The wind and snow fell all over Zhao Wujiang's shoulders.
Zhao Wujiang crossed the city gate building, walked through the streets and alleys, and returned to Prince Yin's Mansion.
Go through the front hall corridor and come to the small courtyard of the dormitory.
Zhao Wujiang returned to his original appearance while walking.
In the small courtyard, my sister-in-law Qing'er was filling his little cotton-padded jacket with all kinds of strange and weird stuff with snow. The two of them were having a great time, and laughter and laughter were swirling around the small courtyard.
Zhao Wujiang looked at this scene quietly with gentle eyebrows.
Xiao Nianxia's big eyes flashed, and her long eyelashes fluttered. Thanks to her parents' excellent appearance genes, she was as delicate as a porcelain doll.
It's cold in winter.
Xiao Nianxia was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and looked very naive. She was chasing her aunt on the snow and playing with her. Suddenly she saw a tall figure not far away. A smile broke out on her little face and she ran over with her arms raised:
"Daddy."
"Hey." The wind and snow on Zhao Wujiang's shoulders seemed to have melted. He smiled and ran forward a few steps, caught his daughter, and hugged her.
"Brother-in-law!" Qing'er followed the voice and looked over. She looked surprised for a moment and jumped over happily. She immediately took Zhao Wujiang's arm and smiled sweetly.
Zhao Wujiang held Xiao Nianxia with one hand and his sister-in-law Qing'er's slender waist with the other.
"Brother-in-law, why have you been away for so many days this time?" Qing'er pouted, her cheeks bulging, and she felt a little resentful.
"Miss me?" Zhao Wujiang joked, and the two of them walked towards the dormitory.
"I don't have one." Qing'er said with bright eyes and white teeth, a crooked smile:
"Sister, I miss you and always talk about you.
Although Sister Jing doesn't talk about it much, she is always absent-minded when practicing and has difficulty entering concentration. She must be worried about you too. "
Stepping into the bedroom, Zhao Wujiang searched his eyes and shouted softly:
“Jinger?
Mingyue? "
"Brother-in-law, go ahead." Qing'er reached out to pick up Xiao Nianxia from Zhao Wujiang's arms:
"Nian Xia and I are going to play first."
Zhao Wujiang nodded and opened the door to another room.
In the house, Dugu Mingyue was bending over the bed to fold clothes. She turned around when she heard the noise. When she saw the man she longed for, she smiled gently and pulled a strand of hair hanging by her ear:
"You're back?"
Zhao Wujiang approached and gently hugged Dugu Mingyue's charming waist.
Dugu Mingyue was wearing simple and elegant clothes, which could not hide her plump and graceful figure, especially her pair of human weapons, which were even more proud.
When Zhao Wujiang hugged her waist, she fell uncontrollably towards Zhao Wujiang, and the majestic and plump thing covered Zhao Wujiang's chest.
Her face turned red and she said a little shyly:
"What are you doing? It's broad daylight."
"I miss you." Zhao Wujiang smiled playfully, with a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose. He touched Dugu Mingyue's butt cheekily with his big hand:
"What, you don't miss me?"
"Nothing formal." Dugu Mingyue scolded and pushed Zhao Wujiang:
"Go and see Sister Jing, I happen to have some things to sort out.
She, she is most worried about you these days. She doesn't say anything, and her mind is a little haggard. "
"Okay, kiss me first." Zhao Wujiang didn't let go, his big hands restless, rubbing and touching.
"ლ(′◉❥◉｀ლ)" Dugu Mingyue blushed, like a dragonfly touching water, her red lips touched Zhao Wujiang's face as thick as a city wall:
"alright."
"Don't you stick out your tongue?" Zhao Wujiang's face was full of confusion and reluctance.
"Sister Jing is right, you are very thick-skinned." Dugu Mingyue pushed Zhao Wujiang a few more times, and with a dexterous turn, she broke free from Zhao Wujiang's arms.
"Oh, she slandered me? I'm going to cause trouble for her right away." Zhao Wujiang pretended to be angry and smiled, then pulled Dugu Mingyue back, hugged her into his arms, and said softly:
"Ming Yue, thank you for your hard work..."
The corners of Dugu Mingyue's mouth raised, her eyes filled with soft mist, she hummed softly, and then said softly:
"Go, Sister Jing is waiting for you."
Zhao Wujiang rubbed Dugu Mingyue's pretty buttocks hard, making them firm and soft as spring waves.
Dugu Mingyue clenched her fists in shame and anger, Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows and smiled:
"At worst, you can touch it back."
