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All the furnishings in Xie Jinhuan's home are brand new, and you can tell from a glance that they just moved in not long ago.

The villa is decorated in a minimalist style of black, white and gray. Tang Qiaoer can tell at a glance that all the furniture and home appliances are from the world's top brands and are low-key luxury.

As soon as she came in, she felt a little cold and slightly shrank her shoulders.

It's not that the heating is not enough, but the empty space and the monotonous colors make people feel a depressing coolness visually.

"Qiaoqiao, are you a little cold?"

Xie Jinhuan personally took out a pair of pure white women's plush slippers from the shoe cabinet, knelt on one knee and placed them at Tang Qiaoer's feet. "Put them on quickly. I'll turn up the heating."

Tang Qiaoer's long eyelashes fluttered and she put her fair and shiny feet into the warm slippers.

Fluffy and very comfortable.

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The shoes are new and even fit the size. It was like it was specially prepared for her.

"Master, you are back." Zhou's mother, who had taken care of their mother and son all year round, came out to greet them with a smile.

"Qiaoqiao, this is Mother Zhou."

Xie Jinhuan introduced with a smile, "Mother Zhou, this is..."

"I know, I know! Is it Miss Tang that you are thinking about so much? Hello, Miss Tang!"

Zhou's mother was so enthusiastic that she kept looking at Tang Qiao'er, "She's so beautiful... what a great beauty! My God... she's even more beautiful than the top lady in the Mori State beauty pageant!"

Tang Qiaoer's cheeks were rosy, her beautiful eyes were curved, and she was a little shy, "Thank you for your compliment, Mother Zhou."

"Come in, come in, it's cold outside, isn't it? Master, my wife is waiting for you!"

Zhou Ma led them to the living room, looking back at them from time to time along the way. The more she looked at them, the more she liked them, and the more they looked at them, the more they seemed like a perfect match.

Tang Qiaoer felt a little uneasy.

In her impression, she could not remember clearly what Mrs. Xie looked like.

When I went to Xie's house to play when I was a child, Mr. Xie came out to receive them alone, and Mrs. Xie rarely showed up. After meeting her twice by chance, she only remembered that Mrs. Xie was a rather gentle and kind woman.

"mom!"

Hearing Xie Jinhuan's call, the middle-aged woman wrapped in a camel-colored velvet blanket and sitting in a wheelchair slowly turned around.

Tang Qiaoer's breath was suffocated and she felt a little uncomfortable.

Mrs. Xie is about the same age as Aunt Min, but her hair is gray and her beauty is late.

"Son! My son is back!"

Mrs. Xie suddenly smiled. Although she was old, she still smiled very beautifully, which showed how outstandingly beautiful she was when she was young.

Xie Jinhuan hurriedly walked over and hugged his mother, "Mom, Miss Tang is here to visit you."

"Ah...is it Qiaoqiao? Is it Qiaoqiao?"

Mrs. Xie looked as lively as a child, looking at Tang Qiaoer with eyes full of love, "Quick! Mother Zhou, Mother Zhou!"

"Hey, I'm here, madam!" Zhou's mother responded hurriedly.

"Quickly, get some juice for Qiaoqiao and some candies for Qiaoqiao!"

"Good good!"

Zhou Ma hurriedly grabbed a handful of colorful candies from the exquisite snack box on the coffee table and enthusiastically held them in front of Tang Qiaoer, "Miss Tang, you can eat the candies."

Tang Qiaoer was a little surprised and took the candy.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Xie’s way of entertaining guests was so special, she even handed out candy.

"Ah Jin, from now on you should bring your children to play at home from time to time! Don't be afraid of disturbing Mom, she is just afraid that you will be alone and no one will play with you." Mrs. Xie said and looked at her son worriedly.

Tang Qiaoer was suddenly startled, and her stunned eyes fell on Xie Jinhuan inch by inch.

"Mom, don't worry, with Qiaoqiao by my side, I won't be lonely at all."

Sadness flashed through Xie Jinhuan's eyes, and he gently stroked Mrs. Xie's back, "Even if all the children ignore me, Qiaoqiao will not ignore me."

