On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Wen Cha invited Chen Shuang and Hu Ji to the cinema to watch "Mother's Flower", which was her first heroine and had profound commemorative significance.

The three of them bought popcorn and soda, sat in the movie theater, and watched Wen Cha's role in it with great interest, and from time to time they let out a few exclamations to praise Wen Cha's acting skills.

Chen Shuang on the side looked a little serious, he has always been determined to transform the originally relaxed entertainment into an event more complicated than a meeting, staring at the screen motionless throughout the whole process, without even blinking his eyes, let alone turning his head and discussing with Wen Cha.

The corners of Hu Ji's mouth twitched when he watched from the side, but his heart dissed him countless times, I really don't know what is good about such a man, he has no interest and no humanity, it is simply not interesting at all.

When Wen Cha saw half of it, he was a little uninterested.

She has never liked to watch her own works, firstly, she feels embarrassed, and secondly, she feels that she has been polished like that on the set, so she should leave more time to sleep.

Within minutes, she was asleep in her seat.

Seeing this, Hu Ji on the side glanced at Chen Shuang, and stretched out his hand to adjust a more comfortable position for Wen Cha.

Before he could reach halfway through his hand, he was cut off.

Chen Shuang opened his hand, looked at Wen Cha's quiet sleeping face, I don't know what he remembered, raised his hand to help Wen Cha's head on the side, and gently let her lean on his shoulder, there was a thick darkness in his eyes, but the expression on his face was very calm.

Hu Ji touched the hand that was beaten and hurt, and said in his heart, he can do it so calmly, how will he live his wedding days in the future?

And is it really a big husband who bullies his brother-in-law like this?

Wen Cha nestled on Chen Shuang's shoulder, feeling the tension between the two men at all, and she didn't wake up until the end of the movie.

"I slept too late last night." Hu Ji guessed: "The biological clock of the young lady should be more accurate than ours."

Chen Shuang didn't speak, and when the others were still enthusiastically wiping tears to discuss the plot, he bent down and picked Wen Cha up from his seat.

Hu Ji raised his eyebrows, but did not stop him, he followed behind the two with water and leftover popcorn, and when he left the door of the movie theater, he hesitated and did not continue to follow.

If he follows him again, he will be unlucky for a while.

It's winter, and it's snowing heavily, which paints the otherwise modern city with a layer of silver.

Chen Shuang carried Wen Cha into the car, pulled on a scarf for her, and drove the car back slowly, passing one or two pedestrians supporting each other along the way, or couples or relatives and friends, in the snow, it seemed that as long as they held hands, they would have more security.

When the car stopped, Wen Cha had already woken up, she looked at the silver outside the window, and couldn't help but exclaim, remembering the snowman she had built in the Chen family villa before, she actually wanted to pile it up this year, but her hands and feet were just right, so she still didn't want to continue to die.

Chen Shuang parked the car a little far from the floor, he stepped out of the car door, looked at the snow stains on the road ahead, and bent down to let Wen Cha lie on his back.

Wen Cha was startled, "It's better not to." ”

How can the president be her mount?

"Come up." Chen Shuang glanced at her unquestionably, and did not accept a negative answer.

"Okay, okay." Wen Cha smiled dryly and leaned over on his back.

He changed into a trench coat today, he looked very handsome, and he was carrying a girl who looked like a bear, which looked quite incompatible.

But what the parties don't mind, she still doesn't want to say it.

Chen Shuang carried her along the snow unhurriedly, his steps were very steady and heavy, and his back was broad and straight, which made her feel very secure.

Wen Cha nestled on his back, hugged his neck, sniffed the faint mint smell emanating from his body, and felt indescribably relieved.

Neither of them spoke, as if silenced by the snowflakes falling on their shoulders, but the atmosphere was not awkward.

Wen Cha was even thinking for a moment that if Chen Shuang confessed to her now, she wouldn't have to move her brain, she would agree.

Because, they have come to a white end together.

She reached out and picked up a few snowflakes, watched them melt into water threads, and retracted her cold hairy fingers into Chen Shuang's neck.

Chen Shuang paused: "What are you doing?"

The hot temperature of her fingertips made Wen Cha linger, and she put both hands into it, and said innocently, "I'm roasting the fire."

Chen Shuang: "......" You're playing with fire, right?

"Take it out." Chen Shuang said lightly.

"Don't," Wen Cha pressed his hand to the shoulder blade behind his back, and didn't forget to say with great interest: "You're so hot, it's very comfortable."

Chen Shuang: "............"

"Let me touch it." Wen Cha rubbed the muscles in the palm of her hand, and the hard feel made her disgusted, "It's not the same as I thought." ”

"How is it different?" Chen Shuang stopped and asked her in an inaudible tone.

"It's hard." Wen Cha replied.

Chen Shuang was silent, not knowing how to answer this nonsensical sentence.

"Your hands are hot, too." Wen Cha leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "In the summer, I still think you are a cold-blooded animal, and in the winter, you will become a furnace all of a sudden, is your body warm in winter and cool in summer?" ”

Chen Shuang: "............"

"Also," Wen Chale asked Taotao, "You used to park your car downstairs in my house, but today you don't, why?"

Why? Chen Shuang also wanted to ask why.

"I guess you think the snow is so beautiful that you want to carry me home." Wen Cha said with a hippie smile: "After all, on a snowy day, people who can't be white-headed together can be white-headed while walking."

People who can't be white-headed together......

Chen Shuang was shocked by this description.

"That's not the explanation." He did not hesitate to reject her claims.

"Why is that?"

"There's no why."

Wen Cha pursed her lips and complained, "Sometimes, you are very good at talking, but sometimes your mouth is harder than a stone."

Chen Shuang pointed his fingers: "Do you think it's bad?"

"There's nothing wrong with that," Wen Cha smiled slightly, "I just think that if anyone is your girlfriend, they must be very tired." ”

“……”

"Because if you don't want to say something, you won't open your mouth, and if you don't want to explain it, it's okay for ordinary people, but it's a bit outrageous for people who like you, no one wants to have an unpredictable lover."

Chen Shuang's body stiffened, "Really?" ”

"yes." Wen Cha stretched his hand out of his neckline, feeling the residual heat of his fingers, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly: "Let me go."

Chen Shuang was stunned for a moment, but Wen Cha patted his hand and broke free from his back.

She looked at the street lamp not far away, and said with a smile: "Thank you for accompanying me here, the next road, I want to go by myself, you go back."