Chapter 47 I accept you

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"Of course."

Jing Rong grabbed her exposed arm back into the quilt and continued to coax her. "Xiaoci goes to the company to accompany me, okay?"

"Ah?" Dong Ci looked at him blankly.

"It's so snowy outside, the car will drive very slowly, so you can sit in the car and enjoy the scenery outside."

"But I don't want to sit in the car, I want to go outside and step on the snow."

Jing Rong thought for a moment and nodded slightly, "Yes."

He took Dong Ci back to bed and handed her the clothes. "When I get to the company soon, I can walk with you."

"..."

The snow outside is really thick. This should be the biggest snow Dong Ci has seen since childhood.

As the car moved slowly along the way, Dong Ci had been lying on the side of the car window staring straight at the snow scene outside.

At this time, the snow outside had not stopped. The fluttering snowflakes were like feathers. She looked at her heart itchy, so she opened the car window a lot and reached out to grab a handful of snow.

"Withdraw your hand." Since getting in the car, Dong Ci hadn't looked at Jing Rong directly, and kept facing his back with his back.

A few snowflakes drifted in, with the cold wind, Jing Rong slightly frowned, leaned forward to circle her in her arms, pressing her to close her window.

"Do you want to catch a cold again?"

He stared at the curious baby nestled in his arms, and poked her face with his fingers.

He actually regretted it a little bit. Dong Ci's body has just recovered now and can't stand a little wind chill. He shouldn't abduct her out for a little selfishness.

"You promised me, take me down."

After two more streets, he came to his company. Dong Ci poked his chest and saw him ignore him, so he anxiously pulled his sleeve. "Arong--"

Her 'Arong' was really soft and sweet. Jingrong only felt that there was a numbing current flowing from his back to his whole body.

His eyes were slightly heavy, contaminated with a trace of evil spirits, and her chin was picked up. "Is Xiaoci acting cute to me?"

Dong Ciwei bit his lip, just whispered, "Obviously you promised me first, you can't talk without counting!"

Her eyes are dark and bright. Since Momma's death, her eyes looking at Jingrong are always watery and seem helpless and pitiful, but full and dependent.

Jing Rong couldn't see her eyes. He squinted slightly, rubbing her chin with her thumb and rubbing the corners of her lips, said dumbly. "Screaming my name again."

Dong Ci responded quickly, and rubbed the back of his hand very well, shouting sweetly. "Arong."

It's just a geek / confusing little demon / spirit!

Jing Rong only felt that her heart was going to be melted by her, and the back of the hand rubbed by her began to numb. He sighed, grabbed her small face and gnawed it fiercely, like venting his frustration.

"Lao Zhang, stop at the next intersection."

"..."

Dong Ci finally got off the bus as expected. The first thing she got out of the car was to squat on the ground and grab a handful of snow.

She didn't wear gloves, so the cold touch began to spread around her fingertips, which was a wonderful feeling.

"stand up."

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