After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

In the boundless white ski resort, several people gathered together, the boy among them was holding a ski, his face was flushed with bright red excitement, jumping up and down excitedly, "I read that right! It's really Bane!"

"He looks much better in person than in the video. The bloated ski suit looks so chic and capable on him. When he sat there, the snow scene behind him was overshadowed. I thought he was a model..."

"It looked so cold, I didn't dare to ask him for a group photo, but when he smiled, there were dimples at the corner of his mouth, what's the matter with being cute?"

The boy was excited, but suddenly felt a chill on his back, and turned around to see a man wearing the same ski suit as Bane.

Slightly taller than Bane, he wore a neat black and white ski suit, and the blue ski goggles on his narrow nose reflected the majestic snow-capped mountains in the distance.

And very hostile.

The boy timidly asked: "Hello, do we know each other?"

Cheng Xijue ignored him with a cold face, walked around a group of people and climbed up the gentle snow slope, the fine-grained snowflakes scattered all over the sky, Gu Jian sat on the wooden chair with his face upturned, the snow that fell on his face stayed for a few seconds , melted into translucent droplets by breathing.

"Is that person your fan just now?" Cheng Xijue asked in a casual tone while wiping the water droplets on his face with gloves on.

Gu Jian raised his brows and said a calm "hmm".

Cheng Xijue held his hand and pulled him to stand up, and said in a calm tone, "You look pretty good."

"is it?"

Gu Jian let go of his hand, and walked lazily down the snowy slope, "Waiting for you, not paying attention to what people look like,"

Answering satisfactorily, Cheng Xijue raised the corners of his lips, took a few steps forward and firmly held his hand, leading him to the novice's primary snow track.

Cheng Xijue was studying in Northern Europe when he was a teenager. Skiing is very popular in the country of ice and snow. In his spare time, he often goes skiing for a long time.

Teaching Gu Jian, a student, is very handy, not to mention that Gu Jian has a strong comprehension ability, and Cheng Xijue can master it after a demonstration. After a while, he can slide down the slope with ease while holding a ski pole, enjoying the cool feeling of the cold wind blowing on his face.

Cheng Xijue followed him unhurriedly, escorting him, "Madam, do you like skiing?"

His voice pierced through the vast white field, Gu Jian gasped slightly, and replied without thinking: "I like it."

"This is our first common hobby." Cheng Xijue stuck the pole on the ground, took out his mobile phone and recorded the first one on his notebook with his voice.

Cultivate more common interests in the future, and see who will question in the future that the two of them have nothing to do with each other.

Gu Jian is not a person who follows the rules. In order to please Ning Wan, he pretended to be a good child for many years at home, so that he was too suppressed. After leaving home, he was unrestrained and unrestrained, like a wanton libertine.

This is most vividly reflected in skiing. He lowered his body loosely, and thrust his ski pole back suddenly. His thin figure rushed out like an arrow on a string, and the black and white ski suit was like the keys of a piano jumping in the snow. grace.

The fine snow blows towards his face, blowing his clear chin outline, his cold white complexion seems to be transparent against the surrounding silver, he draws an arc from the snow slope in one go, and flies down in an instant, the movement of braking the snow pole is crisp and neat, The posture is as relaxed as a snow leopard.

The photographers stationed outside the snow field turned their lenses to focus on the eye-catching scene on the novice track.

Gu Jian hadn't felt the thrill of excitement for a long time. The pale blue blood vessels behind his ears were congested and jumping, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up. When he smiled, the camera crackled wildly, and the valuable film rolled.

Suddenly, a round-clothed child came rushing in from nowhere under the slope, squatting on the ground with his butt out, pinching the snow. Gu Jianxue didn't have time to stop, so he turned sideways and fell to the side in order not to bump into someone. The speed fell into the snow and fell all blue...

He closed his eyes resignedly, and in the next second a solid and powerful arm would be pulled into his embrace, firmly protecting him in front of him.

The sky spun several times, and the raised snow particles stuck to the faces of the two people. Gu Jian lay on his back in the soft snow, Cheng Xijue pressed heavily on him, pushed up the snow goggles with one hand, and quickly raised his face to check him Case.

Gu Jian coughed repeatedly from being choked by Xue Hua, and waved her hand to signal that she was fine.

The photographer's lens perfectly recorded this scene. Cheng Xijue, who had just followed unhurriedly, suddenly increased his speed and drew a sharp line in the wind and snow. Back people/meat pads.

Cheng Xijue touched his cold face, frowned and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Gu Jian's chest rose and fell rapidly due to intense exercise, his face flushed like drunkenness, and the corner of his mouth smiled and said, "It's very refreshing."

Cheng Xijue pinched his cheek and said with a chuckle, "You are so brave."

"You just found out today?" Gu Jian pushed his shoulder, panting heavily, "Get up."

Cheng Xijue lay motionless on his chest, lowered his head to quietly observe his rosy face, the only silence around him was the sound of whistling wind and snow, intertwined with warm breathing, after about a few minutes, Gu Jian was so cold that he shivered Trembling, the snow-stained gloves got into the ski suit, stroking coldly along his thin waist.

The voices of rescuers came from the nearby hillside, but Gu Jian's hands in his clothes tended to rise. Under the large ski suit, others couldn't see clearly, but he could clearly feel the cold, and said softly: "You dare really big."

Cheng Xijue kissed the corner of his mouth, and replied confidently: "You just found out today?"

