The snow scene in winter was white, but Song Qiuyue's heart was warm at this moment. She hugged him and slept. When she heard him say this, she just replied, "Oh."

And he no longer mentioned it, and did not expose that she was Chu Yan's friend in his mouth. What does it matter whether he admitted it or not?

Actually, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Zheng Yan, look, it's snowing again." Suddenly, Song Qiyue shouted in surprise, and a light flashed in her eyes.

Mo Zhengyan turned his head and saw large scattered snowflakes falling outside the window.

The snow had not melted, and it was another heavy snowfall at this time, like a sudden gift on Christmas Eve.

Song Qiyue was very happy. She couldn't help but smile and said, "As soon as you come, it snows again. It seems that it was a gift from God."

"You really can make people happy." God's gift? It's a pity she said.

"If you think I'm coaxing you, that's it." Song Qiyue smiled. She nestled in his chest, wrapped in a quilt, but raised her head and said, "Zheng Yan, I'll still say to you, Merry Christmas."

He saw her eyes smiling, and couldn't help but peck and kiss her again, "Merry Christmas."

"We will also build a snowman tomorrow, right?"

"good."

The snow outside the window became more and more violent, and heavy snow fell.

...

In another room in the building, a dim light was on, but someone stood alone in front of the window, and the snow light shone on her. She was quietly watching the snow, wrapping the blanket tightly on her body. She seemed to be waiting, and the room was empty, she was the only one.

Time passed slowly, and the snow was so heavy that it was endless, and it couldn't stop.

The alarm clock next to it, contrasting with the lights, shows that it is already past the early morning.

Finally, footsteps came from the corridor outside.

Then there was a knock on the door. Song Xiangwan turned around and opened the door, but saw Jiang Sen and Zhou Suhe standing outside. Jiang Sen came with Zhou Suhe. Song Xiangwan was stunned and quickly let them in.

Jiang Sen helped Zhou Suhe and put it on the bed. Song Xiangwan also went to help the leader. She asked again, "Suhe, what's wrong with him?"

Just before, after Song Qiyue and Mo Zhengyan returned to make a reservation, Zhou Suhe also got up and went out. Song Xiangwan asked him what he was going to do, but Zhou Suhe only said that there were some business matters to discuss with Jiang Sen and the others. Song Xiangwan tried to keep him. It was too late today, and it was too late to go tomorrow. Zhou Suhe insisted on doing this, saying that things were important and could not delay, so he went. In fact, today, they had originally decided to talk about the mining area, but later Foreman Zhao came to them for dinner, so he was delayed.

He went there and came back, but was helped by Jiang Sen to send him back.

At this moment, Zhou Suhe fell on the bed, his body full of alcohol.

"Just Mr. Su He finished discussing the work with everyone, and drank a few more glasses. Several workers were enthusiastic and sent several bottles of white wine. Everyone was happy, so they continued to drink it." Jiang Sen said truthfully.

Song Xiangwan asked, "How much did he drink? He was so drunk."

"I don't know how much I drank, but those bottles are empty anyway." Jiang Sen said, taking off Zhou Suhe's shoes.

Song Xiangwan took off his coat and said, "Asen, you go back to bed first. It's getting late. Let me come here."

"Then Miss Xiangwan, Master Suhe will leave it to you for your care. I'll go back first." Jiang Sen stopped staying, and he said and left.

After locking the door, Song Xiangwan looked at Zhou Suhe. After drinking, he was dizzy on his face. However, he was drunk at this moment, which was rare in his memory. Zhou Suhe had already entered the mall at a young age. He had experienced many dinner parties of all sizes and had never been drunk. At first, he practiced his own alcohol tolerance every day, but later he was poisonous.

But he was drunk today, and he was so drunk.

Song Xiangwan walked over again, and she shouted, "Suhe, I'll take off your clothes for you."

Zhou Suhe was confused. He seemed to be asleep in a daze, but Ren Song Xiangwan took off his sweater. Song Xiangwan took some effort. Although he was thin, he was a man after all, and his body was still heavy. After taking off his clothes, she poured water and squeezed a hot towel to wipe his face. After washing up briefly, she had to pass by like this and let him go to bed first.

Zhou Suhe had never moved or spoke again, and he fell asleep so deeply.

Song Xiangwan looked at him for a while, and she turned off the light and went to bed.

I still slept in separate beds, each with one, which was nothing different from before.

But when they were young, they were different from men and women. Later, they were together, and they never had a wedding. Now, they were still together on the cold winter and snowy nights. He was asleep, but she was still awake.

Slowly, Song Xiangwan also closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The snow outside the window is still everywhere.

...

The snow that night really did not stop for a night. It was not until dawn the next day. The snowy world was thicker, and the trees were covered with frozen branches. Looking around, a piece of fire and silver flowers were seen.

When she woke up early in the morning, Song Qiyue couldn't wait, so she pulled Mo Zhengyan out.

The two were in great interest. They built snowmen in front of the building early in the morning. Mo Zhengyan shoveled the snow over, and Song Qiuyue took an iron spoon to make snow. The two of them worked together, but it took a lot of snow to accumulate after a long time.

