The ski resort is empty and quiet.

The lights reflect the white snow and illuminate the inky blue sky above the slopes.

On the high point of the ramp, the woman sat on a leeward lounge chair, carrying an empty wine bottle in her hand, and the goblet resting on the table, the wind blowing her hair out of her hood, brushing against the corners of her mouth.

Zhou Zhiheng watched from the sidelines, and an urge to brush away the broken hair for her arose.

Half an hour ago, Jiang Jianing received a voice call from Zhou Zhiheng on his mobile phone.

On the night that Xue Rin'an deleted it, Jiang Jianing searched WeChat again and added people.

None of the verification messages are prompted.

It's just that after adding it, neither of them spoke, and this was the first time Zhou Zhiheng had called her.

He knew that Xue Rin'an hadn't gone back.

And she definitely didn't sleep and was still waiting for Xue Rin'an.

He called her and said he wanted something for her, and to her surprise she agreed.

He felt that she just didn't want to embarrass him too much.

Zhou Zhiheng smiled the same as the last time they met, and took out a paper bag from his backpack, "I saw that you have posted it in your circle of friends, and I bought it for you just when I passed by."

The paper bag is printed with the logo of Lee Kee.

Inside is chestnut crisp and red bean cake.

Jiang Jianing remembered that her circle of friends that day was posted last summer, when she was working part-time and happened to be in the milk tea shop next to this store, and jointly organized an activity for employees to post.

Jiang Jianing looked at him, "Are you passing by on the five-kilometer night road?"

She opened it, and the red bean cake in it was still freshly baked, with a shallow temperature.

Zhou Zhiheng was a little embarrassed by this straightforward remark, and scratched his head, "No, I want to taste it myself."

Jiang Jianing took a bite of chestnut crisp, the skin was crispy, and the chestnuts inside were soft and glutinous and sweet.

"Thank you." Jiang Jianing smiled.

Being able to eat freshly baked chestnut crisp in the middle of the night, Jiang Jianing felt that it was necessary for him to take a circle of friends.

Jiang Jianing asked Zhou Zhiheng to move a goblet and concave a background board for her, with pictures and text, and just wanted to send it to Moments, Xue Rin'an's call came.

also blamed her for her quick hand, she clicked to answer, and it was too late to hang up again.

Xue Rin'an's angry voice came from the earpiece.

"Where?"

Jiang Jianing sighed and leaned back in his chair, "Look at the circle of friends."

Then she hung up.

Xue Rin'an: "......"

Listening to the busy sound of being hung up in his ears, Xue Rin'an frowned imperceptibly.

When I dialed it again, there was a mechanical female voice in the receiver of the mobile phone: "The phone you dialed has been turned off."

Xue Rin'an's circle of friends is an ornament.

He doesn't post on Moments, nor does he brush Moments.

And the first time he swiped the circle of friends, it turned out to be because of Jiang Jianing.

At this point in time, Jiang Jianing's status just now is really at the top.

[White snow, dark night, chestnut crisp. 】

In a very clear photograph, the blurred vista is snow-white, and in the near distance is a woman's slender white hand, pinching a piece of crispy chestnut crisp, and the magnificent red wine in a goblet glass is hidden in it.

The point is not the chestnut pastry, nor the goblet glass.

Rather, it was a man's hand that held the wine.

There are comments from colleagues in the company at the bottom, and there are a few that Xue Rinan can see.

[Wow, Sister Ning is off the list! ] 】

[Who is the handsome guy?] 】

【Treats!】 】

By the time Xue Rin'an came to the ski resort, it was already twenty minutes later.

He took the escalator to the makeshift rest area above the ramp.

It was freezing in the middle of the night, the weather was already cold, and the high places were even more cold.

But there was no one on the lounge.

It was empty, except for a nighttime lantern that reflected the snow.

Xue Rin'an pinched his phone, and his voice overflowed from between his teeth with the cold wind from above: "Jiang Jianing."

Suddenly, a figure approached silently from behind, slammed into his arms from behind, and poked directly into his coat with two small hands.

「surprise！」

The cold hand touched the man's fiery belly through a thin layer of knitted thread, and the woman's smiling bright little face looked up at him.

Xue Rin'an held her cold little hand, frowning, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Jiang Jianing drilled directly through the gap between the buttons of his shirt, and the corners of his lips rose upward, "It's so warm."

Xue Rin'an was contracted by Bing's lower abdomen, and scolded, but he didn't take out her hand, holding the woman's slender wrist and pulling it back.

It was like she was deliberately clinging to him and hugging him.

"You're alone?"

That's almost asking who the man in the photo is.

The smile on Jiang Jianing's face became more obvious, and his chin rested on his chest, "Guess."

There is a circle of fluffy fox fur on her hat, which makes her palm-sized little face even more petite, her facial features are delicate and beautiful, and her small nose is red from the cold.

Xue Rin'an's eyebrows sank suddenly, and he directly dragged her hand away, turned his head and left.

He felt that he had fallen into an evil spirit, so he ran to the ski resort in the middle of the night after a phone call from her.

Jiang Jianing didn't expect him to move suddenly, his arm was pulled away, and he staggered forward twice with an unstable center of gravity, and fell on the snow, making a muffled sound.

Xue Rin'an took two steps forward, and when he turned his head, he saw that the woman was still lying on her stomach in the snow, face down, her hat buttoned on her head, and she was motionless.

A little uneasiness rose in his heart, and he came back to himself.

"Jiang Jianing?"

The woman still didn't move.

He squatted down on his knees, reached out to pull her hat, and the next second, his wrist was suddenly held by the woman, driven by the woman's whole body, and fell backwards violently.

He was caught off guard by the woman and fell into a large pile of loose snow, and there was a gentle slope below, until he was more than ten meters away, and then stopped.

Jiang Jianing was lying on the man's chest, the hair ring with her long hair was loose, and a lock hung down from the hood of the thick down jacket, scratching the man's chin.

"Jiang, Jia, Ning!"

Xue Rin'an's head was covered with snow.

Jiang Jianing held the man's wrist and could feel the slight beating of the green tendons when his fingers were forced.

"It took me three hours to cook, I waited for you for four hours, and I went back to the pot to heat the dish three times, Mr. Xue," she blew the snow falling from Xue Rin'an's broken hair on his forehead, held his face, and rubbed it on his cold lips, "I'm not angry yet."

Her lips were icy and landed on the man's lips like a drop of ice water.

"Are you wronged?" The man asked.

Jiang Jianing nodded and shook his head, "Don't dare to be wronged."

Xue Rin'an's pupils swelled underneath, turned over and pressed her, shackled her legs, and bit her lip fiercely.

The searchlight in the distance swung and hit the two of them, and small snowflakes fell one after another, falling on the woman's curly eyelashes.

The kiss in the night is so hot that it makes people's hearts palpitate.

A ringing of a mobile phone pierced the silence of this snowy night.

Jiang Jianing was panting very quickly, her cheeks were flushed, and the afterglow of the mist fell on the man's constantly lit mobile phone screen, showing three words: [Ruan Qingqiu].

Jiang Jianing suddenly had an urge in his heart to pull the man's wrist, "Don't take it."