Chapter 668 (1/2)

Each has its own characteristics.

While Fang miaoge and Nangong Miaomiao vie to live in the city of the sky, Fang Xuewu is calm, guarding his rose garden and waiting for ye Qian.

This is ruoli, this is the rose Lord, this is her natural pride and elegance.

Although she is not in favor of others, she is independent but still stingy.

When she was in the fairyland, ruoli was so independent. She never took the initiative to look for ye Qian, nor did she appear at the same time with other flower owners. She is always waiting in silence on the side, quietly guarding that only belongs to their own good.

After a long kiss, Fang Xuewu stood on tiptoe, which gently fell down and stubbornly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

”It's late, ye Qian. Are you hungry. Hee hee, I have prepared a big meal today. You wait for me for a while! ”

Speaking, Fang Xuewu turns and walks into the kitchen, which looks like a little girl with a treasure.

Gently rubbed his sour corner of the eye, ye Qian looked at the fiery red back, only felt sour in the heart. Murmured in the mouth: Ruo Li, Ruo Li.

At this time, Fang Xuewu's body shape once again poked out his small head from the kitchen, looked at Ye Qian mysteriously in the living room, and said, ”Ye Qian, you can sit on the sofa now and watch TV obediently. Don't come in and watch it...”

The mysterious appearance of Fang Xuewu is very lovely, and it is like an angel.

Listen to the command of Fang Xuewu, ye Qian is like a obedient child, sitting on the sofa obediently. However, that vision is four times to look at the boudoir of this villa of Fang Xuewu.

Quiet down, the smell of the paint that hasn't been dispersed begins to drift to Ye Qian's breath.

Looking at the new furniture around, ye Qian suddenly realized that the villa looked like it had just been decorated. Snow dance has been busy with this matter for the past two months.

Thinking of this, ye Qian's heart is full of moving.

Ye Qian's reasoning is not bad at all.

Since the initiation ceremony of Fang miaoge in Qingming mountain villa, Fang Xuewu has never returned to Fang's house. Instead, she bought a villa in the rose garden with her own money.

And these two months of time, Fang Xuewu almost eat and live here, and try their best to urge the work, which makes this villa have the present appearance.

From Fang Xuewu's point of view, this is their home and the nest of Ye qianai.

Everything does not mean that there is no love in Fang Xuewu's heart.

At Qingming mountain villa that night, ye Qian moved Fang Xue dance endlessly, and Fang Xue dance rewarded Ye Qian with her life.

So, just a few days after the completion of the nest for himself and ye qianai, Fang Xuewu appeared at the gate of Ye Qian's school in a hurry to lead his sweetheart to have a look at this nest that only belongs to them.

Quietly rely on the comfortable fabric sofa, want to understand this many, many, ye Qian's eyes can not help red up.

At that time, among the twelve flower owners in the fairyland, ruoli was the one who didn't compete for love, but he did the most for ye Qian.

At the moment, in Ye Qian's mind, scenes like slides have been shown. Qinghe, snow mountain, rose garden, buzhoufeng, it seems that the gorgeous face has never disappeared from his life.

Ye Qian here seems to have an instinctive impulse. She wants to rush into the kitchen and hug Fang Xuewu fiercely. Then she tries her best to untie the magic seal on Fang Xuewu, so that she can regain the memory that belongs to herself and to them.

But at this time, a scream suddenly interrupted Ye Qian's thoughts.

”Oh, no, it's on fire. It's on fire. What to do, what to do...”

Then, a fire rose from the kitchen, and suddenly the whole villa was ablaze.

Without hesitation, ye Qian came to the kitchen in a flash.

One embraces Fang Xue dance, two people at the same time a retreat.

Seeing the black pot on the stove still glowing with fire, ye Qian waved his hand, and a cold breath in his palm fluttered out. Fang Xuewu only saw a flash of light, and the flaming fire stopped in an instant.

Looking at the dishevelled kitchen, ye Qian embraces Fang Xuewu and smiles twice.

Fang Xuewu covered his burned palm and looked at Ye Qian in embarrassment. Then he lowered his head and said: ”I don't even have the ability to prepare a meal for you. Ye Qian, am I useless?”

Ye Qian chuckles and turns Fang Xuewu's body to face himself, and then kisses her gently on her forehead.

Then, ye Qian gently grabbed Fang Xuewu's arm, which was mercilessly burned by the flame. The originally white jade finger was still red and swollen.

Ye Qian caresses the back of Fang Xuewu's hand with heartache, and a gentle aura comes out from ye Qian's palm. Slowly and slowly, Fang Xuewu feels extremely cool and comfortable, and she can't help but cry out.After a while, the pain just disappeared, his hands seem to become more white and slender.

”Ye Qian...”

Fang Xuewu wants to say something, but the hot lip corner is blocked directly by Ye Qian.