At this moment, Luo Yangyang had only one thought in his heart.

She's going to get the ring back!

Putting on a thick and warm down jacket, Luo Yangyang rushed out of the door like a gust of wind.

In the next room with the door closed, there was not the slightest light coming out of the crack in the door, and I don't know if the canonization was asleep or not in the room.

In the canonized bedroom, there was not even the heating on.

In the dark and cold night, the curtains were floated by the cold wind blowing gently.

He leaned against the frames of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his feet covered with cigar heads, and he couldn't count how many he smoked.

He still had a cigar between his slender fingers, and the only light in the dark bedroom came from the spark of the cigar in his hand.

A pair of cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the dark eyes as deep as an ancient well looked deeply into the distance.

He stood motionless and watched, without smoking his cigar, and judging by the slightly stiff movement of his reclining chair against the door, he had been standing for a long time.

Feng Sheng stood like a sculpture, as if his cold eyes were frozen, but there was a sudden fluctuation.

He saw a white ball moving in the snowy expanse.

When he looked closely, his cold eyes suddenly froze.

The figure in a white down jacket running on the snow in the back garden was not a little thing that he couldn't be more familiar with and held in his arms all night.

Under the reflection of the moonlight and snow, he can see everything clearly on the snow without additional light.

After Luo Yangyang ran to the approximate location where the ring might have fallen, he stopped, bent over and lowered his head, and carefully examined the snow.

Fortunately, it didn't snow a few days ago, otherwise as soon as the snowflakes covered her, she would have turned the entire back garden over, and she might not be able to find the ring.

"Ring Ring, you come out quickly, don't hide."

The snow was white, and the white jade ring was also white, and after Luo Yangyang leaned down and stared at it for a few minutes, he was a little dizzy.

Feng Sheng still maintained the movement of the door frame of the inclined chair, and he stared at Luo Yangyang in the distance, who was almost merging with the snow, and the corners of his cold mouth suddenly rose slightly.

"Little things." The saint faded away the cold and contemplative black eyes, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a hint of pampering.

She ran to the place where the two were arguing in the middle of the night, what else could she do besides looking for a ring.

Xiao'er, he spoiled her so much, he knew that little things couldn't be so unconscionable.