My little puppy is sick

Chapter 207 Cinderella's Prince Charming 12
Surprisingly, the first snow this year fell heavily.

The next morning Qi Yan got up, she wiped the window, looked out the window, it was white, and the roofs of every house outside were covered with a thick layer of snow.

Qi Yan put on thick clothes and wrapped herself into a ball. She went down to the attic, and the house was quiet. It was probably too cold, and Fanny hadn't gotten up yet.

She went to the kitchen to get some food, put on her old snow boots, and walked out the door.

The snow outside the door was piled up to knee height, Qi Yan thought about it, but she still won't go out today.

She thought, the man in black probably wouldn't come out in this snowy day.

Qi Yan shrank her head, closed the door, went to light the fireplace, and stayed by the warm fireplace.

At the same time yesterday, Jones had reached the forest entrance and stood there like a statue.

A quarter of an hour, half an hour, an hour.

He was about to freeze into a sculpture, but Qi Yan still hadn't waited.

Jones sniffled expressionlessly, opened his legs, a little stiff, he slowed down for a while, and walked in the direction of Qi Yan's house.

The door of Qi Yan's house was closed, and he couldn't see if there was anyone, so Jones walked to the window and looked in.

He saw Qi Yan with her head down, holding a broom in her hand, and her sarcastic stepmother was standing beside her with her hands on her hips, with a bad expression on her face.

A hint of hostility flashed in Jones' eyes, and he felt that the woman must be scolding Qi Yan again.

Jones strode to the door and knocked on it.

"Who, which splashing monkey, knocked the ghost loudly?"

Fanny was scolding Qi Yan for her clumsy hands and feet, and sweeping the floor was as perfunctory as painting big characters. She just raised her hand to slap her down when she heard a loud knock on the door.

"You girl, go and open the door."

Fanny said to Qi Yan, Qi Yan put down the broom, went out, opened the door, and met Jones.

Jones lowered his raised hand. He was thinking of giving that bad woman a hard slap just now, but he didn't expect that it would be Qi Yan who opened the door.

At this time, the anger he raised suddenly extinguished, and instead he felt a little guilty. Jones touched the back of his head and said, "I—"

"Qiyan Bertha, which guest is here?" Fanny's voice sounded from behind.

Jones' expression became fierce again. He raised his hand to walk in, but was caught by a soft white hand.

The next second, Qi Yan led Jones out.

Stepping across the snow was shallow and deep, and because Qi Yan was not tall, it was very difficult to walk. Jones pulled Qi Yan out of the snow with one arm, hugged her and walked out.

He brought Qi Yan into an alley, and Fanny walked out of the house, Qi Yan could not be seen outside, cursed a few times, then felt cold, and went back into the house.

Qi Yan poked her head out of Jones' arms, and she didn't look back until Fanny walked in, struggling several times in Jones' arms, trying to get off the ground.

Jones held her tightly in his arms as hard as steel, but refused to let her go down.

Qi Yan raised her head and met Jones' eyes.

For some reason, she seemed to see a look of grievance only in Jones' exposed eyes.

The two looked at each other, and in the end it was Qi Yan who looked away first.

Jones supported Qi Yan with one hand, and squeezed Qi Yan's cheek with one hand, forcing her to turn back.

The two continued to look at each other.

It took a long time before I heard Jones' muffled voice: "You didn't come."

"..." Qi Yan didn't speak.

***
On the love of two boring gourds.

While making people anxious.

It's up to me.

Suck.

(End of this chapter)