Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 175
She stared at the patched plush rabbit, and suddenly poked its chubby face with her fingertips.

The rabbit squinted its eyes, it looked like a ghost, and it actually had the smell of a big devil.

The little girl thought about it and laughed.

She came to the side of the small couch, opened the quilt, and saw a brass Tang Pozi in the snow-white cotton quilt.

Hot water was filled inside to make the bed warm.

Probably, it was prepared for her by the Great Demon King.

She lay down, quietly looking at Xiao Tingchen with her eyes.

He was good-looking, with red lips and white teeth, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be surrounded by misty rain across the river, and he was always a little more affectionate than others.

She could see so well that she didn't know when she fell asleep.

The north wind howled outside.

After Xiao Tingchen finished reading, he saw Su Jiu sleeping on his stomach, with a small hand still resting on the edge of the couch, and the sleeve of his pajamas was half rolled up, revealing half of his white and slender wrist.

He stepped forward and touched the little hand.

It was a little bit cold.

He tucked his hands into the bed for her and turned her over again.

He scratched the tip of her nose, and said in a warm voice: "My sister is so ugly, even her sleeping posture is so ugly. In winter, what should I do if my hands are frozen?"

The little girl was disturbed by him and pouted in her dream displeasedly.

Xiao Tingchen stared at her still immature face, he didn't know what he was thinking, and added, "I don't feel sorry for you, but I'm afraid that your hands will be frozen, and no one will wash and cook for me."

Su Jiu couldn't hear his chatter, turned over, and continued to sleep facing the wall.

Xiao Tingchen tucked up the quilt for her, and blew out the lights in the room.

The winter night is long, the stove is burning in the house, and there is a soup lady under the thick quilt.

As far as Su Jiu was concerned, there had never been such a warm winter since his mother left.

She slept soundly.

peace of mind,

It is my hometown.

……

The north wind blew overnight.

When Su Jiu woke up early in the morning, he saw a layer of fallen leaves accumulated in the courtyard, and the few chrysanthemums in the corner were completely withered and turned yellow, looking lethargic and lifeless.

When she went to the small kitchen to make breakfast, she noticed that the plum blossom by the pond was still not in bloom.

Not even half a flower bud.

Weird.

Thinking of this, she had fed the flower hen, and was about to start a fire, but felt her hands itchy.

She couldn't help rubbing her hands, secretly thinking that her hands would be frozen in winter in previous years, and she was used to it, and this year is probably no exception.

When the hands are frozen, the fingers will be itchy at first, and as the itches, the slender fingers will gradually become swollen and red, just like carrots.

It doesn't really interfere with work, but chilblain is very itchy, the kind of itching that makes people scratch and pick uncontrollably.

If the frostbite is opened, it will be unbearable again.

Su Jiu thought about it, and after a while, he was afraid, and hurriedly lit a fire in the stove, and put his hands together to cook it carefully.

When having breakfast, Xiao Tingchen was drinking soup, and from the corner of his eye, he saw his little girl rubbing her hands lightly from time to time.

"What happened to the hand?"

he asked lightly.

"Looks like chilblains—"

Before the girl finished speaking, a heart-piercing curse suddenly sounded outside:

"Xiao Huaijin, you black hearted seed, you thug, my mother comes to you every day to squat on the wall, but I don't see Xiaojiu every day! Where did you hide Xiaojiu?! I want to talk to Xiaojiu !Little Jiu, come out, come out quickly!"

In the small kitchen, the master and servant were speechless.

Since Xie Rongjing demolished that wall and rebuilt it, he has been squatting on top of the wall every morning and night cursing, sometimes even squatting on the top of the wall with his rice bowl in his hand, eating and scolding, as if he didn't see Su Jiu's unstoppable momentum.

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Good night,
　Thank you Evildoer~93, Lemongrass, Qinglian, Old Ruins of the Edge, Life and Death, Fengqinglinwu, Qiao., and Wuwu for their rewards, hug!
　　
　
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