Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

In the snow in front of the yard, the Christmas tree was also covered in white snow.

Both mother and child were dressed thickly, and Jing Jiaren pulled herself together to make snowballs.

SUN was depressed at the beginning, closely observing Jing Jiaren's every move...

Seeing that Jing Jiaren was in good condition, under her enthusiastic instigation, she finally felt relieved and started to make the snowman.

They worked together to create a female snowman, using carrots, buttons, etc. to make the snowman's nose and eyes.

Jing Jiaren took off the hat and scarf and put it on the snowman. This is the mother of the snowman——Jing Jiaren.

Then a little snowman was made...

SUN also took off the scarf and hat and put them on for the little snowman. This is the snowman's son - SUN.

The two snowmen exhausted Jing Jiaren's energy, and she sat on the snow exhausted: "You're done! Go get the camera!"

Who knows that SUN is still snowballing seriously.

"Who else do you want to be?"

SUN's busy little figure turned his back to her: "Old man."

"What did you say?" Jing Jiaren thought she had heard it wrong, "You want to create your father?"

SUN froze for a moment, as if reacting suddenly, he dropped the snowball on the spot: "I won't do it."

"Do it, mommy will do it with you."

"Don't do it!" SUN got angry arrogantly.

Jing Jiaren cheered up and started snowballing on her own.

SUN suddenly rushed over and stepped on the snowball: "Don't do it!"

Jing Jiaren was so exhausted that she had no strength: "Then mom, rest for a while, and I'll make it for you later."

"╭(╯^╰)╮"

"You'll see it when you wake up tomorrow."

Jing Jiaren fell to the ground, snowflakes were coming towards her face, and there was a soft smile on the corner of her mouth.

The memory goes back to before the Spring Festival after Christmas four years ago...

She happily had a snowball fight with Ximen Longting in the snow.

And Wen Xinnuan, Luo Jian, Bill...

"Queen, wake up, you will catch a cold if you sleep here." SUN took La Jingjiaren's hand.

Jing Jiaren's lips were sickly purple and white, while her cheeks were hot and bright red.

SUN's small hand touched her forehead, and she was startled instantly.

"Mom, you're sick!"

Illness comes like a mountain.

Jing Jiaren was lying on the bed, and Sun was busy bringing her hot water, wrapping a towel, feeding her medicine and drinking water.

Jing Jiaren looked at his busyness with relief: "Sun, mom is just sick for a while. Cough cough cough."

"You cough, don't talk!"

"You haven't told me...your Christmas present?"

SUN paced back and forth like an adult: "You have already given me a present."

"what?"

"You are God's gift to me," he said earnestly lying on the side of the bed, holding her hand, "SUN wants the queen to be healthy forever, always...to be with SUN."

Jing Jiaren's heart was sore again, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She laughed with tears in her eyes: "Fool, this should be said by my mother. You are the best gift God gave me."

SUN pursed his lips and asked, "You'll be fine, won't you?"

"..."

"Sun takes care of you."

"of course."

"Queen, you are too thin! I like you to be fatter!" SUN put her hand on his little face.

Jing Jiaren refused the infusion, because if her hand was inserted with a needle, she would not be able to free herself to knit a sweater.

She asked the servant to find a doctor to give her two injections, thinking that as long as she covered her body with sweat and took medicine, she would be fine.