Chapter 664: Song Shao, who is getting more and more intimate
"Hurry up and get in, what are you still grinding on!" Opening the door of the apartment, Song Tianmo turned around and scolded Ling Fei, signaling her to hurry in, but there was a touch of helpless pampering in his eyes.
"Go in, go in, don't rush!" Ling Fei rubbed her hands together and ran into the apartment with a smile.
The heating is now on in the house, and it's very warm.
After changing her shoes, Ling Fei didn't rush to take off her coat, and sat directly on the sofa, holding the warm cloth bear on the sofa to keep warm.
Song Tianmo changed his shoes and sat beside her.
Looking at Ling Fei's frozen, red face, he shook his head helplessly: "Walking in the snow? Still romantic? I think you're just full of food and sins, and you're guilty of yourselves. ”
The two of them ate and left the apartment, and found that it was snowing outside, and the snow was still not small, knowing that Ling Fei was afraid of the cold, Song Tianmo was about to turn around immediately, but Ling Fei reluctantly refused to come back, hugged his arm, and walked around the community coquettishly.
And that's not all.
Because it also snowed two days ago, the temperature was low, and there was a lot of snow piled up in some places where no one went on the green belt, Ling Fei saw that there were children playing snowball fights with their parents inside, she was suddenly interested, let go of Song Tianmo's arm and went to pinch the snowball, and smashed it towards Song Tianmo.
The snowball smashed on her body, for Song Tianmo, it was not painful, but Ling Fei pinched the snow with her bare hands, and her hands immediately froze red, cold and cold, Song Tianmo's face darkened, and she pulled back to the apartment domineeringly.
"It's a little cold, but it's really fun to look at them?" Ling Fei smiled innocently at him.
Snowball fights, building snowmen, she hasn't done it before, but she wears thin and soft, warm leather gloves with excellent warmth, and today she pinched it empty-handed, but she did it a long time ago when she was a child, and she didn't seem to know that she was afraid of cold at that time, but now that she has grown up, she is more and more afraid of cold.
"Fun?" Song Tianmo snorted lightly: "Wait until your hands are frozen, both hands are frozen into pig's trotters, see if you will say it's fun!" While scolding, he gently took Ling Fei's hand and held it in his warm palm.
"No, it's too cold!" Ling Fei didn't want to pull it out: "You let go, I'll be fine for a while, the heating is turned on in the house, and the cloth bear is also warm." ”
It's a pity that although Song Tianmo didn't squeeze it tightly, he reacted quickly, and he held it again the moment Ling Fei wanted to withdraw his hand, and didn't let go.
Ling Fei couldn't break free, so she had to let him go, seeing that her hand was wrapped by Song Tianmo's slender fingers, and her hand hadn't warmed up yet, her heart was extremely warm.
Glancing at Song Tianmo's handsome face, she quietly pursed her lips and smiled.
There were only two people in the apartment at this time, Ling Fei and Song Tianmo, and Aunt Li had already packed up and left to go home.
It wasn't until Ling Fei's hand was completely warmed that Song Tianmo let go of his hand and went to the study upstairs.
Ling Fei turned on the TV, watched a funny variety show for a while, and at half past nine, she turned off the TV and got up and went upstairs.
Song Tianmo was still in the study and did not come out, Ling Fei stood outside his study for a moment, and then quietly left and went back to the bedroom.
After taking a shower, she lifted the quilt and sat in, leaned on the head of the bed, took the tie box she put in the bedside table, smiled and thought about waiting for Song Tianmo to come out of the study for a while, and then gave the gift to Song Tianmo.
"He should like this style, right? Looking at the appearance of tonight, the anger should have almost disappeared, and after receiving this gift, I hope he can completely reveal the events of last night, but ...... What did I do last night? How can it not be impressed at all? ”