"Han, what a coincidence, are you here to ski too?" Shen Mengni greeted them at the registration desk in the hotel lobby, carrying her suitcase.
Xiang Yimo sighed and muttered: "It's really a lingering ghost!" His good mood was half broken.
"Huh? What's wrong with your hand? Is it broken or broken?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. My hand is neither broken nor broken. Thanks to your glass of wine, it will heal faster!"
Xiang Yimo was right. When she came out of the cemetery, she just rinsed it with clean water to clean away the blood and stains. She didn't do any treatment and went straight to the hotel. Her glass of wine just served as a substitute for her wounds. It was disinfected. Although it was extremely painful, the effect was great. The wound did not become inflamed, red, swollen or pus-producing. As long as the scab healed, it would be fine.
"Then why did you bandage your hands into pig's trotters? Are you ready to take a bite when you have nothing to do?"
"This is his masterpiece!" Xiang Yimo pointed out the instigator, "He said he wanted to be my hand, so he bandaged my hands like this so that I couldn't move."
Nangong Han immediately picked up a cup of hot milk tea and handed it directly to her mouth.
Xiang Yimo lowered her head slightly and drank it, showing off to her, "Now I just need to use my mouth!"
Shen Mengni took a deep breath and swallowed her anger, "Since we are here by chance, let's have another snowball fight!"
It's hard for her to say this kind of thing that takes advantage of someone's situation.
"I beat you all over with snow this morning, have you forgotten?"
"If you stand on it, you won't be able to win!"
"Snowball fights are painless, itchy, and boring. How about we have a real one! I won't use my hands, just use my two feet to deal with you!" Xiang Yimo raised his toes and twisted his ankle bones, "But let's start the fight. Before that, you have to tell me which side of your teeth you want to keep. I'm afraid that if I get excited, I'll kick all your teeth out and it will be bad to turn into an old woman at such a young age!"
Shen Mengni was so frightened that her eyes widened and her face turned pale, "You are so violent!" She pulled her suitcase, turned around and ran away.
With this god of plague around, it would be impossible for her to have fun with Nangong Han.
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Shen owns shares in this ski resort, so he even booked a villa suite during this peak tourist season.
Standing in the snow field, all you can see is silver, white sky, white snow, and white trees. Such a pure and bright world can cover up the haze in people's hearts.
A pure white cabin with a snow-covered roof, a warm European-style fireplace inside, and an open-air hot spring surrounded by rockeries, which is both hidden and open, with steam rising from the clear water.
They put down their luggage and put on their ski clothes. Of course, Xiang Yimo's clothes were still put on by Nangong Han for her, so he inevitably touched them again and got some oil stuck on them.
Nangong Han put on his ski goggles, stepped on his skis, and flew out in a flash. He flexibly changed direction and quickly paddled the ski pole to accelerate, like a ball, rolling on the snow flexibly.
But Xiang Yimo could only stand there angrily, because the wound on her hand had not healed yet, so she could not ski yet. Nangong Han ordered her to stand here as a "watching stone" and watch him skate happily. !
Suddenly a woman wearing a pink ski suit approached Nangong Han. She rowed very smoothly, almost in sync with Nangong Han's movements, but she was not as fast as him, so she could only follow behind him. But it was obvious that she wanted to
He tried his best to catch up, so he did not hesitate to take risks and change lanes quickly to catch up with his speed.
The two of them went one behind the other, forming a beautiful scenery. Many people stopped to watch the two of them skiing.
Xiang Yimo was so angry that his teeth were itching. His husband was about to be snatched away, so how could he keep calm with this "husband-looking stone"? He ran to the room to get the ski tools, regardless of the situation, his feet
Stepping on it, her clumsy hands barely held the ski pole. Xiang Yimo felt that her motor cells were well developed, so skiing should not be a problem for her.
She put her hands firmly on the ground and swung back. The ski pole flew out of her hands and the skis moved forward. Her center of gravity was unstable, she fell backward and sat down on the snow. Fortunately, she wore more clothes, otherwise
It fell so hard that my butt would definitely be cracked.
Nangong Han slid over quickly, held up his hands, turned his feet, and stopped steadily in front of her, "I didn't tell you not to slide, why are you so disobedient!" He helped Xiang Yimo on the ground.
Get up, bend down and pat the remaining snow off her body.
"It's not all your fault! If you hadn't tied my hands like this, I couldn't even hold a ski pole, would I have fallen?" Xiang Yimo said aggrievedly.
Immediately afterwards, the woman in pink ski clothes also rowed towards this side and took off her ski goggles. Shen Mengni showed a contemptuous sneer, "Did the fall serious? Did the butt crack? Without that diamond, what kind of porcelain work would I be asked to do?
!Not everyone can ski. But you are so smart, if you throw a few more dogs and eat shit, you should learn it!"
"Then how many times did you have to throw a lot of shit before you learned it?" Xiang Yimo asked in response.
"Sir, you and your girlfriend are paddling so well!"
The people watching on the sidelines praised them one after another, which made Xiang Yimo feel uncomfortable.
Nangong Han held her tightly in his arms and glanced at everyone with a cold gaze, "I'm sorry, this is my wife!"
"By the way, what are you doing over there?" Xiang Yimo pointed forward.
A pink stage was set up in the open air, and a large group of people gathered around it, making it very lively.
"It's a tradition here to hold a kissing contest for couples at the beginning of the new year!" a tourist nearby told them.
"Shall we go to the competition too?" Nangong Han encouraged her.
"Kissing in public?" Xiang Yimo muttered every word, feeling shy just thinking about it, and then shook her head, "No, no, no!"
Nangong Han raised his eyebrows, "Don't you have confidence in my kissing skills?"
Xiang Yimo was so embarrassed that he covered his face with his hands, "Don't be ashamed!"
"There's nothing to be shy about!" Nangong Han grabbed her bear paw and walked over there.