On a bitterly cold winter day, the cold wind pierced the bone marrow, and the ground was already covered with thick snow all night.

In a luxurious mansion, there is an extremely dilapidated small courtyard, even if it is dressed in the silver of the Winter Maiden, it is still incompatible with the luxurious and atmospheric mansion.

A thinly dressed and shabby girl was laboriously carrying a bucket and walking on the thick snow, leaving a series of delicate footprints of different shades.

No one could have imagined that the Feng family, the first family of the world's most prominent family in Cangming, would have such a shabby and dilapidated corner.

The girl paused and sighed in her palms and rubbed her hands.

This weather, yesterday was a good thing, how did haode become white overnight.

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" finally came to the dilapidated wooden door, and heard a heart-rending cough from inside the house.

The girl immediately put down the bucket and pushed the door in.

"Mother, are you okay?"

On the wooden bed lay a pale-faced woman, her beautiful face full of pain.

"Ya'er, you're back! cough cough cough...... It's frozen, come to bed. ”

The woman's face was full of love, and she would only show such a gentle smile when she faced Wu Qingya.

couldn't bear to see her disappointed expression, Wu Qingya nodded and trotted a few steps to the wooden bed, took off her shoes and got into the quilt.

Although the quilt is very thin, it is already the warmest place in the entire broken courtyard.

Nalan Yuechi turned over with difficulty, and hugged Wu Qingya sideways, this child is so thin.

Wu Qingya's body stiffened, she had never been so close to anyone.

Before this, she was not a dancer, she was a special female soldier from the 21st century, returning from a difficult and dangerous training, but unexpectedly a plane crash.

She jumped, but the damn parachute failed.

When she woke up again, her soul lived in this thin body, so it no longer matters who she was in the past, the important thing is that she is now Wu Qingya, a second miss of the dancer who is spurned by everyone in the first family of Cangming.

In fact, Wu Qingya was not born to the head of the family, but the daughter of the younger brother of the head of the family, Wu Xingming, but the short-lived father died early, leaving the hard-working mother Nalan Yuechi, but Nalan Yuechi is a dead eye, and she has to stay in this place where people go to tea.

The dancing star is the prime minister of the dynasty, and a family with a prominent and pretentious family like a dancer will never allow a waste like her to tarnish the brilliant reputation of a dancer, so she is not welcomed.

Her body gradually warmed up, her thin body softened, and she was really sleepy.

On such a cold day, this mother's arms are really warm, so I want to sleep well.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard a few footsteps outside.

Wu Qingya frowned slightly, her ears moved, and the three of them ......

The originally tattered wooden door was kicked open by a "snap", and Wu Qingya said secretly: Damn, kick the door of the old lady a few more times.

"When you see me, you don't get up to salute, are you too sick to get out of bed like your sick mother?"

The other two folded their hands in front of their chests, their faces full of schadenfreude.

Wu Ling glared fiercely, she said that this slut has a big life, you can't beat it to death like that, a slut is a slut!