All the furnishings of Xie Jinhuan's home are brand new, and you can tell at a glance that they have just moved in.
The villa decoration is in a minimalist style of black, white and gray. Tang Qiaoer can tell at a glance that all furniture and home appliances are world's top brands, low-key luxury.
As soon as she came in, she felt a little cold and shrank her shoulders gently.
It’s not that there is not enough heating, but that the empty space, paired with monotonous colors, makes people feel a depressing coolness visually.
"Qiaoqiao, isn't it a little cold?"
Xie Jinhuan personally took out a pair of pure white plush slippers from the shoe cabinet, knelt on one knee, and placed it under Tang Qiaoer's feet, "Put it on quickly, I'll turn on the heater a little bigger."
Tang Qiaoer's long eyelashes fluttered, and she put her white and moist feet into her warm slippers.
Furry, very comfortable.
?
The shoes are new, and even the shoe size is so suitable. Just like it was specially prepared for her.
"Young Master, you are back." Zhou Ma, who has been taking care of their mother and son for many years, walked out to greet her.
"Qiaoqiao, this is Zhou Ma."
Xie Jinhuan introduced with a smile, "Ma Zhou, this person is..."
"I know! I know! Is it Miss Tang you are thinking about? Hello, Miss Tang!"
Zhou's mother was extremely enthusiastic and looked at Tang Qiaoer constantly, "So beautiful... What a great beauty! My God... is even more beautiful than the first lady in the beauty pageant in Senguo!"
Tang Qiaoer's cheeks were red, her beautiful eyes were curved, and she was a little shy, "Thank you for your praise, Ma Zhou."
"Come in, come in, come in, it's cold outside? Master, my wife is waiting for you to come!"
Zhou's mother led them to the living room, looking back at them from time to time along the way. The more you looked, the more you liked them, the more you looked, the more you felt that it was a perfect match.
Tang Qiaoer was a little nervous.
In my impression, she could no longer remember what Mrs. Xie looked like.
When I was a child, when I went to Xie’s house to play, Xie Dong would come out alone to receive them. Mrs. Xie rarely showed up. She met twice by chance, and she only remembered that Mrs. Xie was a very gentle and kind woman.
"mom!"
Hearing Xie Jinhuan's call, the middle-aged woman wrapped in a camel-colored velvet blanket, slowly turned around.
Tang Qiaoer felt a little uncomfortable when she breathed.
Mrs. Xie is about the same age as Aunt Min, but she is already gray-haired and beautiful.
"Son! Son is back!"
Mrs. Xie suddenly smiled. Although she was old, she still smiled very beautifully, which shows how outstanding beauty she was when she was young.
Xie Jinhuan hurriedly walked over quickly and hugged his mother, "Mom, Miss Tang is here to visit you."
"Ah... is it Qiaoqiao? Is it Qiaoqiao?"
Mrs. Xie looked as lively as a child. She looked at Tang Qiaoer with her eyes full of love, "Hurry! Zhou Ma, Zhou Ma!"
"Hey, I'm here, madam!" Zhou Ma responded quickly.
"Hurry, get the juice for Qiaoqiao and grab the candy for Qiaoqiao!"
"Okay OK!"
Zhou's mother hurriedly grabbed a handful of colorful candies from the exquisite dessert box on the coffee table and enthusiastically held them to Tang Qiaoer, "Miss Tang, you eat candy."
Tang Qiaoer was a little surprised and took the candy over.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Xie’s way of entertaining guests was so special that she even gave her candy.
"A Jin, you should always bring your children to your house to play in the future! Don't be afraid that your mother will rest. Mom is just afraid that you will be alone and no one will play with you." Mrs. Xie said as she looked at her son worriedly.
Tang Qiaoer was suddenly shocked, and her shocked gaze fell on Xie Jinhuan inch by inch.
"Mom, don't worry, I'm not lonely at all with Qiaoqiao by my side."
The sadness flashed in Xie Jinhuan's eyes, and he gently stroked Mrs. Xie's spine, "Even if all the children ignore me, Qiao Qiao will not ignore me."
