Quickly wear: My little husband is pampered and arrogant

This was the first snow of the year, and it wasn’t very heavy. Many people on the street stopped to take photos, their faces filled with joy.

Ji Qinghe rolled his eyes, took out his mobile phone and made a video call. The call was quickly connected. What appeared in front of him was the scene of Shang Xu leaning on the bed. There was a time difference between the two sides. It was still daybreak here, and it was still bright over there. Already started to sleep.

He sneezed two or three times in succession, "Sister...sister, it's snowing, look."

He held the phone away so that she could see him and the snow behind him. Behind him was a relatively lush tree. Even in winter, the dark green late night still lingered tenaciously, with snowflakes slowly covering them one after another. How often do you wrap yourself in a layer of snow-white clothes?

Shang Xu didn't pay attention to Xue, but focused on his face. The tip of his nose was red from the cold, and his face was no exception. Then he frowned tightly, "Mumu, you have a cold? Why are you sneezing? Why don't you wear more clothes? Order some clothes?"

Ji Qinghe rubbed his eyes casually, "I went out too fast and forgot, sister, I don't have a cold." After saying that he didn't have a cold, he sneezed again, and Shang Xu frowned even more tightly, "Go home first. Whatever you want to buy, I’ll have someone buy it for you.”

Ji Qinghe shook his head and smiled sweetly, "It's okay, sister, don't bother others, I can just buy it myself. I want to choose it myself."

In fact, he was looking for a lot of snacks, but he couldn't remember what he wanted to eat or what the names of those snacks were, so he still had to buy them himself.

As a secretary who was about to get paid for running errands, and the price was pretty good, the money suddenly flew away.

Seeing his persistence, Shang Xu had no choice but to tell him, "Go home after shopping, and I'll ask my aunt to make you some ginger tea. You can drink it when you get back later."

Ji Qinghe hummed twice, then slowly turned in a circle, allowing Shang Xu to see the 360-degree snow, "Sister, please tell me this snow is beautiful."

Shang Xu said helplessly: "It looks good, but Mumu is the best."

Ji Qinghe's ears suddenly felt hot and he said as he walked towards the supermarket, "Sister, she has such a sweet mouth and talks so much about love."

……

In the middle of the night, Ji Qinghe felt hot all over, his body was sticky, and his head was dizzy. He was thirsty and uncomfortable. He opened his eyes in a daze and touched his forehead. It was so hot that his reaction was sluggish for a while. He seemed to Got a cold.

No matter, he is young and in good health. If he is sweating under the quilt, he should be fine tomorrow.

Ji Qinghe was very worried. It was just a small cold anyway, so he was not afraid at all. He had to fall asleep quickly so that he could pick up his sister tomorrow.

It was easy to fall asleep with a cold. He suddenly broke into a dream, surrounded by bizarre scenes that he had never seen before. He seemed to be watching the scene change rapidly from a third perspective. There were ruins and black fog everywhere, and he was always imprisoned. Looking at someone, who is that person...

He couldn't see his face clearly, but he could clearly see that a black hair turned into white hair in an instant...

The scene turned again, and there was emptiness everywhere. He seemed to finally see the man's face clearly. He had to admit that he was as high as a god, and no one dared to blaspheme the gods.

The god was wearing an ancient white robe, and his eyes were unruffled. Every part of him seemed to have been carefully crafted by the Creator, without a single flaw. His white hair was hanging freely behind him without any restraints. He looked towards him. Came over and gave him a gentle smile, "Hello, Ji Qinghe."

He was stunned. Why did the god know his name and why did he see him? His lips trembled slightly and he asked, "You...who are you?"

The god shook his head helplessly, his palm slowly fell on his heart, and said softly: "I am you..."

The next second, he suddenly saw a scene of blood flowing into a river, "Shang Shen Li Wu may have other intentions, so he should be executed."

Whose voice...

Who is the God Liwu...

He covered his head and stared at the scene in front of him, feeling a little painful...

Such a familiar name...

There was no picture in the scene, but suddenly countless people appeared, countless people he had never seen before...

God appeared next to him again, pinched the back of his neck, and forced him to look at the cruel scene, "Look carefully, look carefully. You have to wake up quickly to protect her."

"Look there, it's sister, your sister, our sister." He was forced to look in the direction guided by the gods. Sister...

Bloody sister...

The sister who is covered in injuries...

He suddenly covered his eyes, shook his head helplessly, and couldn't help crying, "You let me go back, I don't want to look at her, my sister is well, so she won't get hurt."

The god became visibly irritated. He was not as gentle as before. There was a sinister look between his brows and eyes. He immediately strangled his neck and said, "You are an extremely stupid idiot."

The dream began to dissipate, eventually turning into fragments one after another. Ji Qinghe suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. Before dawn, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with trembling hands and hurriedly flipped through his phone to find a familiar number and call it back. ,No one heard……

He called again, but still no one answered...

Why not...

Ji Qinghe tightened his grip on the phone, his head hurting uncomfortably, and his heart also hurt terribly. The dream was too real, so real that it frightened him. He hugged his legs and covered his eyes, crying helplessly, why didn't his sister answer the phone... …

The voice of God appeared again, "I told you, you must grow up quickly."

Cold fingers fell on the top of Ji Qinghe's hair, making his hair stand on end. He suddenly slapped it away, and when he saw his appearance, his pupils shrank in horror, "You...why...who are you?"

When the god saw the slapped hand, his eyes instantly darkened. He sat on the edge of the bed slowly and suddenly smiled gently, "I am you..."

Ji Qinghe didn't look like a god at all now. Instead, he looked like a demon in hell. He just put on a god's mask. He quickly shrank back, "You are not me, I am not you..."

The god shook his head and sneered: "Sure enough, mud cannot hold up a wall."

"..."

Ji Qinghe pursed her lips to refute him, but she was a little afraid of him, "You are talking nonsense, I am not a mud, my sister likes me the most."

When the god heard the last sentence, his jealous eyes turned scarlet red, and he strangled Ji Qinghe's neck, "Who told you, an idiot, to show off? You have only shown off since you were a child, without any brains."

Ji Qinghe had some difficulty breathing, and his face immediately turned red and purple. Tears fell uncontrollably. He felt aggrieved and cried, "I...I want to tell my sister...that you bullied me..."

Tears fell on the god's hand. The god relaxed the strength of his hand irritably, but still became furious, "What about your sister? You are an idiot who can only cry. You can't do anything well, and you can't even remember it." Can’t recover!”

"..."

Ji Qinghe was dizzy and uncomfortable, but he still wanted to refute him, "I'm not a fool..."