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Chapter 40 What reward do you want

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    The moment the message was sent, Jian Ling regretted it, and hurriedly withdrew it, clutching the phone as if guilty of guilt, and waited for a while, but the phone didn't move at all.

    Could it be that Cheng Zhixu didn't see it?  Impossible, they are chatting, he has been staring at the phone screen, he should have seen it immediately.

    When her thoughts were racing, Jian Ling suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the door, accompanied by the man's clear voice as if wrapped in wind and snow: "Open the door."

    Help!  Cheng Zhixu actually came over directly!

    The knock on the door sounded like a knock on Jian Ling's heart. She swallowed her saliva and tried to stabilize her emotions, but she revealed her nervousness as soon as she opened her mouth: "I I fell asleep."

    The person outside the door seemed to snort, the voice was very low, and the wind dispersed: "You are asleep, and the person talking to me is a ghost. Open the door, and the warm ones are here."

    Jian Ling was so teased that she laughed, wrapped herself in a quilt, and shouted towards the door: "I'm really lying under the quilt, and I won't open the door for you if I get too cold, go back to sleep."

    "Jian Ling." Cheng Zhixu called her full name word by word, put one hand on the door panel, lowered his head and chuckled, "Didn't you ask me to warm the bed?"

    Jian Ling repented: "I'm joking, don't take it seriously, I'm going to sleep."

    Cheng Zhixu put his palms against the lower door, stood up straight, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and looked at the closed door.  She has the guts to tease but doesn't have the guts to be responsible. It seems that Christmas night didn't scare her.

    "Okay, you go to bed early." Cheng Zhixu expected that she would not open the door to let him in, so he went back to his room next door after standing there for a while.

    Jian Ling pricked up her ears and listened quietly for a while, the footsteps outside the door gradually receded, and there was a faint sound of closing the door, it was Cheng Zhixu who had returned to the room.

    When the alarm was lifted, she patted her head, annoyed at how she always had a short memory and speech without thinking. Fortunately, Cheng Zhixu was a gentleman, otherwise she would have to be taken out and repaired.

    Jian Ling straightened her legs, looked at the jack-o-lantern above her head, and a double image appeared in front of her eyes. With a trace of remorse, she fell asleep deeply.

    Waking up again, Jian Ling's dream was interrupted by a knock on the door.  She was in a daze, thinking that she hadn't slept for long, and her memory was still on last night - she provoked Cheng Zhixu, and he knocked on her door to come in and fix her.

    Thinking of this, she sat up in a jerk, picked up her phone and checked, and it turned out that eight hours had passed.

    "Jian Ling? Are you still awake?" Cheng Zhixu's voice was outside the door.

    Jian Ling scrambled and crawled out of the bed, pulled on the slippers and went to open the door to let him in. She scratched her hair embarrassingly: "I just woke up, you may have to wait for a while."

    "It's okay, you take your time to clean up." Cheng Zhixu closed the door, not letting in the cold air from outside.

    Jian Ling glanced at him sleepily, then turned around and ran to the bathroom to wash up. After about ten minutes, she came out, the sleepiness disappeared from her face, and she squatted beside the suitcase looking for clothes.

    Cheng Zhixu reminded: "Wear thicker, there is no shelter around the ski resort, and the wind is strong."

    Jian Ling directly skipped the fashion selection, and took out the thickest equipment, a black turtleneck sweater over the fluffy thermal clothing, and a mid-length cold-proof down jacket, thermal pants, and cotton boots.

    Cheng Zhixu saw her arranging her hair in front of the mirror, got up and walked over, stood behind her, took the scarf from the hanger and wrapped it around her neck.

    Jian Ling turned around to face him, tiptoed like a big stupid bear, and looked up at him: "I'm wearing a high collar, so I don't need a scarf."

    "The wind will pour in from the collar." Cheng Zhixu tied the scarf in a knot, covering half of her face, revealing only a pair of bright and moist eyes.

    "Okay." Jian Ling raised her hand to pull out the hair from the scarf, put on a woolen cap, and suddenly discovered the New World, pointing to Cheng Zhixu's chest, "Boss Cheng, we are wearing couple outfits!"

    Both of them wore black turtleneck sweaters and white down jackets, and they matched perfectly when standing together.

    In comparison, Cheng Zhixu's dress is much lighter. The down jacket is unzipped and open, and the sweater inside is not very thick. It is woven with twist-like patterns and paired with crisp black trousers. It looks very handsome.

    It was the first time Jian Ling saw him wearing a white down jacket. He was handsome and handsome, straight as a pine, like a little idol in a talent show. She had to control herself so as not to show a nympho expression.

    Cheng Zhixu had discovered it a long time ago, and when she picked it out, she only slightly raised her brow bone, and said in a playful tone, "Didn't you deliberately imitate me? I wore it first."

    "Stop being so sentimental." Jian LingWhat should I do?  "

    Cheng Zhixu was right behind her, and the voice and the wind poured into her ears, telling her calmly and calmly: "Knees close together, the snowboard stands up, forming an angle."

    Jian Ling wanted to do it, but found that his legs were weak and he couldn't control the snowboard at all, so he screamed all the way and bumped into the sponge baffle at the end, with a bang, the force rebounded, and his body fell backwards.

    Cheng Zhixu didn't have time to catch her, so he had to use her as a human cushion when she fell down. Her helmet hit his chest with a bang, and his eyebrows trembled, and he groaned.

    "You, are you okay?" Jian Ling didn't expect the pain to hit her, and then she found herself lying in Cheng Zhixu's arms, her head buzzing, "Did it hurt you?"

    Cheng Zhixu helped her to sit up, took off the helmet on her head, her long black hair was scattered in a mess, her cheeks were flushed, and she was sweating a little.  She didn't wear any makeup today, she had a cute little face, and her eyes were full of worry.

    "I should ask you this question, are you okay?" Cheng Zhixu took off the skis under her feet, "Move your ankle and try to see if it's sprained."

    Jian Ling twisted her ankle obediently, shook her head and said, "No."

    Cheng Zhixu pulled her aside so as not to block the way of others, and then sat with her on the snow in a disfigured manner, panting and said: "Do you still want to play?"

    "Play! If you can't learn to ski, wouldn't it be a waste of time to come here!" Jian Ling leaned in his arms, her breath was also in a mess, "I want to rest for a while, and I will fight after I rest."

    Cheng Zhixu took off his gloves and helped her straighten her long hair that was blown by the wind. He added a bit of pride to his brows, and praised: "Brave girl."

    Jian Ling raised her head and smiled brightly: "Is there any reward for being so brave?"

    Cheng Zhixu was dazzled by the smile on her lips, and laughed along, tilting his head and pretending to think: "Let's talk about it first, what reward do you want, I have to measure whether I can achieve it."

    "Needless to say."

    "Um?"

    As soon as Cheng Zhixu showed a puzzled expression, Jian Ling rushed over, cupped his face with gloved hands, and leaned forward to kiss him.

    The surrounding field of vision is broad, and there are strangers coming and going. Jian Ling put aside her shyness and shyness, and kissed him boldly and passionately.

    At this moment, even the wind stopped, and what lingered around the two of them was no longer ice and snow, but the pulse of Chunyang.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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