Hang Ningdai slowly curled herself into a ball and felt as if she were being held by Han Xilang.
"Child …" Hang Ningdai murmured whether she would think about it or not … A way of being caught off guard became another problem for her and him! It’s actually irrational for her to come to him so impulsively.
The door failed to hear Lou Han Xilang answering the phone. Hang Ningdai got curious and went out to eavesdrop.
"Yes! I just got back from being together all day … "Han Xilang doesn’t know who she is talking to. There is a rare joy in her tone." What am I afraid of when she is resting in the building? What other woman? Is there a man who is more innocent than me, Han Xilang? "
Pause for a moment, probably waiting for the other person to talk.
Han Xilang laughed "Ha ha is quite good, my parents there is not a problem! What bad idea? This trick won’t work! How can Ning Dai let her have children so early when she is still a child? Sooner or later, of course … Seven is too many, one is too few, three or four … "
Hang Ningdai couldn’t hear her clearly. Her hair stood on end. Hilong likes children very much … She wants many children … Hang Ningdai slowly clenched her hands and lifted her face to look at the ceiling. Is that telling her … Are they still good?
Meanwhile, in Han Ximing’s private house,
"Bang" a bowl of utensils fell to the ground, crisp and broken, and Xiao Li covered her head. "Ah …"
Han Ximing Zheng busy to hold her "small glass?"
"The other half must be there!" Small glass frowned at Han Ximing pain nodded.
Chapter 125 Fanwai Dabao’s brother is too poor
Hang up the phone and Han Xilang went back to work. He was so focused on tapping the keyboard with his fingers that he couldn’t see clearly. The ringing fell in Hang Ningdai’s ear, which sounded so good that Hang Ningdai’s eyes were a little sour. She looked up and choked back some things.
Soft-soled slippers crash on the floor.
But Han Xilang immediately turned around and smiled at her "how come so soon? Aren’t you tired after shopping for so long? "
"It’s too early to sleep." Hang Ningdai shook her head and pulled up a chair to sit opposite her and looked at the pile of information on the table. "Well, what can I do for you?"
"No …" Han Xilang just wanted to say no, but today their atmosphere was so good that he couldn’t bear to refuse. He handed a stack of paper to Ning Dai. "Can you type it for me with your English?"
Hang Ningdai took the light smile and promised "good"
Hang Ning Dai untied her neck and neck, knocked on the keyboard wall pointer carefully and walked along the street lamp in the courtyard. I don’t know when it snowed again. The Imperial Capital is a city that likes snow.
Han Xilang looked up and saw the facial features of Hang Ning Dai. The most prominent of Hang Ning Dai’s five senses is the nose, which is especially tall and straight because of the bridge of the nose. It is even more amazing when it highlights the temperament.
Hang Ningdai is very serious when she does things, which is her growing up.
Because of the special family circumstances, Hang Ning Dai’s enlightenment education was not completed at school. Those tutors in the presidential palace have always taught your daughter, and I don’t need to elaborate on how harsh it is. Fortunately, Ning Dai’s little bag has not suffered less.
When I first learned to write English, Hang Ningdai could never write well. Han Xilang was more strict with her than the teacher. It was really like that when she wrote a round doodle bag all day and held a pen sample.
At dinner, Ruan Danning went to call her daughter, "Why is NingDai still writing? Have dinner! "
Hang Ningdai did not look up at her mother’s grandmother with a left and a right bun. "No, I can’t write well today. Brother Dabao will criticize him for being angry … Ning Dai is afraid."
"…" Ruan Danning surprised his little princess just how old? Was eaten to death by the boss of the Korean family? Mothers don’t interfere too much with Korean bosses. Although they are overbearing and harsh, it is well known that they love their daughters.
Xuan came and went. Hang Ningdai immediately put her hand on it and ran with unter den unter den. Sure enough, she saw Han Xilang and Han Ximing coming back together. At that time, she could not accurately recognize who the two brothers were.
Young Han Xilang good hand stretched out "finished? Let me see. "
"Well," Hang Ningdai looked up and carefully handed it to her brother, waiting for his evaluation.
Slowly Han Xilang’s face smiled. "Good. Isn’t this a good writing?" Then bend down and pick up Ning Dai and pinch her nose. "Tell me what reward you want."
Hang Ningdai’s chubby arm hugged her brother and stuck it in his ear, writing a novel "Brother Dabao accompanied Ningdai to make a snow doll at night"
"Good" Han Xilang smiled and rubbed her head. No one can guess his little bride … since childhood, she has been raised according to his standards.
I have loved that girl for more than ten years.
Snow like goose feather falls outside the window, pulling back Han Xilang’s thoughts. Han Xilang gets up and walks behind Hang Ningdai, then hugs people sadly. Why don’t you believe him? Many times, language is really weak.
"Ningdai"
Han Xilang bowed his head and buried himself in her neck. Hang Ningdai suddenly Zheng, but did not move. Hang Ningdai’s neck is slender and standard swan neck. It looks white and flawed, but it burns like a flame at the moment.
Don’t think too much about it. He has already opened his mouth and kissed it.
If you can’t be emotional? Hang Ningdai raised her hand to caress his cheek. The heavy snow has accumulated a lot. Hang Ningdai smiled, "Brother Dabao will accompany me to make a snow doll!"
Han Xilang’s hot breath was still rolling around her neck, but she didn’t hesitate to say "good" when she answered.
I’ll give it to you if you want it
The wind and snow in the courtyard are even more important than watching through the window. The lawn in the courtyard is well maintained and the snow is very beautiful. Han Xilang wrapped Hang Ningdai with a blanket and handed her a piece of red paper. "Just sit here and fold a hat … I can’t bear to let you do it."
"Hee hee" Hang Ningdai squinted and enjoyed the favor. "I’m not going to help you."
Han Xilang scraped her nose. "I knew to send me."
Making a snowman is not a strong thing for Han Xilang. Hang Ningdai sat on the steps of the veranda with red paper in her hand and folded her hat. She quickly folded it and looked at him with her cheeks in her hands.67356.66666666676
For the convenience of Han Xilang, he didn’t wear a coat and wore a smoky cashmere sweater. The neckline showed a tie of the same color. Even if this man made such a naive snowman … he still smelled like a noble.
The snowman was fat, tall and naive. Hang Ningdai smiled "Haha, so cute" when she looked at it.
Han Xilang ran over and picked up Ning Dai. "Go without your cuteness … put a hat on it."