drink snow and ice

When the strong man twisted her arm and dragged her out of the car, she realized that she had come to Zhang's house again, which was the mansion where Zhang Min brought her to meet his father last time.

This villa is located in the suburbs, remote and quiet, there are no other houses within a radius of two kilometers.

Zhang Yimin waited for her at the door with a cane on his back, and when he saw Chu Yuanyuan got off the car, he smiled a little: "It's flattering to see me, an old man, at such a late hour."

Chu Yuanyuan only wanted to scold her mother, brushed her messy long hair, and said with a dry smile: "I don't know what happened, but I suddenly missed you in the middle of the night."

"Filial piety to the elderly is a traditional virtue, and Yuanyuan is a good girl." Zhang Yimin signaled to the driver to drag Chu Yuanyuan in.

The taxi driver was tall and strong, standing next to Chu Yuanyuan was a lot taller than her, with well-developed muscles, and the shadow he cast was enough to bury her completely.

Chu Yuanyuan was so counseled to death, when the strong man grabbed his arm and lifted it halfway, he yelled: "I gave my friend a license plate when I got in the car, and I also opened location sharing with her, if she doesn't go back, she will call the police of."

"Stupid boy." Zhang Yimin took two steps down the steps: "My future father-in-law treats you to a supper, is that a big deal? If the police come, dad will cook a bowl of noodles for them too."

After finishing speaking, he gave the driver a wink: "Don't drag it in yet."

It is said that eating supper is really eating supper, a table of cold dishes, and a bowl of eel noodles.

"Eat." Mr. Zhang stuffed the chopsticks to her: "I'm waiting for insurance in the middle of the night, must I be hungry?"

If you want to kill her, it is definitely not a cheap way to kill her by poisoning, not to mention that she is really hungry, and she went back to see Mrs. Chu before she had lunch.

Seeing him, he felt cautious, and he didn't even think about eating. It's been a day, and his stomach is almost starving. Chu Yuanyuan felt that it must be more decent to die than starve to death.

When she was spitting out noodles, Zhang Yimin's expression was always kind, as if he was looking at his dearest granddaughter, and he saw Chu Yuanyuan's goosebumps all over his body.

While she was drinking the soup, the butler came up to Zhang Yimin and whispered something in Zhang Yimin's ear, and the old man burst into laughter: "A rare guest, I don't usually invite her here, why don't you let her in quickly."

He Xueyan came here in pajamas, an off-white coral fleece home suit, and a black double-faced woolen coat over it, with long straight hair hanging down her waist, which was gorgeous and moving.

"This side looks really good." The woman pulled out a chair and sat down beside her: "Daddy, can I have a bowl too?"

Her fleshy and well-proportioned hands crossed lightly on the pear wood tabletop, as beautiful as a jade carving, and it must be the work of a master.

He Xueyan turned his face to look at Chu Yuanyuan, pretending to be so surprised that he found out that it was her: "Yuan Yuan is here too? I thought I was the only one who was having nightmares and worried that my father would be too worried to come and see."

"Oh?" Zhang Yimin seemed to be aroused by her words: "Does Xiaoyan also dream about his father? What kind of dream?"

"I dreamed that you were dead, and the two brothers Achao and Xiaomin were crying so sad." He Xueyan took some beef slices, wrapped them in a spicy dipping dish, wrapped them in hot sauce, and put them in his mouth.

Instead of being angry, the old man smiled even more intensely, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were densely clustered together: "Did Xiaoyan cry?"

The housekeeper served a bowl of noodles again, and the woman brushed her long hair behind her ears, and took a bite. The taste was not bad, spicy and fresh, and the old chef of the Zhang family was really good at it.

"No." He Xueyan shook her head, her brows curved into a gentle smile: "Because it's fake."

He Xueyan ate a bowl of noodles slowly, the atmosphere was very strange, Chu Yuanyuan was restless, while Mr. Zhang looked kindly at the person eating the noodles and occasionally looked at her.

"I should go back. I'll be worried if I don't see Ah Chao tomorrow." The man who was already eating noodles pushed the bowl away, stood up and was about to leave.

Chu Yuanyuan didn't know whether he should follow up immediately, he hesitated to stand up and was a little scared.

He Xueyan was almost at the door, and suddenly turned his head and said to Zhang Yimin: "I drove here, why don't you let me take Yuan Yuan back."

Mr. Zhang glanced at Chu Yuanyuan, and the little girl immediately stood up when she heard that sentence, her eyes sparkled and she wished she could leave with He Xueyan immediately.

There's no point in forcing him to stay, he nodded: "Go, but I really didn't know that Xiaoyan and Yuanyuan have such a good relationship."

As he said that, he looked at Chu Yuanyuan again, with a kind face on his face: "Next time you want to eat noodles, remember to come and see Dad."

Maybe because he came in a hurry, He Xueyan only wore a pair of suede house slippers, and his exposed heels were a little red from the cold. Chu Yuanyuan felt sore, and raised his hand to pinch some of her cuffs.

She was half a head taller than Chu Yuanyuan, and Chu Yuanyuan could see her snowy profile and eyelashes like butterfly wings when he turned his head.

So beautiful that it makes my heart tremble.

He Xueyan turned around and kissed her. Her lips were a little cold, falling like frost and snow, and it felt sweet when it fell on her heart.

How could it be so cold and so sweet, Chu Yuanyuan thought silently before his mind was disturbed.