Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 920: Meeting You, I Am Back to Life 47

Lingyao looked at the things in the box bit by bit.

Shen Qi knew that he couldn't tell anything from her face, so he took the initiative to ask her with a smile: "Do you like this gift?"

Lingyao looked up at him and couldn't help but raise her hand to pinch his face. The force was not strong, but the kneading posture was more like stroking a piece of soft bread.

"like."

Her voice was still clear and crisp, but Shen Qi could hear a hint of softness in it, which was rare.

His heart instantly turned into ice cream, melting bit by bit in such a warm environment.

His dark eyes gradually outlined Lingyao's facial features, and his thin lips were puffed up and opened and closed gently.

"Happy New Year, baby. I hope we can spend every New Year with each other."

……

It was only the third day after the Lunar New Year when Lingyao and Shen Qi boarded a private plane to California. It was equipped with basic medical equipment to prevent possible medical accidents.

Fortunately, Lingyao's health was much better than before, just as her examination report showed, and there were no accidents during the entire journey.

When the plane landed, the villa's housekeeper and several servants came to greet them.

Facing the stranger Shen Qi, they did not show any surprise or surprise.

After all, Lingyao had already packaged some of Shen Qi's eating habits and hobbies that needed attention into information and sent it to them half a month ago.

After Lingyao came here, she started a series of examinations to prepare for the subsequent closed treatment.

Shen Qi received an email from his supervisor telling him that his application had been approved.

So in addition to accompanying Lingyao for checkups every day, Shen Qi also began to contact the teachers of the school he applied to.

Lingyao's examination report came out, and all the data were normal. Qiao Si quickly arranged for her to enter a closed hospital for treatment in a week. At that time, Lingyao would not be able to go out for at least two months.

The time Shen Qi could spend with her was greatly reduced, because she had to stay in the observation room most of the time, or fall into a state of fatigue or sleep due to drug reactions.

But Shen Qi still insisted on staying with Lingyao whenever he had time except going to school, even though Lingyao had no idea he was in the hospital.

Fortunately, after such a busy month, Jos checked Lingyao's condition and allowed her to move freely in the sanatorium.

Shen Qi was afraid that Lingyao would be bored, so he would often find her some interesting books and movies that he had read, or some interesting games that he had found on the Internet for Lingyao to entertain herself.

Lingyao actually felt that there was nothing wrong with her every day, but she just felt weak all over. She stared at Shen Qi and felt a sense of frustration that she could see but not feel.

The snow in California is different from that in Nanhuai City and Beicheng City. Unlike the snow in Nancheng City, which melts as soon as it falls like raindrops, it is also not as shallow as the snow in Beicheng City, where you can hear the crisp sound of snow when you step on it.

The snow in California is thick and white, like a white carpet, covering the entire street and yard tightly.

Shen Qi had never played with snow before. Snow was rare in the south, and he didn't have much time to play with it.

When he was in the north, he had grown up and no longer wanted to chase after and have fun when he saw snow like other children.

But now, in California, in front of the magic medicine, he seems to have regained his youth and picked up his childishness that had been buried for a long time.

Shen Qi found a small shovel, a carrot and some broken branches.

Lingyao was reading under a big tree in the yard, and he was squatting not far from Lingyao, making a snowman.

While building the snowman, he asked Lingyao if it was big enough, whether it needed to be bigger, whether the snowman's eyes should be black or yellow, and whether the snowman needed a scarf or a hat.

Lingyao, without even looking up from the book, casually replied, "That's enough." "No need." "Black." "Anything is fine."

The butler who was accompanying them also found it very strange. He had worked for two bosses and had seen many couples or lovers getting along with each other.

But this is the first time I've seen people like Lingyao and Shen Qi.

Obviously, Shen Qi is several years older than Lingyao, but in reality it seems that Lingyao is more mature than him.

This kind of maturity has nothing to do with appearance, but rather a kind of temperament and magnetic field.

Lingyao's attitude towards Shen Qi is also very strange. You say she cares, but it seems that every time Shen Qi asks her, her eyes are always on the book. You say she doesn't care, but she can respond every time, and not perfunctorily, and always gives good choices.

The butler smiled silently behind him. Perhaps this is a popular way of love among modern young people?

Shen Qi did as Lingyao asked, and then wanted to get a scarf and a hat for the snowman, so he ran into the room again.

He remembered that he had bought a beige sweater in California last week. After washing it twice, it shrank and could no longer be worn. Now it came in handy.

He took off his gloves, took a knife and cut the sweater into several pieces, then sat beside Lingyao and cut it carefully.

One person fiddled with it for a long time before he finished it. Without feeling tired, he immediately put on his gloves and put a scarf and a hat on the snowman.

Even in the middle of winter, he was sweating all over.

After playing it, he called Lingyao a few times, but Lingyao was watching the highlights and didn't respond for a while.

Shen Qi was a little unhappy now.

He walked up to Lingyao, took off his gloves with both hands, and slowly lifted Lingyao's face, which was reading a book, so that it met his gaze.

"Baby, don't ignore me like this. I'll be sad."

Lingyao didn't know where Shen Qi learned all these tricks from.

Before, she would blush if someone teased her, but now she can ask for attention with a clear conscience and say that she would feel sad and upset.

What could Lingyao do? She was the one who spoiled him, so what could she do about it?

Her current physical condition is not convenient for her to do it.

Baofu: "Hey, I have a full-service beating service here, host baby, do you need it? I guarantee that the beating will hurt and make you behave!"

Lingyao: "...What do you want?"

Baofu: "Haha, I knew that the host baby would never beat the God of Wealth, so you just spoil him like this."

Lingyao: “…” Not really, you still have to beat him when it’s time to do so.

But she just thought that she was the only one who could beat him.

Lingyao put down the book and followed Shen Qi's gaze, looking at the snowman.

Lingyao noticed something was wrong as she looked at it. Why did the little hat, the little scarf and the pin on the snowman look so familiar?

My sight fell on the snowman's two eyes, the nose made of a carrot, and the straight and slightly flattened mouth made of branches.

No, this is absolutely wrong.