During the New Year's Day, the snow fell for a while, there was no posture to stop, there was a thick layer on the road, and the three-day holiday, except for the first day of going out, Ni Chenghuan stayed at home for the other two days, a little lazy.

Yan Lizheng seems to like snow days very much, and she takes pictures of the snowman she built for her every day, and she has consciously blocked his news.

After New Year's Day, the snow didn't fall again, but the weather was colder, and the howling north wind seemed to smash the doors and windows of her house.

The potted camellia she planted on the balcony was about to bloom, but before it could be a gale, it fell to the ground, and the ceramic pot was torn apart and the soil was scattered on the ground.

She took a look at it and couldn't help but feel a little pity, she had been planting for more than half a year, and she was waiting for the flowering period of less than two months.

But he didn't have the time to deal with it, and planned to find someone to deal with it.

Before going out to work, she glanced at the weather forecast, and it was suitable to add an extra sweater today, but she didn't like it to be bloated, so she didn't wear it.

As soon as she arrived downstairs at the company, she couldn't help sneezing, her nose was a little blocked, the assistant saw this, bought her a box of cold medicine, she took a cup, and the nasal congestion was relieved a lot.

At noon, Shang Yunyan called her and asked her to talk about cooperation, she hesitated for a while and went to the restaurant he had booked.

"Happy New Year, it's been a long time since I've seen Miss Ni."

Ni Cheng smiled lightly, "Happy New Year." As soon as she sat down, she sneezed.

"It's getting colder and colder lately, so keep warm." Shang Yunyan cared.

Ni Chenghuan nodded, "Thank you for your concern."

It's talking about cooperation, but it's more like chatting under the guise of work.

The conversation is not devoted, but it can pass the time, but it just so happens that she has a little cold and has no interest in work.

The other party is examining herself, and she is also measuring the other party.

It wasn't until five o'clock in the afternoon that they ended chatting.

"Then the cooperation I proposed, Miss Ni will go back and consider it." Shang Yunyan said with a smile.

Ni Chenghuan smiled lightly, "It is our honor to cooperate with your company, and I will definitely consider it carefully."

Before getting off work in the evening, Mu Yihan asked her to dinner, but she didn't refuse.

Mu Yihan is a good choice for her, mature and steady, gentle and elegant.

She doesn't plan to die alone, and she doesn't hang herself from a tree.

While you are young, learn more about them and make the best choice.

At night, it was colder and the sky was snowing lightly, but the streets were brightly lit and crowded.

"Happy New Year." Mu Yihan handed her a bouquet of camellias.

"Thank you and Happy New Year." She smiled and took the bouquet of white camellia that was even cooler in the snowflakes.

"Sorry, I have something to attend to during the holidays." Mu Yihan was apologetic.

Ni Chenghuan shook his head and handed him the umbrella in his hand, "It's good now, the last time we met, it was also a snowy day."

He's not who she's yet, sorry to say far away.

"Well, I'm lucky to be with you on New Year's Eve." He put away his umbrella, took hers, and went into the dining room shoulder to shoulder with her.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, after they left the restaurant, they went to the top of the mountain to watch the fireworks, and Ni Chenghuan was in a rare good mood, took a photo and uploaded it to the circle of friends.

Mu Yihan and her synchronous circle of friends, the next day when she got up, she turned on her phone, and a prompt popped up in the background, and their mutual friend Sheng Jing liked Mu Yihan's circle of friends.

She clicked on Sheng Jing's homepage and neatly deleted his friends, without even thinking about it, even if it was a moment of hesitation.

Compared with Sheng Jing's vigor, she prefers a long stream of water, and such a peaceful day is the normal state of life.

After eating, Mu Yihan took her to the movie, he picked a recently released love movie, the movie reached its climax, and the couples in the movie theater held hands, and even kissed fiercely.

At the end of the movie, Ni Chenghuan said that he wanted to go out to breathe, so they went out of the mall, sat on a bench by the river, and let the snow fall on them.

Not long after sitting down, Ni Chenghuan sneezed, Mu Yi

Han laughed, "Sometimes I think you're funny."

After saying that, he took off his coat and handed it to her.

Ni Chenghuan was a little uncomfortable with the cold, took the coat and draped it on her body, the residual temperature on the clothes dispelled the cold, and the corners of her mouth curled up when she looked at him: "What do you say?"

Mu Yihan thought for a moment and said, "I can't say it, probably because you make me feel different from everyone else."

Ni Chenghuan was slightly stunned and smiled lightly: "It's just you praising me."

"Of course it's a compliment on you," he smiled, for a long time, and then added, "Sometimes I think you're cold, but sometimes you're cute."

Ni Chenghuan raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at him, "Cute?"

She didn't expect that one day someone would describe her with such words.

"For example, now, my nose is red from the cold, and I still refuse to go in." Mu Yihan laughed, but accompanied her.

"I think it's a beautiful thing to snow." She raised her eyes to look at the snowflakes.

It's the movie just now, the hero and heroine have been entangled for so long, and finally separated, she felt bored and panicked, and she didn't ease up for a long time.

It's a fact to let go, but the feelings that I don't want to recall are also real, it's a scar, and I still don't feel good in retrospect.

"Well," Mu Yihan naturally took her hand that was frozen red and covered it in the palm of her hand, "Why are your hands so cold."

The hand that was already unconscious from the cold touched a corner of warmth, she was stunned for a long time and did not ease up, and subconsciously wanted to retract it, but he didn't pay attention to her slight struggle, and covered her hand in the palm of his hand with both hands.

"My grandmother said that people with cold hands have a warm heart." Mu Yihan said with a smile to himself.

Ni Chenghuan was stunned when he heard this, and forgot for a while to retract his hand, so he let him cover it in the palm of his hand.

"Ahh

Ni Chenghuan sneezed again, and Mu Yihan let go of her hand, handed her a pack of tissues, and said, "Let's go back, it's too cold outside."

"Okay."

The cold wind blew the night before, Ni Chenghuan's cold worsened the next day, and her speech was thick nasal, Mu Yihan blamed herself when she found out, but she smiled, "It's okay, it's all my fault for going to blow the wind."

It just so happened that Meng Nanqing was resting on this day, and she was going to ask her to go shopping, but when she heard that she had a cold, she took her directly to the hot pot restaurant, saying that she was fighting poison with poison.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Ni Chenghuan not only did not get better, but even worsened, and when he woke up, his whole body seemed to be burning and he was drained.

She struggled to get up, took her temperature, thirty-eight degrees six, took out the antipyretics, took a glass of warm water, swallowed the medicine, and lay back on the bed.

In a daze, Meng Nanqing's phone called and asked her what the effect of fighting poison with poison was.

Ni Chenghuan's voice was uncomfortable, but he still replied, "It should be that the cold wind blew during the day yesterday, and now I have a little low-grade fever......