Chapter 1682 Canary (55)

Sometimes, she would deliberately tease her little maid.

Pei Chen stood quietly at the door, and he didn't know how long he listened.

Such a lively and agile person seemed to have never shown this side to him before.

More importantly, he is quiet and well-behaved.

Speak softly and answer only one question.

With a calm face, he stood outside the door, with the biting cold wind behind him.

As if he couldn't feel the biting cold, he kept standing, his eyes falling on the closed door.

Warm lights were on inside, and the cheerful sounds gradually disappeared.

She seemed to have finished eating, and the maid was clearing away the dishes.

He slowly leaned against the pillar.

He took out a cigar and lit it with a lighter.

He held the cigarette between his knuckles and smoked it without saying a word.

Smoke gradually lingered.

blown away in the cold wind.

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When Chunhua came out with the remaining food, she was stunned for a moment when she saw the man leaning against the pillar outside the door.

Somewhat surprised.

Subconsciously, she turned sideways to make way for him.

"My lady just finished eating and is reading a book now."

She said mysteriously.

The man in cold military uniform was speechless.

Smoking a cigarette, his cold eyes fell on the ground.

His eyes were dark, showing no emotion or anger.

It was like he didn't hear what she was saying.

Seeing that he didn't move, Chunhua didn't know whether to leave or stay.

She sighed and entered the room again.

It seemed that he was going to tell her lady.

When they come out again, the spring flowers come out first.

Holding the bowl and chopsticks, he bowed to Pei Chen and then left.

Behind him, the man wearing a white gauze jacket and skirt stood inside the door.

She still has her long hair hanging down, simple and plain.

No powder is applied, but the eyebrows are full of spring.

The eyes are full of beauty, with clear ripples.

She was not wearing a fur coat, and her slim figure looked a bit thin.

The gentle and pure little face looked at him, with soft red lips.

She didn't say anything, as if she was waiting for him to speak first.

Extraordinarily quiet.

The man smoking a cigar raised his eyes to meet hers.

After a two-second pause, a cold wind blew, and he stood up straight and stepped forward.

Take her into the house and close the door.

It blocked the cold wind whizzing by outside.

The cigar, still burning with sparks, was carelessly discarded under the pillar.

After entering the house, it felt warm as spring.

The man suddenly leaned over and hugged the person in his arms.

His arms slowly tightened, and his cold thin lips pressed against her warm cheek.

He kept rubbing her and picked her up.

He always liked to kiss her, always had.

"..." The person who was easily picked up lowered his eyes and hugged him quietly.

Still not hiding or dodging, she leaned obediently in his arms, like a delicate and beautiful doll.

It looks good, but it always feels like it's missing a bit of life.

Not vivid enough.

The man rubbed his nose against hers, and kept kissing the corners of her lips as if possessed.

He didn't stop until his breath gradually became thicker and something was wrong.

He was close to her, his phoenix eyes dark.

"Why don't you speak?"

He touched her face somewhat gently, still pecking her lightly.

The voice was deep and hoarse.

The beautiful person looked at him quietly and slightly bent her eyes.

The tone was soft and calm.

"What do you want me to say?"

He hugged her and walked towards Ruantan.

He gently put her down, but still held her in his arms and did not let go.

"Anything you say is fine."

He kept rubbing her cheek, dropped his hand, and held her hand again.