Quick Transmigration: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Chapter 237 Blasphemy (25)

Wontons sprinkled with a handful of green onions were brought to the table, still steaming.

The breakfast shop is not big. Almost all the five or six tables and chairs are occupied, and a couple wearing aprons are busy.

He Tianzhou took out a spoon from the tableware on the side and handed it to Ruan Ruan.

Before inviting her to have breakfast with him, he had found a place nearby. The wontons at this restaurant had thin skins and large fillings. The nearly transparent wonton skins were thin and tough but not broken. The light red shrimps floated on the soup surface, and the aroma came out with the heat. , which is very exciting.

When you take a bite, the delicious aroma spreads between your lips and teeth, and the meat is elastic and soft, which warms your stomach together with the soup in winter.

Seeing her take a bite, He Tianzhou took out another spoon and started eating it himself.

The transparent glass window was slightly opened, and in the slightly warm room filled with the aroma of food, refreshing cool air floated in, but it was not too cold.

He Tianzhou raised his eyelids and turned his head to look over with slightly dim eyes. Through the gap, through the transparent glass, he didn't know when silver fell, light and fluttering.

"Want to build a snowman?" he asked suddenly.

There was no warning when he opened his mouth, it seemed like he just had a sudden thought while looking at the snow outside the window.

The fluffy snowflakes melted as soon as they fell to the ground, and even there was only a thin layer on the leaves, far from enough to build a snowman.

But he never misses the target. Ruan Ruan's hand holding the handle of the spoon is slender and pale. She followed his line of sight and glanced over. For a moment, bits of white appeared in her black eyes, "Yes."

In a single word, she didn't ask him what he wanted to do or where he wanted to take her, she just followed him quietly.

The drive this time was too long, so he stopped once, took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, stared at her and asked her if she minded.After he got an answer from her that she didn't mind, he got out of the car and moved a little further away.

A bit of fire ignited at his fingertips, and there was a tight feeling at his temples. He frowned and pressed it. The inconspicuous cyan color under his eyes was obscured by the shadow cast by the eyelashes.

The sound of rustling wind blew up the corners of his clothes. His slender figure remained tall and straight in the cold wind, and his long neck was unobstructed. The cold wind poured in, and there were cold snowflakes sticking to it, without flinching.

He waited until the smell on his body was almost gone before he returned to the car. His palms had lost their warmth, and his well-jointed fingers were slightly stiff.

Four or five hours later, Cullinan stopped in front of the manor.

There was already a layer of snow on the ground that was slightly higher than a fingernail. The snow was soft and you could hear a slight creaking sound when you stepped on the soles of your shoes.

Two series of footprints of different sizes entered the door, passed through the rockery and rocks, the path made of bluestone slabs, the wooden bridge across the lake... and finally stopped under the corridor.

Outside the straight corridor is a large open space, decorated with emerald green. At this moment, it is all buried under the snow, leaving only a patch of silver frost.

He Tianzhou squatted next to Ruan Ruan, and patted the snowball that had already begun to take shape with both hands. His cold white hands touched it directly and turned red.

He Tianzhou's gaze fell on the snow mass in front of him, but more on the back of her pale hand, calmly tracing the outline of her finger bones.

He cleared his throat and said casually, "Girlfriend, I'm a little cold."

Hearing this, Ruan Ruan turned her head to look at him, and met his smiling eyes. He took the initiative to propose a solution, and his voice was a little coaxing, "Can you give me half of the scarf?"

　I just finished writing it. If I have less classes tomorrow, I will try to finish it early and post it early.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)