"Okay, okay... In the future, Qiaoqiao, you should come to the house to play with A Jin often!" Mrs. Xie looked at Tang Qiaoer with a friendly look, just like she was the little girl fifteen years ago.
"Thank you, Mrs.
Tang Qiaoer was moved, and walked over and knelt in front of Mrs. Xie on one knee, raised her beautiful face and smiled brightly, "Don't worry if Ajin has me, my friend, accompanied me!"
...
Xie Jinhuan took off his suit, tall and tall figure, wearing a white shirt and a gray vest, and went to the kitchen with a noble temperament.
Although Tang Qiaoer was a guest, she was embarrassed to ask the fourth young master of the Xie family to cook for her.
So she followed him to the kitchen.
"I'll help you. You don't even have a cook at home. When will you make so many dishes?" Tang Qiaoer looked at the table of high-end ingredients, rolled up her sleeves neatly, and had the urge to cook.
"It's okay, everything is ready, seafood is easy to make, very fast."
As he said that, Xie Jinhuan looked at her with a worried look, his voice was soft, "Qiaoqiao, I remember you are allergic to smoke. There is oil smoke in the kitchen. You should go to the living room and chat with my mother."
Tang Qiaoer's whole body tightened, and her clear eyes flashed with a surprising light, "You, how do you know that I'm allergic to smoke?"
"Do you still remember? When I was a child, Uncle Tang brought you to our house as a guest. My elder brother shouted that he wanted to eat barbecue, so he ordered a few servants to bbq in the backyard."
Later, smoke drifted out, and Uncle Tang took you away nervously, saying that you were allergic to smoke. I still remember that Uncle Tang was anxious and angry at that time, as if facing a great enemy, and even scolded my dad.
One pass.”
Xie Jinhuan chuckled, "It can be seen that Qiaoqiao, you are Uncle Tang's favorite."
Tang Qiaoer stared at him in a daze, and a kind of unexplained sorrow surged in her heart, slowly surging upwards and flowed backwards along her nose.
She endured it again and again, but her eyes still turned red and a trace of crystal clear.
She was by Shen Jingkyu for three years and had been cooking for three years, but the man had no idea that she had smoke allergies.
However, a small incident that happened more than ten years ago has been remembered by Xie Jinhuan to this day.
"It's okay, I'll help you."
Tang Qiaoer stood side by side in front of the pool, buried her head deep, and skillfully processed the fresh ingredients.
Xie Jinhuan's eyes were slightly dark, and his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he quietly took a step towards her.
"Qiaoqiao, thank you."
"You treat me to a meal, I should thank you."
"It's not because of this."
Xie Jinhuan's clear voice and a little dumbfounded, and he smiled bitterly, "You see my mother's situation. Her memory has deteriorated greatly. Sometimes she doesn't recognize me, and sometimes she feels that I am still a seven or eight-year-old child."
"I understand, this is one of the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease." Tang Qiaoer sighed quietly.
"You are willing to work with me to make her happy, I really thank you."
The two looked at each other at the same time, and their foreheads collided inadvertently.
They were both stunned and then laughed.
...
In the villa, there is a warm and joyful scene.
Outside the villa, the weather is cold and the north wind is shining.
Shen Jing felt like iron cast, standing motionless outside the villa, staring straight at the bright and warm lights, looking at them.
He didn't know how long he had been standing, nor did he know how long he would have to continue standing.
He had only one thought at this moment.
Wait for her, wait until she comes out to see him.
She will always come out, right?
Suddenly, I felt a little cold on my face, soaking my heart and spleen, spreading all over my body.
He slowly raised his head, and the fine and dense crystal snowflakes fell on his pale face, blending into his blood-filled starry eyes.
It's snowing.
The first snowfall since the beginning of winter in Shengjing.
If you can snow together today, you will be considered as having white hair in this life.
Tang Qiaoer, I want to spend this first snow with you...
Chen was shocked and exhaled a hot white mist, and took out his cell phone tremblingly, and dialed Tang Qiaoer's phone number.