"It's been three months."

While her breathing was tangled, the man pressed his forehead against hers and spoke softly.

Jiang Qian didn't react for a moment, "Huh?"

Shi Yan's slender fingers slowly rubbed the back of her neck through the scarf, "Go play, be careful not to fall."

Jiang Qian turned around and saw the children looking at them, and his face turned red.

"Sister, are you kissing that uncle?"

Jiang Yan was wearing a white down jacket, furry flat boots, scarves and gloves hand-knitted by Jiang's mother in pink. This outfit made her look in her twenties.

And time is tired.

Wearing a long black windbreaker and a velvet vest underneath, he does not look old, but he looks mature at a glance.

Children cannot tell their age based on their faces, they just subconsciously rely on their clothes.

"Idiot, that's her husband. My mother told me that they are husband and wife." A playful little boy pointed at his companion and joked.

The companion who was laughed at strangled him: "You know how great it is."

Several little boys were fighting in a group, while several little girls looked at the two of them curiously and said to Jiang Qian: "The husband you are looking for is the most handsome one we have ever seen."

"Yes, none of the husbands my sisters have found are as good-looking as yours."

"Where did you find it?"

Children's words are always innocent and straightforward.

Shi Yan was leaning in front of the car, his cigarette had been put out, and he was looking at her as if he was waiting for her answer.

Jiang Yan's face brightened, and under the gaze of the little girls, he coughed lightly: "I picked it up."

The little girls looked at her puzzled.

Jiang Qian: "I picked it up on the street."

Maybe it's because she's been with Shi Yan for a long time, or maybe it's a compulsory course for every boss to lie seriously, and even when she talks about such nonsense, her face doesn't turn red and her heart doesn't beat.

When Shi was tired of hearing the words, he chuckled.

In the understanding of the little girls, it is like acquiescence.

It snowed on New Year's Eve.

Auspicious snow is a good sign for a good harvest.

Father and Mother Jiang were making dumplings and cooking glutinous rice balls inside.

Lu Ping was on the side calling Shi Shaojin to listen to the news.

Jiang Yan wanted to help make dumplings, but Jiang's mother kicked him out in disgust: "Don't touch my hands, don't touch my hands. I'll give you this noodle dumpling when you're free. You can pinch it and play with it yourself. Don't make any trouble."

Jiang Qian was driven out of the kitchen with the dough that Jiang's mother had forced into her.

The preparations for the Spring Festival Gala are being played on the TV in the living room, and the sound of firecrackers can be heard from time to time in the small town.

This is a custom in the small town. On New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, firecrackers must be set off before three meals a day.

Shi Yan looked at the dough in her hand and raised the corners of his lips: "Is this how your father-in-law and mother-in-law used to coax you to play with yourself?"

Jiang Qian curled his lips and said, "Yeah."

But she is already twenty-six this year.

He is no longer a child.

Shi Yan laughed, "Then... I'll take you out to build a snowman?"

Jiang Qian raised his head: "Okay!"

Lu Ping, who was on the phone, heard the conversation between the two and turned around, "We are going to eat soon. How old are you to go out and build a snowman?"

Jiang frowned slightly.

Father Jiang came out at this moment. He didn't say anything when he saw this. He just handed the gloves to the two of them with a smile: "Don't frostbite your hands."

Shi Yan took it and put it on Jiang Qian: "Thank you, Dad."

He took Jiang Qian's hand and went out.

Different from Lu Ping's usual education methods of combative education and coercive repayment of gratitude, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother have always focused on Jiang Yan's preferences.

Shi Yan looked at Jiang Qian, a furry ball wrapped in the snow who was building a snowman, and took a dustpick to shovel the snow for her.

The snowflakes were piled within her reach for easy access.

Jiang Qian turned around and glanced at him. Seeing that he was still with her, he flashed a sly eye and shouted, "Shiyan!"

The man turned around and was hit in the head with a snowball from her.

The snowball hit his head and scattered, leaving his clothes and head all over the place.

The man narrowed his narrow eyes and wanted to teach her a lesson.

Jiang Qian smiled and turned around to run, but behind her was the snowman, who tripped violently——

When Shi Yan watched her fall, his expression changed.

The blood all over his body seemed to have solidified.

Shi Yan thought it was rare to be so scared.

He ran forward in a panic to catch her.

But it's still a step too late.

"Jiang Zhen!" he shouted.

"Does it hurt?"

"how's it going?!"

The man did not dare to touch her, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead in the winter.

Jiang Qian blinked, "I'm fine, Shi Yan."

She fell down on the thick snow bank he had shoveled just now. She fell softly and didn't hurt at all.

She was fine, but her eyes turned red when she was tired of it, so she picked him up and said with a straight face: "Don't let this happen again!"

She just scared his soul out of him.

"So fierce." Jiang Qian said to him.

Shi Yan continued with a straight face: "I must not be fierce enough."

He was fierce, so Jiang Qian raised her head and smiled at him, blinking her long eyelashes. Then she got an idea, stood up on tiptoes and kissed him.

He still had a cold face.

She kissed him again.

The ice on the man's face melted just like that.

"Kiss me again," he said.

Jiang frowned and frowned, "mua~"

Snowflakes are still falling, and the snowflakes on the eaves on the ground illuminate the town, dispelling the darkness.

Shi Yan held her waist, pressed the back of her neck, and deepened the kiss.

Before we had each other, we hoped to be young all our lives, but when we embraced each other, we longed to grow old instantly.

This will lead to a lifetime of white hair.

Lu Ping by the window looked at the two people hugging and kissing in the courtyard, and dialed the call that had just ended.

But this time, Shi Shaojin, who was celebrating the Spring Festival with Chen Jinhua and Shi Hao, did not answer.

He put the mobile phone aside, and when the servant brought it to him, he just glanced at it lightly and hung up.

Chen Jinhua sipped the red wine and watched this scene calmly.

Lu Ping continued to fight without giving up.

This time Shi Shaojin shut down her phone directly.

Lu Ping looked at the dozens of incoming calls she had made, laughed awkwardly, and then suddenly dropped her phone.

Father Jiang and Mother Jiang in the kitchen heard the noise and came out to check.

Lu Ping said with a calm face that she wanted to go back to her home to rest.

Mother Jiang tried to persuade her to stay: "We will eat soon, so we should finish our meal before——"

But Lu Ping insisted on leaving.

Father Jiang had no choice but to call Shi Yan over and ask him to persuade him.

But Shi Yan only said: "I will send her back."

Father Jiang glanced at him disapprovingly: "It's Chinese New Year, and you don't even have a fire there, how can this be possible?"

Shiyan: "I'll send it over later."

Hearing this, Jiang Qian held down his parents who were still trying to persuade him and told them not to persuade them any more.

Jiang Qian saw clearly that Lu Ping just wanted everyone to surround her.

She must be the center of everyone no matter what she does.
Chapter completed!