Chapter 177: You are watching the snow, i am watching you 4

Chapter 177: You Are Looking At The Snow, I am Looking At You 4
"Come ... Come on, let's go home." Yu rubbed his hands late and trembled towards Han Ye: "Stand here again, and the two of us will soon become ice sculptures."
"Okay." Han also nodded, loosening the arm he had been holding for Wan Wan, and then took off his coat and put it on her. "I'm not cold, please."
"Really?" Yu Wan looked at him suspiciously.
"Really." Han nodded his head seriously. In order to increase the credibility of his words, he also pointed his finger to his cheek and said, "You see, it's all hot."
He blinked at him at night and wrapped his coat tightly around him, taking a deep breath: "Well, let's rush back!"
As soon as her voice fell, she spread her legs and quickly climbed up the stairs.
Han also watched him fly out, shook his head with a smile, shook his long legs, followed closely.
The good thing is that the family lived on the third floor late in the evening. The two of them spent more than ten seconds and rushed home.
As soon as they entered the house, a warm air surrounded them both instantly.
Closing the door late at night, Chang Shu breathed out, "Wow, it's still warm at home."
Yu Mama, who just came out of the living room, looked at the two people standing at the door, and said with a grimace, "Where are you two going?"
"Go downstairs to watch the snow!" Yu Wan said excitedly, "The snow outside is so big !!"
"Is this the reason why you wear a jacket?" Mother Yu glanced hard at her daughter and said nothing. She took out her jacket and handed it to Han Ye: "It's so cold What to do if you have a cold and have a cold, you are a little bigger than you, and you do n’t know how to take care of people! "
Han also took the jacket on Mom's hand with a smile, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, godmother, I'm not cold."
"Why isn't it cold?" Yu mother met Han Yeliang Bingbing's fingers, and she suddenly felt a distressed expression. "You look at your hand, it's all ice. You wait, godmother. Bring you soup! "
"Mom, I want it too!" Yu hurriedly said to her mother.
"You're sorry to ask !?" Yu mother glared at her and left such a sentence and went straight into the kitchen.
He spit out his tongue late at night, turned his head, glanced at Han Ye, and suddenly reached out to hold his cold big hand: "Yeah, your hands are really cold."
"No, I ..." Han Ye's blush just disappeared, and he immediately climbed up again.
He moved his arm, trying to pull his hand back from the palm of his hand, but she clenched his hands and said, "Don't move, I'll cover you. Later It's not cold. "
"But ..." Han also moved his lips and wanted to say something. He looked down at Yu Wanya and looked like he was really covering his hands, and finally swallowed everything back.
Her hands were small and soft, warm, and lay against the back of his hands, feeling really warm.
Han Ye's cheeks were reddish, and he turned his head, looking at the heavy snow falling outside the window, and stopped talking.
After warming him with one hand late at night, holding his other hand, it became easy for him to warm both hands, and the mother's soup was boiled.
(End of this chapter)