Chapter 300: Have a good heart

At this moment, Luo Yangyang had only one thought in his mind.
She is going to get the ring back!
Putting on a thick and warm down jacket, Luo Yangyang rushed out the door like a gust of wind.
In the next room with the door closed, there was no light from the crack in the door. I don't know if the saint was asleep or not in the room.
In the canonized bedroom, even the heating was not turned on.
In the dark and cold night, the curtains floated by the light cold wind.
He leaned leaning against the door frame of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with cigar heads spread all over the floor under his feet, and he could not count how many cigarettes he smoked.
There was a cigar between his slender fingers, and the only light in the dark bedroom came from the sparks of the cigar in his hand.
Fengsheng's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the black eyes as deep as an ancient well looked into the distance.
He stood motionless and watched, and didn't smoke his cigar. Judging from the slightly stiff movement of his leaning chair on the door, he had stood for a long time.
The canonization stood like a sculpture, as if his cold eyes were frozen, but there was a sudden fluctuation.
He saw a group of white moving in the vast snow.
When he took a closer look, his cold eyes were suddenly startled.
Isn't the figure wearing a white down jacket running on the snow in the back garden, the little thing he is too familiar with, and is holding in his arms all night.
Under the moonlight and snow, he could see everything on the snow clearly without additional light.
After Luo Yangyang ran to the approximate location where the ring might fall, he stopped, bent over and lowered his head, watching carefully on the snow.
Fortunately, it didn't snow anymore a few days ago. Otherwise, as soon as the snowflakes were covered, she would turn the entire back garden over, and she might not be able to retrieve the ring.
"Ring ring, come out quickly, don't hide."
The snowy ground is white, and the white jade ring is also white. After Luo Yangyang bent down and stared for a few minutes, his eyes became a little dazzled.
The canonization still maintained the action of the slanted chair door frame. He stared at Luo Yangyang, who was quickly fusing into the snow in the distance, and the corners of his cold mouth suddenly rose slightly.
"Small things." Feng Sheng faded away from the cold and thoughtful black eyes, and the corners of his eyebrows were dyed with a hint of petting.
She ran to the place where the two quarreled in the middle of the night, what else could she do besides finding a ring.
Xiaoyanger, when he spoils her so much, he knows that little things can't be so unscrupulous.
After much deliberation in the middle of the night, he also found out the problem of the conflict between the two.
He is pushing too hard.
He shouldn't ask without asking, just let the little thing accept his arrangement.
Although she is still young, she also has her own ideas. He shouldn't be paranoid to make her follow his ideas.
Even if he is doing it for her, and for their future, he should discuss it with her.
The character of the little thing is tolerant and well-behaved. If it is not urgent, her emotions will not rebound so much.
"Where is it? It should be near here."
Luo Yangyang stooped so much that he was sore. He straightened up and looked at the nearby snowy ground that was stepped on one by one. His small brows were frowning and frowning.
She obviously looked for it so carefully, why didn't she see the ring.
The two quarreled. Although Feng Sheng knew that he was also responsible, he felt a little angry when he thought that Luo Yangyang would throw the ring on impulse.
Therefore, he did not rush to find Luo Yangyang, still wearing a black suit, squeezed out the cigar and went to the bathroom.
After Feng Sheng came out of the bathroom with a short hair wet, he walked to the French window the first time.
Seeing Luo Yangyang was still looking for a ring in the snow, he didn't bother to dry his hair, put on his coat and went out.