Remember in one second [Jiujiu Novels Network
Xue Qingdai looked at Xie Yan's high nose bridge again. Even though there was a quilt between them last time, she later secretly looked at Xie Yan's pants, and her eyes naturally noticed that place.
Men with high noses are indeed like the old saying goes, like cures like.
It does look quite big.
"Is there something on my face?" Xie Yan wiped his face with his hand, "Is there anything else?"
He didn't put any women's stuff on his face, but he heard the neighbors talking about how young Daidai was. He was older than Daidai, and when they stood together, he looked older because of the age difference.
Xie Yan felt inexplicably nervous. Occasionally he would remember to apply the cream. If he applied it carelessly there might be some white cream left, and Dai Dai would laugh at him.
His slender fingers hid half of Xue Qingdai's face in the red scarf.
He didn't want anyone to look at Daidai's charming and innocent little face for too long; she was his wife.
His rough fingertips happened to rub against Xue Qingdai's face again and again, then he loosened his hand and exhaled white air.
"What are you doing? I can't even breathe, humph!"
"There's something on your face, let me touch it."
Xue Qingdai rubbed her slightly cold hand against Xie Yan's face. There was some stubble on his resolute profile. Her hand felt painful and she wanted to throw a tantrum, so she turned her back.
Xie Yan gently pulled her over and put her hand in his coat pocket. They held hands to keep each other warm. "Let's go drink some soy milk first, and then eat some meat buns. The Jitou stall is very famous. My comrades all say it's delicious."
Xue Qingdai was carried away by Xie Yan, looking at the thin sunlight, it was almost dawn.
Leaning against Xie Yan, it didn't seem so cold anymore. "I want to eat another tea egg. You peel it for me and feed it to me."
Xie Yan thought about it and said, "Okay."
After breakfast, the two followed the crowd. Xue Qingdai walked in front, and Xie Yan walked behind, carrying things and leading the way for her.
Xie Yan didn't have much interest in buying things, his attention was all on the people running around in front of him.
Even if she was going to a big market, she would still get lost. Xie Yan noticed her red fingers from the cold, and his face was unfriendly. His voice was naturally a little cold: "Daidai, put your hands in your pockets."
Xue Qingdai: “Oh~”
She heard it, but didn't do it. Xie Yan grabbed her and forcefully warmed Xue Qingdai's hands. The two of them waited for the fresh fish to be cleaned at the fish stall.
The fishmonger put her hair behind her head with her frozen fingers. She looked at Xie Yan and his friends with smiles on their faces. "Just got married? The couple has a great relationship."
Xie Yan replied in a weak voice: "Yeah."
Xue Qing silently widened his eyes and dug his nails into Xie Yan's palm. Xie Yan was really good at talking.
The aunt ruthlessly stabbed the fish's belly with the old knife passed down from her ancestors, and then asked, "No baby, right? Generally, couples without babies have a good relationship. When are you going to have a baby?"
Xue Qingdai was already feeling so embarrassed that she wished she could just disappear standing there. With a full sense of urgency, she pulled Xie Yan's arm forcefully, urging him silently.
Why are there people urging marriage and childbirth everywhere? What a waste of time.
Aunt Yu, who has been killing people for ten years, shouldn't be so cold and heartless. Why is she still so gossipy?
Xie Yan's eyes changed slightly, he handed over the money and bills, was silent for a while, and just nodded slightly.
There were a few fresh fish hanging on the rope. Xue Qingdai felt the fishy smell was strong, so she asked Xie Yan to carry them away from her.
"You're so pampered! Who drank two bowls of fish soup last time?" Xie Yan asked as he watched the show and did as she wished, keeping the fish away from her.
Xue Qingdai's face was numb from the cold wind, and she took the initiative to cover her face with a scarf. Her pair of bewitching eyes just kept looking at Xie Yan, as if she was sulking.
"You said I was squeamish, so don't admit that you and I are a couple."