Gu Jian was suppressed in all directions, unable to move at all, he could only let the coldness slip into his clothes like a snake, and reminded softly: "Don't touch it, people are coming soon."

Cheng Xijue glanced at the blurred figure, lowered his head to peck his cool and soft lips, and said vaguely: "No hurry, I can kiss for a while."

The good concept of the time gate has always been carried out in him. Tasting Gu Jian's tongue leisurely, the kiss mixed with snowflakes and green pine flavors is extraordinarily fresh and elegant. Gu Jian simply closed his eyes, obediently satisfying his desire.

When the figure was tens of meters away, Cheng Xijue stood up holding the snow with one hand, smoothed his clothes with the other hand, stretched out his hand towards him and pulled him up together, looking at the rushing team, Cheng Xijue nodded, Yan He smiled calmly and said, "Thank you, we're fine."

Like a gentleman, who would have thought that tens of seconds ago, his hand almost touched Gu Jian's collarbone through his clothes.

Gu Jian took it for granted, leaned lazily on him, and whispered, "Actually, it hurts."

Back at the door of the hotel room, he took off his ski jacket. Cheng Xijue checked his naked body up and down, and sure enough there were some inconspicuous bruises on his thighs and back. He frowned and stroked him over and over again in distress.

Gu Jian was in pain and itching, pushed him away and walked into the bathroom, "Give me some medicine, I'll take a shower first."

There was a large round jacuzzi in the bathroom. Gu Jian lay down comfortably in it to relax and rest for a while. He picked up his mobile phone, clicked on the calendar, and glanced at the countdown.

The marked date is today.

Gu Jian closed the phone and rubbed the wet back of his neck vigorously. He was looking forward to that event, as long as he took good measures to enjoy a hearty feeling, but Cheng Xijue reminded him of the countdown in his ear from time to time. Strong and impatient, as if trying to kill him.

He couldn't help being frightened, his body submerged in the bathtub was scorching hot, his chest was restless, and he was worried that he would have to sleep on his stomach next week.

Gu Jian raised his head and stared at the gorgeous chandelier, the water droplets from his black hair rolled down Wen Ni's shoulders, and he lay in the bathtub for an hour.

Until Cheng Xijue knocked on the door, he sloppily put on a loose cotton pajamas, with his half-wet black hair on his head, pushed the door coldly and walked out.

Cheng Xijue pinched the spray in his hand, looked him over, and raised his chin towards the bed, "Lie down, lift up the clothes by yourself."

Gu Jian sat on the side of the bed. After taking a shower, the water was clean, and his whole body was milky white. "Give me the medicine, and I will do it myself."

Cheng Xijue leaned over to sniff the moist fragrance in his neck, and asked in a hoarse voice, "How did you do it yourself when the injury was on your back?"

Gu Jian stared at his Adam's apple that was sliding up and down, knowingly fell on the bed, turned over and buried his face in the pillow, lifted the hem of his pajamas, the skin on his back was delicate and firm, "Take it easy."

Cheng Xijue knelt on the soft bed, carefully treated each bruise, sprayed it with a cool mist, and then rubbed the wound with warm palms, so that the effect of the medicine could be absorbed into the skin faster, and he moved closer to the bruise on his back. Take a breath of hot and humid air, "Next time, it will be just the two of us at the ski resort."

Gu Jian let out a muffled "hmm".

The weight on the bed disappeared, and the mattress bounced back suddenly. Gu Jian turned his head, and Cheng Xijue got up and opened the hotel cabinet, as if he was looking for something.

Gu Jian's ears were burning hot, and his heart was trembling in his chest. His face was always expressionless, and he stared steadily.

Cheng Xijue took out a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator hidden in the cabinet, uncorked the bottle and poured it into the wine glass, raised his glass to him and asked, "I took it from the plane, do you want to have a sip, madam?"

Gu Jian breathed a sigh of relief, sat up with the pillow on his back, "Okay, I haven't had a drink for a long time."

Cheng Xijue came over with the wine glass, raised his head and took a sip, lifted his chin and put his lips in his mouth to feed it into his mouth, licked the bright red overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and asked hoarsely, "Is it good?"

Gu Jian nodded obediently, "It's delicious."

If he used to rush into the bathroom door to rinse his mouth a dozen times, now, he has done even more unorthodox things, and drinking some wine is nothing at all.

Cheng Xijue pecked at the corner of his mouth as if rewarding him, took a sip of wine and fed it to him, looked at his tight lips when he swallowed, the fine trembling of his throat, he was crazy in love with his sleepy and delicate appearance, this is Gu Jian who belonged to him alone.

After slowly drinking a glass of wine, Gu Jian fell on the bed, squinted his drunken eyes gleaming with water, and hooked his narrow white fingers towards him.

Cheng Xijue leaned over to listen.

Gu Jian tugged at his ear, and said in a drunken voice, "Don't touch me if there's nothing."

"You may not be pregnant. The doctor said that your chances of pregnancy are very low." Cheng Xijue just finished speaking, his ears hurt from being pulled, his chest vibrated, and he couldn't laugh.

Gu Jian let go of his hand and said angrily, "I don't dare to bet on this probability."

Cheng Xijue slowly picked out the button of his pajamas with one hand, and whispered in his ear: "How could I let you bet on this probability? I always have it in my pocket. If you are not satisfied, I can go for a ligation."

"Is one enough?" Gu Jian pushed his face away and asked under his throat.

Cheng Xijue pinched the warm earlobe, and said casually: "I didn't say I only prepared one."