and slender eyelashes hang down on the beautiful eyelids.

The placket in front of her was slightly upturned, revealing a round and snow-white waist. The round navel eyes, like mischievous eyes, were glaring at Jacques with seduction.

Jacques's turbulent breath forced him to kneel down in front of the sofa.

He stretched out his large, trembling hand and slowly reached into the hem of his robe that was raised high in front of him.

Snow-like gelatin, revealing a warm scent. As soon as Ying Ying grasps it, the bones around her body instantly soften.

Continue to wander and explore, and after a long time, push up the placket of the garment.

The sunset shines through the window and sprinkles on the sofa, the golden light is dotted, and the snow peaks are fully visible, rich and white.

Bathed in the light of twilight, Jacques bowed his head in adoration, pecking at the dreamlike time like a bird.

I don't know how long it took, but it was dark and the night was as cold as water.

Inside, there was still a deep silence. From time to time, from the darkness, Xia Xue made a sigh in her sleep.

Finally, a woman's delicate call came from inside the room.

Jacques? Where are you? Xia Xue woke up from her sleep and found herself sleeping on the sofa.

Did you wake up? In an instant, Jacques's magnetic voice quietly remembered.

He lay on the sofa at Xia Xue's feet, and fell asleep inexplicably for some reason.

He leaned forward, stretched out his long arm, grabbed one of Xia Xue's hands, stopped talking, and didn't turn on the switch of the light.

The moonlight outside the window, bright and translucent, is reflected through the window, faintly illuminating people's faces.

Xia Xue had just woken up, and her spirit was still a little restless. She let Jacqua hold her little hand, quietly staring ahead in the moonlight, not knowing what was going on in her head?

Suddenly, after a while, Xia Xue spit out a sentence gently. It's almost the Qingming Festival, alas, 、、、、、、 words fell, and let out a desolate sigh.

Ching ming festival? Jacques thought hard about it, and finally remembered that this was a Chinese festival to honor his ancestors. Could it be that Xia Xue's relatives have 、、、、、、 Jacques not to speak, and they feel sorry for Xia Xue in their hearts.

Xia Xue lay there quietly, her thoughts drifting back to her hometown.

I'm afraid she won't be able to return to her hometown to pay tribute to her parents, right? Although they have never loved themselves, and even dislike themselves extremely much, they are their relatives after all! Xia Xue really wanted to fly back and see her parents.

Xia Xue's tears flowed down silently, becoming more and more turbulent, and her shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Xia Xue lowered her head and looked at Jacques at her feet. She suddenly found that the corners of her skirt had been lifted high at some point, cramped into a thick ball, and piled up on her waist.

Xia Xue suddenly turned red with shame. Hurriedly sat up, straightened the skirt with his hands, and covered his ankles in unison.

Xia Xue raised her hand and combed her long hair with her fingers. Suddenly, she felt empty in front of her, and the original sense of restraint was completely gone.

She panicked, reached into her hand, and went to tidy up. But to his horror, he found that the hook behind the coat had fallen off at some point and slipped down loosely.

Xia Xuehu looked at Jacques suspiciously, wanting to ask, but didn't dare to ask. In case it was broken free in his sleep, it is not known.

Xia Xue bent her legs and wanted to get off the ground, but she felt cold under her.

She unconsciously covered her face with her hands and exclaimed, Jacques, are you 、、、、、、

No, absolutely impossible! Xia Xue instantly denied the doubts in her heart, how could this be possible? That is in her dream、、、、、、 Xia Xue thought of this, and suddenly felt ashamed and ashamed, and she was ashamed of herself.

Jacques didn't say a word, his eyes kept staring at Xia Xue.

He calmly got up from the floor and sat diagonally next to Xia Xue, so that Xia Xue moved in embarrassment.

Jacques, inch in, and then, squeezed in again.

He, with one leg flat on the couch, said. Xia Xue, my legs, are very tired. After speaking, he turned sideways, leaned closely against Xia Xue, and lay down.

Xia Xue couldn't say anything when she thought of Jacques's injured leg.

I have slept for so long, and Jacques has been kneeling on the ground, and I am afraid that even the legs of good people have long been tired of kneeling. Xia Xue's heart was instantly filled with guilt.

Jacques, raising his hand, placed it on Xia Xue's shoulder. With a light touch, Xia Xue fell.

Let's talk a little bit, shall we? Jacques looked at Xia Xue with pure eyes and asked.

Xia Xue nodded, and turned sideways peacefully, facing Jacques.

Xia Xue, the Qingming Festival is here, do you have any plans? Jacques asked in a deep voice.

My parents have passed away. If I'm in the country, this is the time to pay tribute to them. But in my current situation, I really dare not go back! Xia Xue whispered with tears.

If you don't dare to go back, tell me the address, and I'll go back to visit your parents for you, how about it? Jacques said in a serious tone.

Xia Xue looked at Jacques's deep eyes, and her heart was deeply moved. This simple and pure man, although he is tall and big, but the whole person is as simple as a big child.

If I were free now, would I have the courage to marry him? Xia Xue asked herself, and a flash of infatuation flashed in her eyes.

In her heart, she likes Jacques, maybe she really has fallen in love with him! It's just that she has expected that this will be a love with no ending, so she will sensibly and resolutely avoid it.

Jacques instantly received the message released by Xia Xue. His eyes were obsessed, he stretched out his arm, hugged Xia Xue's head tightly, and kissed Xia Xue's red lips affectionately.

Xia Xue's mind immediately flew and was lost for a long, long time.

It wasn't until she felt that the heavy skirt corners were suddenly turned up, and she immediately came to her senses.

No! No, it can't be!

Why, no? I love you, and you love me in your heart, but you don't dare to admit it. Two people who love each other, why can't they do things about love!

Jacques's voice was filled with unquenchable anger, and a thick flame seemed to erupt from his chest.

No! Absolutely not! Xia Xue held down the big hand. But then I felt that the big hand quickly changed the strategy of attacking the city.

The solid and thick fingers suddenly broke through the barrier of the skirt and poked hard.

Jacques! Xia Xue shouted in horror. We can't sin, have you forgotten? Unmarried couples can't be so close! This is God's admonition. This can only happen between husband and wife.

Jacques let out a low roar of pain and collapsed onto the couch.

He stared straight at the roof and said with a blank expression. Xia Xue, you go to go through the divorce procedures with that Xue Zhi immediately, let's get married quickly!

It can't be, Jacques, I told you a long time ago.

Why, impossible?

Xue Zhi will never agree to divorce in his life! He said, "Even if I die, I must die at His hands!" Xia Xue cried out unwillingly, and there were bursts of throbbing pain in her heart.

At this moment, Xia Xue can't figure out, what is love? What is not love? What love should look like, Xia Xue doesn't seem to be able to tell until she dies.

In Xia Xue's heart, it seems that she loves Xiaozhi deeply.

However, she now seems to be in love with Jacques again. She wasn't sure if she was really in love with Jacques.

All she knew was that she had a strange feeling about Jacques in her heart. That feeling is very subtle, if you are about to leave, it will be worrying. Even if we haven't seen each other for many days, when we see each other again, there will be no sense of distance in our hearts, as if the two hearts have been close to each other, and they are inherently seamless.

Well, Xia Xue. You're a difficult choice, so I'll do everything and I'll help you choose, OK? You don't have to blame yourself, you're just a good woman who was forcibly kidnapped by me, and you don't have to bear any moral condemnation, OK?

Jacques finished speaking firmly, and raised his hand to turn on the light switch, and the room was instantly lit up.