"Xie Yan, don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"
Xie Yan's joints turned pale with cold as he placed his hands on her shoulders, and said anxiously, "What am I thinking? How come I don't know?"
He touched her lightly with his thin lips, fearing that his selfishness would be exposed and scare her away and she would never come back to the capital.
Besides, sooner or later they will be a couple.
Xue Qingdai pouted her red lips, and licked her mouth twice because it felt dry, but she didn't dare to look directly at Xie Yan.
It was just a casual remark. When she was really asked about it, the corners of her eyes turned red. She always felt that Xie Yan was interested in her, and it would be a bit shameless for her to admit it directly.
And she will never take the initiative, so to call her a coward is to be called a coward.
"you……"
"Xie Yan, you are bullying me."
Her tears instantly flowed down, as if she had really suffered a great injustice. Occasionally, she broke free from her hands to peek at Xie Yan's expression. When she met Xie Yan's dark eyes, Xue Qingdai cried louder and clenched her little fists into fists and hit Xie Yan's chest.
Xie Yan was wearing a black cotton coat, with a tall figure and handsome facial features, attracting the attention of passers-by.
His eyes fell on Xue Qingdai's long hair that was blown away. He was in such a hurry to come out in the morning that he didn't tie her hair.
Xie Yan sighed softly, Dai Dai is really annoying.
He didn't say anything, but Daidai still didn't want to be his wife.
He didn't want such a pessimistic ending and decided that Xue Qingdai was his wife.
Anyway, after marriage, he will never be able to win an argument.
He hung all the things he bought on his 28-bar bicycle, undressed and held Xue Qingdai's head in his warm arms. Although there was some cold wind, it felt really good to feel her in his arms.
Xue Qingdai squeezed out two tears, bit her lips, and sobbed, "Xie Yan, take me to buy egg cakes, and I will forgive you."
Xie Yan smoothed her hair and re-arranged her scarf, "Okay."
It's so annoying. She cries so pitifully, but her mind is still thinking about food.
Xie Yan took her on a bike ride to a pastry shop in the alley and bought sachima, jujube flower cake, longevity cake and other eight Beijing delicacies to make a pastry gift box.
I also bought some of Zhang Yiyuan's signature teas, Biluochun and Longjing, and weighed some of each and asked the salesperson to wrap them in paper to make them neater.
I bought some specialties of the capital city one after another, and finally went to Xue Qingdai's favorite pastry shop to buy egg cakes. I ordered a pack of freshly baked egg cakes and went home quickly.
This little girl must have been eating secretly on the way, breathing in the cool breeze all the way. Xie Yan was blocking the wind in front of her, and was worried about her. Her body had been blown by the cold breeze all morning, so she had to drink some ginger soup to drive away the cold.
Xie Yan always remembered what his third brother Xue Yongkang wrote in his letter, saying that his younger sister was weak and sickly, and often caught colds in winter. But he never noticed that Dai Dai was sick, and he always paid attention to her life.
Although Daidai has not been sick, Xie Yan has never dared to relax.
As soon as the two stepped into Xie's house, Yanyan growled twice softly, and then nimbly circled around Xue Qingdai to attract the owner's attention.
Xue Qingdai sat and played with the dog, while Xie Yan held a steaming enamel basin.
"Wash your hands! The butter from the egg cake was all over our son."
Xue Qingdai pouted her lips, feeling a little unnatural, wondering if there were still some cake crumbs on her mouth.
In front of a cool and handsome guy like Xie Yan, she still has to save some face.
Her fingers were red from being soaked, and Xie Yan wiped them clean with a towel.
Xie Yan turned around with the basin in his hand and saw his mother Zhang Shuying standing motionless in front of the stove.
She looked gloomy, and Xie Yan was afraid that his mother was worried too much.
"Mom, don't get me wrong, the son I'm talking about is Yanyan."
His slender fingers drooped lifelessly.
That injury was a family pain.
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