"Get up, Miss"

The window of the room was pushed open, and wisps of cold air came in through the window. A voice appeared in the room, with long black hair and a handsome face, and burgundy eyes looking in the direction of the sky.

"It's been a really nice day, Miss." Ziyin pulled the white gloves and walked to Zizi's bedside, her slender hand gently pushing Zizi's delicate body.

"Xiaoyin~" Zizi shook his little head, his eyes slowly opened, and he looked at the man in front of him with blank eyes.

"It's Christmas, and it's rare that the weather is so good, the snow has stopped." Ziyin made it to the side of the bed, put Zizi's head on her thighs, and gently stroked Zizi's long hair with her slender hands.

"Xiaoyin, go back to bed and continue sleeping." Zizi patted the other side of the bed.

"Really, it's getting late, I made breakfast, let's get up." Ziyin gently patted Zizi's head and stood up.

"Hmm~"

"It's another Christmas, so I guess there won't be anything going out today." Ziyin looked at the direction of the window, and the snowflakes were flying outside the window, fluttering towards the window glass like thousands of butterflies, bumping mischievously on the glass, and flying to the side.

Ziyin has been in this place for two years and nearly three years, but Ziyin has not found any news about Agares, nor any news about the gods of this world, and Ziyin even thinks that the gods of this world have fallen.

I have to say that Zizi is really right, or it should be said that Ziyin is really the person Zizi is destined for.

Ziyin looked at the scene outside. The little hand gradually grabbed Ziyin's arm, "It's another winter." Zizi's little hand gradually grasped Ziyin's fingers. And on the ring finger of that little white hand, there was an extremely luxurious ring.

"It's been almost three years" Ziyin looked at the snow scene outside, and his eyes were a little distracted.

"Hmm~"

Three years ago. On the private island of the Sanqianyuan family, Ziyin met Zizi for the first time, and then was pulled by the person Zizi was destined to be a housekeeper. Three years has happened quite a lot.

It's just that Ziyin has always been the most competent and perfect housekeeper who stays by Zizi's side, maybe it should be said that Ziyin is really the destined person of Zizi. The one who fell in love with her, protected her and loved her.

Two years ago, Ziyin and Zizi officially became husband and wife, but Ziyin still sometimes calls Zizi Miss, but who knows if this is a term of endearment for her or what?

In the past three years, it is not so much that Ziyin can't find news of Agares, but that he hasn't looked for it at all. If it's really news. Zizi's body can be regarded as one, and the power on Zizi's body has been completely restrained.

was restrained by Ziyin, now Zizi will not live as she said, it is estimated that she will not live long, and it can even be said that Zizi's lifespan is unlimited like Ziyin, as long as Ziyin does not die, then she may not die.

And when Zizi really knew Ziyin's identity, he was indeed frightened, praying to the stars, praying that his destined person would appear. And the person he was destined to be a figure that even the gods had to look up to.

"Forget it. Let's go have breakfast. It's Christmas today, let's go out for a walk in a while, Miss~" Ziyin turned her head to look at her lover next to her.

"Hmm!" A bright smile appeared on Zizi's face, "You are my destined person." That's nice. Xiaoyin~"

"It's really lively" Zizi took Ziyin's arm and looked at the situation on the street. At this time, it can indeed be said that it is too lively, or it should be said that it should be so lively.

There are a lot of newcomers on the streets. And couples are not in the minority. It was once said that any holiday is dog abuse. In Ziyin's opinion, this is indeed the case, specializing in abusing single dogs. If someone wants to refute. Then the streets of Christmas are more than enough to slap those people in the face.

It's just that more than those couples, it is estimated that the clerks who are preparing for Christmas. After all, today is Christmas, although Ziyin has not been out of the street in the past two days, but according to Ziyin's understanding.

Isn't it usually prepared before Christmas Eve, but now it's Christmas to get it.

"Xiaoyin, over there~" Zizi took Laziyin's hand and pointed in one direction.

Ziyin looked in the direction of Zizi, and in that direction stood a person, a woman, wearing a red-and-white coat with a white fake beard around her chin.

Obviously, it's supposed to be a part-time job playing Santa Claus.

"Santa Claus?" Ziyin looked at Zizi next to him questioningly, but Zizi just shook his head and pointed in that direction again, and Ziyin looked at Zizi's little hand again.

Next to the man dressed as Santa Claus stood a man and a woman, who didn't look too old, but they were dressed in very ordinary clothes.

The man was wearing an old suit and had the feeling of an office worker. And the woman standing beside him was also dressed in the most ordinary housewife outfit. It doesn't seem like a big deal.

It's just that what really makes Ziyin feel strange is that they are all playing slot machines with fanatical expressions on their faces. Although gambling is not too restricted in Japan, it is not too unusual to see casinos or gamblers on the streets.

It's just that the sound of their faces can see that this is fanaticism, or it should be said that these two people are gamblers who are addicted to gambling at all.

"Forget it, don't pay attention to them, Zizi. These people don't have anything to see, they are just people who have lost their lives. Ziyin shook her head, those who were not qualified to let Ziyin pay too much attention.

"Lost life?"

"Life is a gamble, they lose in the casino, they lose in reality. Instead of treating gambling as a job, it's better to find a job and work hard. Ziyin pursed her lips, the gambler's life is not worth caring about.

"So, did I win the bet on this aspect of my life?" Zizi grabbed Ziyin's arm, and a bright smile appeared on her little face. That's right, he won the bet, and the man who was destined to be there is now by her side.

"Forget it, let's go. A rare Christmas, although it has nothing to do with me, is just a rare holiday. (To be continued.) )