"Song Qiyue, what are you doing with your husband?" Du Yu also got up. He was still in the room upstairs and saw them downstairs through the window. He opened the window curiously and poked his head and shouted.

When Song Qiyue heard the shout, she turned around and smiled, "Make a snowman!"

"You are really in great interest!" Du Yu replied with a smile.

Everyone also got up and did not continue to stay in bed. They came here to do business this time.

Jiang Sen called breakfast and delivered it, "Miss Xiangwan, this is your breakfast for you and Master Suhe. I'm afraid it will be cold, so I'll serve it for you first."

"Thank you, Asen." Song Xiangwan took it with a smile. She closed the door and turned around. Seeing Zhou Suhe woke up quietly. Perhaps it was because of the knock on the door that Jiang Sen had just arrived, "Have you disturbed?"

"What time is it?" Zhou Suhe asked.

"It's less than eight o'clock, it's still early, so you can sleep for another half an hour." Song Xiangwan said softly.

Zhou Suhe was half lying up, but he was not sleepy. "There will be a meeting later."

"Then you get up, Asen also sent breakfast here, brushing his teeth and washing his face can eat." Song Xiangwan replied. She put down the thermos pot, found the dishes and chopsticks, and poured out the porridge.

Zhou Suhe got up, squeezed his toothpaste to brush his teeth, stood in front of the window, and looked inadvertently, but he saw the figures of the two men downstairs.

It was Song Qiyue and Mo Zhengyan. They got up at some point and were happily building snowmen in the snow. The snowman had already taken shape.

"Suhe, hurry up, be careful of the coldness of the porridge." Song Xiangwan shouted, and Zhou Suhe momodai retracted his gaze.

...

I had breakfast, and everyone saw that the weather was good, so they all left the building. Zhou Suhe and Song Xiangwan also came down. Everyone outside the building was inspired and were building snowmen to play. Seeing this, it was hard to hold a meeting immediately, so they naturally obeyed public opinion.

Song Xiangwan said, "Suhe, let's pile one too."

"Okay." Zhou Suhe agreed and joined the game of snowmen.

There were a group of people in groups of three and three, and the snowmen were piled up quickly. Zhou Suhe was careful and serious in his work, and Song Xiangwan was very organized and paid great attention to details. Therefore, the snowmen they piled up were the most beautiful and round. Song Xiangwan even took off his scarf and put them on the snowmen. The ones were piled up the most beautiful, which won everyone's applause.

It was not a competition, they won the first place.

"Song Qiyue, your snowmen are really abstract." Du Yu smiled.

Everyone looked back and saw that the snowmen piled up by Mo Zhengyan and Song Qiyue were just two large groups of them side by side. The nose and eyes were not decorated, and they were only drawn with branches. But it can be seen that the snowmen were snuggling tightly.

Song Qiyue didn't mind at all, she replied, "We have a lot of money!"

"Many but not sophisticated!" Du Yu replied.

"I told you to be stupid!" Song Qiyue picked up a ball of snow, rubbed the snowball and smashed it on Du Yu, and even called his accomplices, "Zheng Yan, he said the snowman we piled was not good, hit him quickly!"

Mo Zhengyan responded with a hundred calls, and immediately picked up the snow and kneaded it into a ball to smash him.

It was originally the three of them playing snowball fights, but Du Yu called out to his companion again, and immediately, all of the people joined. By accident, the snowball hit the snowman made by Song Xiangwan and Zhou Suhe. Song Xiangwan immediately made the snowball but smashed the culprit, "Suhe! He smashed our snowman!"

This is a good thing. A group melee has come like this. There is laughter and joy in front of the building. You are chasing each other, and it is very lively!

Everyone was making noise. Song Qiyue was chasing Du Yu, but Mo Zhengyan's snowball hit her, making her turn around, "Okay, you actually attacked me? You traitor!"

Mo Zhengyan laughed, "Come and chase me if you have the ability."

"I will kill you when I chase you!" Song Qiyue ran towards him, smashing the snowball while running.

Everyone started a fuss. A snowball fight was just a game that only children love, but it was a fight, forgetting everything, as if back to my childhood. Song Xiangwan rubbed a ball of snowballs, found Zhou Suhe, and smashed it on him, "Take it!"

Zhou Suhe was tired of running and was hit by a snowball in front of him. He fell to the ground and made a sacrifice, "Asen, avenge me."

"Yes, Young Master Su He!" Jiang Sen chased Song Xiangwan, and Song Xiangwan screamed and ran away with a smile.

Zhou Suhe was also laughing, and he was gasping for breath. He could no longer see anything else, nor could he chase and play with her. He turned his head inadvertently, but he saw something.

But I saw the two snowmen piled side by side. The snowmen's back turned out to have their names engraved with branches.

One is Song Qiuyue and the other is Mo Zhengyan.

Lifelike in the snow.

Zhou Suhe closed his eyes and vaguely remembered that they were still very young. In the high school in Haicheng that year, the maple leaves were red and the fence wall in the school. She wrote her own name while writing his name.
Chapter completed!