Chapter 1655

Gu Nianjia goes downstairs and is led by the old man to play checkers. The servant makes tea for them.

After playing for a while, they are familiar with each other. They always quarrel with each other.

The old man is still four o'clock to the end. This time, he points the dice directly at the top. He puts down the dice close to the table, but shakes them twice. He doesn't move them, so he stays on the top four.

"I'm at the end."

The old man clapped his hands happily.

"It's not right for you to throw dice like this, Grandpa," he said

It's too insidious.

The old man didn't admit that he was wrong, and he reasoned with mindinga's theory, "when it comes to me, I can't throw it like this. This method can't be limited."

Not yet!

Gu Nianjia frowned. "Grandpa, you're so mean."

No matter what Gu Nianjia thought, the old man won a game. Meizizi held up a water cup and tasted tea.

"It's snowing again."

The servant came in from the outside, smiled and said a word, and went to the restaurant again.

When Gu Nianjia heard that it was snowing again, she was so happy that she got up and ran to the door. There was really a big snowflake outside. The two plum trees were in the snow, and the scenery was beautiful.

She ran out, ran under the plum blossom tree, looked up and smiled and circled.

"Fool!"

Zhang Jingyu is standing on the second floor, looking at the excited girl downstairs. His lips are bent up.

Gu Nianjia feels someone on the second floor is looking at her. She looks up and sees Zhang Jingyu. She waves to him with a smile. "Come down, teacher. It's snowing."

As excited as never seen snow.

Zhang Jingyu nodded, "OK."

Gu Nianjia likes the color of the flowers of the two plum trees in the yard. If she wants to get some back and put them in the vase and on the desk, she may be in a better mood to do homework and read books.

When Zhang Jing meets her, she whispers, "teacher, can I leave some of them and put them in the vase?"

After asking, she looked around for fear of being heard and would scold her.

Hearing this, Zhang Jingyu smiled, without saying a word, and directly raised his hand and left a flower branch.

A few piles of snow fell on the branch, smashed on Zhang Jingyu's head, spread out, and then fell from Zhang Jingyu's hair, some fell on Zhang Jingyu's eyelashes.

Gu Nianjia laughs at it and helps Zhang Jingyu with her hands. She is not tall enough. She stands on tiptoe and looks up.

This angle is just right for kiss.

Zhang Jingyu directly bowed his head and sealed his mouth.

This unexpected kiss, a stiff action, stared at a man's narrow eyes.

Gudong.

She swallowed her mouth unconsciously.

In the room, the old man was clubbing his crutch and looking at the picture of minding Jia and Zhang Jingyu. Seeing the picture of their kissing, the old man hurriedly took his eyes back. The servant on the side also looked at minding Jia and Zhang Jingyu. The picture was sweet to him. He couldn't help sighing, "it's nice to see how sweet the two children are. It's so young."

The old man smelt speech to raise a head to see, cold hum, "that little girl skin is thick very."

Servant: is it your grandson's girl who goes to relatives' house?

Miss Jia's back head was buttoned to death by a man. The lips of the two men were tightly pasted together, and snowflakes were falling in the air.

This romantic and aesthetical plot was seen by Gu Nianjia in movies and TV, but she never thought it would happen to herself.

It's like dreaming.