The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Mo Zixuan reluctantly stepped forward to help her, the breath from the tip of his nose was slightly misty, he took off the scarf around his neck and wrapped it around Xiao Ling'er's neck.

Then he pressed the snow on top of the snowball, and said awkwardly, "Only girls can be so childish."

"What did you say?" Xiao Ling'er pulled off the scarf, but didn't hear clearly.

Mo Zixuan curled his lips and didn't repeat it again, but quietly accompanied Xiao Ling'er to build a snowman. Although the two children were not big, they still looked decent when they built a snowman.

When Qiao Anhao came out, she saw that the two children had finished making the snowman's body and head. She couldn't help laughing at the snowman half as tall as her waist, "Why didn't the two little babies call me when they made a snowman? "

"Because you and Dad have something to talk about?" Xiao Ling'er muttered, she secretly glanced at Qiao Anhao's expression, and there was no difference, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing."

How could Qiao Anhao tell her children these things? She stretched out her hand and patted the snowman next to her. She just wanted to say let me build it together with you, but the snowman’s head fell off the snowman and broke into pieces. up.

Qiao Anhao was speechless for a while, "..."

Mo Zixuan blinked, looked at the snowman's head on the ground, and Xiao Ling'er hummed, "Mom, you smashed my snowman's head!"

"Uh." Qiao Anhao touched her nose, a little embarrassed, she grabbed the snow on the ground, and gestured, "It's okay, we can build a bigger one."

Xiao Ling'er snorted, but did not refute. She turned her head and looked at Mo Zixuan, "Let's build a bigger snowman! The one that is bigger than mother!" As she spoke, she squatted in the snow Started to pile up.

Minghai's winter is cold and it always snows.

The white snow buried the entire city, buried the neon colors of the city, and temporarily hid the darkness in the heavy snow. The whole world looked so pure white.

Qiao Anhao put on gloves, held white snow in her hand, and piled it into a big ball.

When she was still in prison, there was a small window through which she could see heavy snow falling outside, but she couldn't touch it.

Being bound every day, she has no freedom in her life. She can only be released at a certain time to look at the sky outside. She struggles and persists, wanting to get out of that cage.

Fortunately, she didn't give up.

Lu Yisheng watched Qiao Anhao play with the children from the small balcony, Lilia came over and saw this scene, she felt a little sad when she should be happy.

She said, "Big cousin, in fact, big cousin is quite difficult." She just read the information that Lu Yisheng gave her, which was the information about Qiao Anhao being framed and imprisoned, and it was recorded in detail.

Qiao Anhao is like a hedgehog, her language is her protective color, but in fact she has been bruised all over.

"Go and play with them too." Lu Yisheng said softly.

Lilia hummed, and her strange-colored pupils were filled with the color of light, "Then I will go to build a snowman with them. This game is always fun when there are many people."

"Go."

Lu Yisheng watched as Lilia ran over to join Qiao Anhao and the others. The two adults and two children had a great time playing in the snow, while the coffee in his hand was gradually getting cold and no longer contained heat.