When Liang Bozhao saw her, he was stunned at first, and then his eyebrows were locked, in such a cold weather, I really don't know why she came out.

Ning Xiang vaguely looked at a burly man standing in front of him, and when the man approached, he suddenly revealed a heroic and resolute face, who else was it Liang Bozhao?

Seeing him return safely, Ning Xiang only felt that her heart that had been hanging high for a day finally fell back into her stomach, she didn't care about the slippery under her feet, a small face smiled like a flower, and ran towards Liang Bozhao.

The man stepped forward quickly, took her in his arms, and saw that the little lady's eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with frost flowers, and her body was as cold as a block of ice. "Asked you to wait for me at home, what are you doing when you come out?"

Ning Xiang was so frozen that she couldn't say the whole thing, even her tongue was knotted, and it was easy to spit out a sentence; "You're always going to come home, I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what?" Liang Bozhao was a little helpless.

Ning Xiang quietly looked at her husband's body, and saw that there were no traces of injuries on his body, so she slowly calmed down and replied softly; "I... I'm afraid you'll get hurt. ”

Liang Bozhao was slightly moved, seeing that her little face was blown red by the wind, with attachment and satisfaction, her eyes were like paint, and the color of excitement could not be concealed from her eyes, as if he returned safely, which was a great joy for her.

Liang Bozhao didn't speak again, only tightened her body, firmly protected her in his arms, and hurried home with her.

When he got home, Ning Xiang was busy going around, first bringing hot water for the man, serving him to wipe his face and hands, and then going to the stove room, bringing a bowl of steaming ginger soup so that he could drink it to get rid of the cold, and for a while he asked the man to take off his shoes that were wet with snow and water and put on clean ones. I don't know how to feel sorry for my husband.

Liang Bozhao looked at her busy, the corners of his lips couldn't help but smile a little, and before she slipped away from him, he already clasped her big hand and hugged her.

"Xianggong...."Ning Xiang called lightly, although Liang Bozhao had asked her to call her name, but Ning Xiang was not used to it, and Liang Bozhao was no longer reluctant, just by her temperament, she could shout whatever she wanted.

Ning Xiang's voice was soft, and the Xiang Gong was also clear and sweet, Liang Bozhao listened to it in his ears, but it was really indescribable, and even his heart seemed to have become softer.

The man twisted a sweat towel, wiped the frost off her face for Ning Xiang, and pressed her little hand into the hot water, soaking it for a while, until the little hand that was frozen and pale gradually regained its blood color, and then wiped it dry for her.

Ning Xiang is very soft, seeing her husband taking care of herself like this, she only feels sweet in her heart, even her face is flushed, and the whole person is like a budding flower, with the fragrance of her daughter's home.

Liang Bozhao looked at her soft and shy cheeks, but couldn't help but hug her tighter, seeing that he leaned down, but before he touched Ning Xiang's skin, the little lady suddenly realized, her little hand against her husband's chest, and broke away from his arms, "Xianggong, I almost forgot, I have something good to show you." ”

"What's good?" Liang Bozhao's voice was low, and when he saw Ning Xiangwan, he smiled, carefully picked up an egg from the basket, and held it in front of Liang Bozhao as if he were offering a treasure.

Liang Bozhao glanced at the egg, a little crying and laughing, but Ning Xiang was happy and smiled; "Our chickens have laid eggs, and we can make poached eggs every day in the future."