Chapter 469

Song Xiaoya a Leng, and then look at the side of the son, drum up courage, said to Jiang Beichen, "you just finished, we two, we can beat you!"

Jiang Beichen smiles coldly, grabs a snowball, aims at Song Xiaoya, and then waves it It's on the ground!

He strode over, picked up the little guy, "such a childish game, don't play!"

In the face of song Xiaoya and the little guy, Jiang Beichen has no pressure and will easily defeat them. But as a man, he must not fight his own woman, or he will become a jerk.

So, let's play other games.

Now it's freezing and snowy. It's time to make a snowman.

Song Xiaoya finds out Jiang Beichen's intention and doubts, "Jiang Beichen, will you make a snowman?"

Jiang Beichen is very disdainful, took out his mobile phone to make a phone call, a few minutes later, a few ski village staff came with tools.

The shovels for shoveling snow, the small baskets for piling snow, and some red bow ties and necklaces for decorating snowmen, as well as decorative materials for eyes and nose, were all sent here.

Song Xiaoya looks at the pile of tools in front of her. She is a little dizzy. She made a snowman when she was a child, but she is very ugly.

The kids are also interested, and they have already begun to load snow into the little basket.

Although three people will not, but with interest, or busy up.

An hour later, a big snowman was finally built. He was white and fat, with round eyes, a carrot nose, and a scarf and red bow tie around his neck.

The little guy became more and more happy. He looked at the big snowman and said to his parents, "I want to make three big snowmen, just like my parents and me!"

Song Xiaoya was immediately moved by the little guy's idea. In fact, in the child's heart, the world is very simple, with a father, a mother, a family of three together is happy and happy.

"Yes, this Snowman represents dad. If Mom and baby don't accompany dad, dad will be lonely, right?"

The little guy nodded, "well."

Jiang Beichen listens to two people's childish dialogue, in the heart a burst of move, "stupid woman!"

Song Xiaoya and Baobao are both in high spirits and start to work in full swing.

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At noon, back in the villa, song Xiaoya began to sneeze.

Jiang Beichen frowned, some remorse, morning looking at the mother and son so excited, no good intention to disturb their enthusiasm.

Unexpectedly, this woman's physique is getting worse and worse.

Since coming to the ski village, song Xiaoya has been playing with her baby in the snow all day. Finally, she caught a cold.

In view of this, Jiang Beichen decided to end the holiday resort tour ahead of schedule.

When she woke up this morning, song Xiaoya felt weak and couldn't open her eyelids. She kept shrinking in the quilt and refused to get up.

Jiang Beichen felt that something was wrong, so he touched the problem with his hand. Sure enough, it was a little high. His cold face immediately became serious.

Take out the mobile phone to dial a number to go out, Jiang Beichen to the other side of the command, "immediately find a doctor, quick!"

The person opposite answered and hung up in a hurry.

Half an hour later, the assistant took the doctor to the villa of the resort.

Jiang Beichen wrapped song Xiaoya tightly with a quilt, and then took her to the downstairs hall. The doctor has been waiting here for a long time.

The doctor touched song Xiaoya's forehead, then frowned, and immediately took her temperature, 39 degrees five.

"My wife has a fever caused by a cold, which is related to the climate change here. In addition, some of them have been affected by the wind and cold these days, so we need to have a good rest." While prescribing the medicine, the doctor introduced the illness to Jiang Beichen.

It's located in the northeast. The climate and temperature are very different from that of a city. It's not suitable to come here all of a sudden. In addition, it's crazy these days, so the body can't resist it.

There are two main problems, one is the environment, the other is her poor constitution.

Jiang Beichen brow lock, this woman before because of the press conference, has been like on the wind as overtime.

Now it's not easy to take a vacation. Because I'm too excited, I don't pay attention to rest. No wonder I get sick.

Song Xiaoya's head is dizzy, and she opens her eyes in a daze, just hearing the doctor's words.

She some depressed looked at Jiang Beichen and the baby, is her physique, not as good as the baby? The little guy was so alive that she fell ill ahead of time.

She hasn't played enough these days. Now she can't go skiing or make a snowman.

In the afternoon of the same day, Jiang Beichen arranged a private plane, and several people finished their holiday ahead of time and returned to city A.The temperature in a city is much higher than that in Northeast China. After getting off the plane, song Xiaoya felt less uncomfortable.

A few people out of the airport, no delay, directly back to the car they live in the villa.

Jiang Beichen frowns all the way, looking at the sick song Xiaoya, his face dignified.

The car stops steadily at the gate of Banshan villa. Jiang Beichen pushes the door to get off, turns around and holds song Xiaoya up. Then he strides into the villa and walks directly to the bedroom on the second floor.

The little guy was obedient and went in with the servant. He didn't stick to two people any more.

Jiang Beicheng and Jiang Beimo brothers also returned to Jiang's home.

Jiang Beimo's performance is as usual. Although he has to endure hard in his heart, he still has to endure.

For qiaoweiwei, he is a familiar stranger, that's all, it makes him very sad, but he can't find her, can't scare her.

He can only suppress the strong feeling in his heart.

She wanted to be free and carefree. He didn't dare to disturb her, and he didn't have the heart to make her sad again.

She has got the life she wants, so should he fulfill her happiness?

Jiang Beimo turns his head and looks at the desk. There is a divorce agreement. The last page is signed with Qiao Weiwei's name. His signature is still blank.

Two years, she has been waiting for this thing, should he give her real freedom, let her happy life?

Jiang Beimo's trembling hand picked up the pen and trembled close to the paper

"Dong Dong Dong --" the knock on the door suddenly broke him.

"Say it Jiang Beimo took the pen back, put it on the table and asked outside the door.

"Second young master, there's news from city a that the second young lady went back to her villa in the suburbs a few days ago..."