The nails looked like they were coated with a layer of transparent nail polish, making them shiny and rosy.
I came out in a hurry, and I only had on my gray suit, which looked very thin in such heavy snow.
One hand is in his trouser pocket and the other is holding an umbrella.
My hands were red from the cold.
Vanilla parked the car on the side of the road. Although the distance was not far, it would still take seven or eight minutes to walk there carefully on the snow without slipping.
The wind passed in one gust, then paused for a second or two and came again.
Zhang Mofei couldn't open his eyes due to the wind and snow, and squinted at the road ahead.
The umbrella in Jing Feng's hand was shaky, so much so that he felt as comfortable as throwing his hands away and putting them in his pockets.
"Senior, please go back, you are wearing so little."
Zhang Mofei finally noticed the clothes Jing Feng was wearing.
Seeing that his hand holding the umbrella was blown red by the wind, she reached out and grabbed the umbrella and threw it to the ground.
"What kind of umbrella are you using on a day like this?"
Even if it snowed under an umbrella, there would still be snow on both of their bodies, so it would be better not to use it at all.
The umbrella was thrown away by Zhang Mofei, and a gust of wind came. Jing Feng couldn't open his eyes, and snow blew into his eyes.
He closed his eyes tightly, lowered his head and rubbed it with his hands.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Mofei was dressed like a penguin and had already taken two steps towards Jing Feng. Seeing Jing Feng lower his head and rub his eyes, she jumped back again.
"It's okay." Jing Feng shook his head.
He put his hands back into his trouser pockets.
"You go back just this way, why do I feel that you are so reluctant to leave?"
Zhang Mofei tilted his neck and looked at Jing Feng with a smile.
Just a pair of crescent eyes outside, like crescent moons.
Her feet stepped back step by step, and she was facing the wind as she walked backwards. She planned to just retreat to the side of the road.
"Shouldn't you be reluctant to leave when you meet an alumnus of the same school?" Jing Feng asked.
After asking, he raised his eyebrows, his narrow eyes sparkling.
What can he do if he doesn't give up?
Falling flowers are intentional and flowing water is ruthless!
Tian Zhuang never understood why he always watched from a distance and paid silent attention. This was the reason.
She is someone else's wife, how many times does he have the chance to walk with her on a snowy day like this?
There is only one winter a year, and some winters may not necessarily snow.
In fact, the more memories he has with her, the worse it will be for him, because the original mild affection and longing for her will gradually escalate.
You can't control it, this is emotion.
But eating and talking with her is the most enjoyable thing.
I can’t remember how long it’s been since I sat down and had a meal with people in peace.
I don’t know if it’s good or bad to meet again after ten years.
It would be great if I could be alone like this for the rest of my life because of Zhang Mofei.
At the very least, he didn't have to take responsibility, so there was no possibility of him blaming anyone. He didn't want to blaming anyone.
"No matter what, we are all in the same city. There will be many opportunities to meet each other in the future."
What Zhang Mofei said was from the bottom of his heart, definitely not polite words.
Originally, they were in the same city.
We met at a business reception last time. There will be many opportunities for them to attend such occasions in the future, so it is inevitable that they will meet again.
Jing Feng slightly curved his lips when he heard this, and a faint smile dyed his brows.
Finally reaching the roadside and walking to the car, Zhang Mofei opened the door and said to Jing Feng, "Go back quickly. It's so cold. You're wearing so little, be careful of catching a cold."
Caring from the heart.
Jing Feng wore too little.
The bridge of his nose was high and the tip of his nose was red from the cold. His brows were stained with white snow. A gust of wind blew away the snow.
