Rong Qi looked at him with questions, she didn't speak, he didn't speak, realizing that the coat was wet with I don't know how much water, "Rong Huaijing." Hands break away.

At the door, he heard calling himself, and he answered.

"Give me your coat."

Rong Huaijing stood half-leaning on Xiao Congsu, lazily and lazily, raising his chin and asking what was the matter.

She stretched out her hand, tilted her head, and said, "Borrow you a piece of clothing, you have a lot of clothes anyway."

Rong Huaijing likes to dress up and pretend clothes, others are cloakrooms, he is according to the building, and the people around him wonder from time to time whether he and Rong Qi have the wrong character.

"Hey, I don't even call my brother if I don't have a conscience." Complaining, his hand had already taken off his coat and threw it inside.

Rong Qi caught it steadily, and hugged Shen Qingchi's whole person, he was tall and had to tiptoe.

Looking at her appearance, Rong Huaijing had a sour toothache, how could he not be so good to his own brother.

Just thinking about it, I saw a figure walking in the snow, facing the sound of hunting wind, all down, cold and inviolable.

looked at the two people in the room again, smiled without saying a word, and the smile in the peach blossom eyes tended to expand.

"Rong Qi, look at his mental state, I suggest you send him back in person, of course, as an elder brother, although you don't like it, you can still bear him holding your hand."

After Xiao Cong saw Chi Yan appear, how could he not understand what he meant, and scolded him for being a fox, an old woman who was a cunning thousand-year-old fox.

To be honest, the last time Rong Qi and he investigated the car accident, it really had nothing to do with Chi Yan, but he was still skeptical, he couldn't say what was wrong, Rong Qi said that he was a good person and would not do that.

He's only good to you.

Xiao is not stupid, from the first time the man saw him, it was undisguised cold.

Where it came from, I don't know, in short, he is not a good stubble.

Chi Yan came alone, without an umbrella, and the snow fell on his shoulders, still calm and noble.

Passing over the two of them, they saw what was inside, to their surprise, without any change in expression.

He just stood there, his gaze firmly entangled, "Perch."

Rong Qi first responded, asking Xiao Zeng to remember to go to Lin Wei to get the ointment, she had already done what she should do, and it was inconvenient to meddle with the rest of the secrets, and finally, he took a deep look at Shen Qingchi, who had slowly turned around his emotions, and walked without memorial.

Passing by two people standing at the door, one on the left and one on the right, I didn't think so much, Rong Huaijing took off his coat and wore a short-sleeved shirt, with traces of perennial exercise on his arms, looking thin, but actually strong and powerful, so he called the assistant to send the clothes over.

Xiao Congsu diligently photographed the snow scene for Xie Yan and Qiao Yang, who were far away in Jingzhou, and did not avoid one more person in the camera.

Rong Qi ignored the two of them, and walked straight over to hold Chi Yan's hand, wanting to be avoided by him, "Wait."

Suddenly, the man took out a white handkerchief, which was embroidered with delicate and gorgeous roses, which was lifelike.

Because of the height difference, he leaned over slightly, seriously and gently rubbing his hands that were thinner and longer than him.

I just saw it, and it was this hand that was caught by the man.

Fold the handkerchief that wiped his fingers and took it back, he automatically put it back on, put his ten fingers together, and smiled at her, "Let's go."

No one saw it, this scene was clearly seen by the boy hidden in the white cotton clothes with his chin attached, and Qingrong's pure eyes were gradually occupied by dark colors.