Chapter 1193: You want to like me, like a little longer 145

Probably because the soldiers all came out to sweep the snow today, many people in the city followed, some helped sweep the snow, and some sold the stalls in the cold winter.
Qingqiu looked for a long time, finally found the date tea stall, went over, just wanted to open, could not help but sneezed, rubbed his nose, sucked his nose and said: "Boss, give me a Bowl of jujube tea."
After thinking about drinking jujube tea, Qingzhi also bought jujube tea for those who had snow-sweeping.
The boss of the jujube tea booth saw her as a general, and quickly asked her to go into the shed to avoid the snow. "The general waited a moment, and I will give you a grand present."
The gentle and gentle road: "No hurry."
Not long after, the boss put the date tea up, and the childish head bowed a sip of sweet tea, only to feel a warm current spreading in the body, very warm feeling.
The voice of passers-by came from outside the shed. "Boss, how can the military camp go?"
The childish movement, lifted up, and saw a familiar figure that had not been seen for a long time stood outside the jujube tea stand, a white robe with frost and snow on his body, white lips, and looks like a dusty servant. Looks like it seems to be coming over the night.
The boss still replied, the childish and calmly squatted down, put down the tea bowl, put money on the table, and got up and went to the other side.
But she just walked out of the jujube tea stall and took a few steps, and then heard the person behind him with a slightly stagnation and hoarse voice: "Children?"
Qingchun did not stop, and his eyes went flat.
Not long after, the man chased him up and stopped in front of her, looking at her with a dignified look, but did not talk to her.
Qing child gently wrinkled his brow, brewing emotions, and the result was a sneeze that broke the silence.
"Is it sick?" Wen Jian subconsciously reached out to touch her head, but the childish frowning eyebrows did not open his head, refused to let him touch, see, Wen Jian slightly stunned, his hands are a little stiff The ground stopped in midair and had to be slowly lowered.
The young child sucked his nose and said nothing. He turned and went away. Wen Jian only thought about keeping her, and he didn’t think much about it. He almost grasped her hand subconsciously. Struggling to get out of the hand like being shocked, staring coldly at Wen Jane, opening, toneless and cold without emotion: "Is there something?"
Wen Jian once again gently put down her hand and watched her whisper: "I heard that Blizzard under the southern city, I..." worried about you.
In this sentence, the phrase that can be said naturally in the past, at this moment, Wen Jian said that he could not say it, nor was he qualified to say it.
The childishness faintly converges and nods: "It is Blizzard, but this is not within your jurisdiction, and you don't have to worry about it."
After saying this, Qingzhi is gone.
Wen Jian did not dare to stop her again, but could not help but remind her: "You look a little white, remember to find a doctor."
Qing Qiaotou did not return, the sound of the wind and snow is still so big, Wen Jian did not know if she heard it, but he silently followed her all the way, but did not see the childish to find a doctor.
Wen Jian did not know whether Qing was mad at himself, but he was afraid that she would get sick, so she did not dare to delay in such things, and she found herself in the cold and clear Nanjiang City for a long time. Finally, I found a medical museum that opened the door.