"Okay, okay... From now on, Qiao Qiao, you should come and play with A Jin at home more often!" Mrs. Xie looked at Tang Qiao'er with a kind look, just like she was still the little girl fifteen years ago.

"Thank you, Mrs. Xie."

Tang Qiaoer was moved, walked over and knelt on one knee in front of Mrs. Xie, raised her beautiful face and smiled brightly, "Jin has me as a friend by his side, don't worry!"

……

Xie Jinhuan took off his suit, and with his tall and slender figure wearing a white shirt and gray vest, he went to the kitchen with an air of nobility.

Although Tang Qiaoer was a guest, she was really embarrassed to have the fourth young master of the Xie family cook for her.

So she followed him to the kitchen.

"Let me help you. You don't even have a cook at home. How long will it take to cook so many dishes?" Tang Qiaoer looked at the high-end ingredients on the table, neatly rolled up her sleeves, and felt the urge to cook.

"It's okay, everything is ready. Seafood is easy to cook, it will be done quickly."

As he said that, Xie Jinhuan looked at her with worried eyes and said in a soft voice, "Qiaoqiao, I remember that you are allergic to smoke. There is oil fume in the kitchen. You should go to the living room and chat with my mother."

Tang Qiaoer's whole body was tense, and her clear eyes flashed with surprise, "How did you know that I'm allergic to smoke?"

"Do you still remember? When we were young, Uncle Tang brought you to our house as a guest. My eldest brother asked for barbecue, so he ordered a few servants to have a barbecue in the backyard."

Later, smoke drifted out, and Uncle Tang nervously took you away, saying that you were allergic to the smoke. I still remember that Uncle Tang was anxious and angry at that time, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and even scolded my father. "

Xie Jinhuan chuckled, "It can be seen that Qiao Qiao is Uncle Tang's favorite."

Tang Qiaoer stared at him blankly, an inexplicable sadness welling up in her heart, slowly rising up and pouring down her nose.

She endured it again and again, but the circles under her eyes still turned slightly red, secreting a glimmer of light.

She had been with Shen Jingjue for three years and cooked for three years, but that man had no idea that she was allergic to smoke.

However, Xie Jinhuan still remembers a small incident more than ten years ago.

"It's okay, I'll help you."

Tang Qiaoer stood side by side with him in front of the pool, her head buried deeply, and she was handling the fresh ingredients skillfully.

Xie Jinhuan's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he quietly took a step towards her.

"Qiaoqiao, thank you."

"You invited me to dinner, I should thank you."

"Not because of this."

Xie Jinhuan Qingyue's voice was hoarse and he smiled bitterly, "You have seen my mother's condition. Her memory has deteriorated greatly. Sometimes she doesn't recognize me, and sometimes she feels that I am still a seven or eight-year-old child."

"I understand, this is one of the manifestations of Alzheimer's disease." Tang Qiaoer sighed quietly.

"I really appreciate your willingness to work with me to make her happy."

The two looked at each other at the same time, and their foreheads collided inadvertently.

They were both startled, then laughed.

……

In the villa, there is warmth and joy.

Outside the villa, it was freezing cold and the north wind was blowing.

As if made of iron, Shen Jingjue stood motionless outside the villa, staring directly at the bright and warm light, eager to see through it.

He didn't know how long he had been standing, nor how long he would continue to stand.

He has only one thought at the moment.

Wait for her, wait until she comes out to see him.

She'll always come out, right?

Suddenly, Shen Jingjue felt a slight chill on his face, and the chill that penetrated his heart and spleen spread all over his body.

He slowly raised his head, and fine and dense crystal snowflakes fell one by one on his pale face, blending into his bloodshot starry eyes.

Snowing.

It’s the first snow since the beginning of winter in Shengjing.

If we can get together in the snow today, we will be together for the rest of our lives.

Tang Qiaoer, I want to enjoy this first snowfall with you...

Shen Jingjue exhaled clouds of hot white mist, took out his cell phone tremblingly, and dialed Tang Qiaoer's number.