MTL - The Best Actor’s Courtship: Miss Scriptwriter, Please Love Me!-Chapter 247 :so cold

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"Choose the day to copy?!" Gong Yu suddenly seemed to be pinched by the heart, a feeling of blood rushing to the top of the brain, so that his eyes were instantly black.

"Yes, everyone now including Wu Ma has been caught in the prison."

In the eyes of Gong Yu, Wu Ma’s loving face immediately emerged. Apart from her mother, she was the only one who really loved her. When he was young, he felt that Wu Ma was the most dedicated of several nurses. When her mother died, he especially felt that Wu Ma really loved him as his own child.

Wu Ma remembers every one of his preferences, remembers every little detail in his life, and is more intimate with him. This made Gong Yu more uncomfortable in his heart, how could he look at Wu Ma to be beheaded like this!

However, once he came out, he was in the middle of Duanmu Gongcheng and Duanmu Gongqi. They couldn’t help but come out to jail. They couldn’t help but expose themselves completely, and the big things like jailing pushed themselves to the gates of ghosts. He was not afraid. Dead, but he has something to do, what can I do?

Now Duanmu Gongcheng really gave him a big general, and made him distressed.

When Murong Yunyi met it, she was very uncomfortable in her heart. Once Wu Ma was so kind to her, she was naturally not willing to have any mistakes. There are also Ruixue and early summer. They used to take care of her so much, and they also have feelings. Although she lived in Yuwangfu for only one year, that year was special for her, and the people in Yuwangfu were different.

They want to have a two-pronged approach, it is best not to expose them, but to save everyone.

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It is far away from the western city of Zhongxi, a neighboring country of the northern Xinjiang of Musha.

At the moment, Zhongxi is a cold thing. Zhongxi is different from Muxia. Mu Xiaguo is like spring in the spring. There is not much difference in the four seasons, but Zhong Xiguo is mainly cold, most of the year. Time is always in the middle of things, even if the spring and autumn are not so cold, but it is far less cold than the winter of Musha. As for the summer, it is barely the same as the temperature of Musha.

Today's Zhongxi is really a snowflake, cold to the bones.

In a small courtyard, a man in a fox coat is kneeling on the snow in the yard.

The man's long black hair, neatly tidy, the hair between the hair has been covered with a lot of white snow, although wearing a thick fox coat, but obviously can feel that he has been frozen It shivered.

The man's cold face is already red and purple, which makes the original very beautiful face add a bit of morbidity. His eyes are gently picking up, as if he is keeping his eyes closed, but it gives him the illusion that he has already been frozen to death. His back is straight, he doesn't know if it is frozen, or the body is strong.

The snow has been getting thicker and thicker, and even has begun to drop his legs.

Men can't see the true age, look at the appearance of about thirty or forty, but there is another kind of old age that this age will not have, has seen the indifference of this life.

The room is very different from the outside at this moment, and the warm temperature makes people feel very comfortable.

A woman in a purple dress sat at the table and sipped hot tea. She picked up a piece of cake and was about to put it in the mouth, but she frowned and looked out the window. The window was closed tightly, she couldn't see it at all, but she seemed to see something in general, and the blind man glanced sternly, but then there seemed to be a cloud of hesitation in the eyebrows, and the expression was tangled and rich.

She glanced at the pastry in her hand, but suddenly lost her appetite and directly threw the pastry back on the table.

She suddenly got up and strode to the door. "Hula" suddenly opened the door, and suddenly a cold rush came over, letting her unnaturally shudder. She shrank her neck and then yelled at the yard: "Hey, dead ghost, when do you want to go?"

"..."

Recalling her is actually a silence.

"Hey, call you!"

"..."

Still all the silence is doubtful whether there is really someone in the yard.

Her heart suddenly panicked, and she strode out and stood in front of the squatting man. She kicked his leg gently with her foot, but he didn’t react at all, even the eyelashes never Hey.

"Hey! Don't scare me! You won't freeze to death?"

"..."

Still no answer.

Her heart was even more flustered. Her warm hands patted twice on his already cold, irony cheek, and there was still no response. Only the cold touch of the palm of his hand hesitated. It has been frozen for too long, and even some of it feels like a touch of ice.

She suddenly cried out, this person will not really freeze in the snow.

She picked up her fingers and the forefinger naturally bent into a curve, playing under his nose, but could not feel any breath.

She was really scared at this moment, she shouted in panic: "Hey, dead ghost, don't die, you wake up, don't die here..."

She yelled at the side, and as he stepped forward, he tried to hold it up, but on the stiff body, it was like a frozen ice scorpion.

She tried to put him on her shoulders, but in view of the disparity in strength, she tried several times and failed. His unmoving body made her panic more and more, and she was already rushing to tears down.

However, because the temperature outside is really too low, the warm tears that have just dripped out have already caused her cheeks to be sore, almost frozen into a hail on her face.

In the end, she simply gave up and inserted her hands directly into his armpits, smashing him into the room, and she dragged her hard, leaving two deep snow grooves on the ground, extending to the door.

However, when she arrived at the door of the house, the difficulty increased again. She laboriously dragged him one by one to the door threshold in front of the door. Every time she got a threshold, she could hear the sound of his knee hitting the threshold. I felt that my knees were hurting, but this is the case, the man still did not respond at all, which made the woman more uncomfortable to die, and the tears became more and more fierce.

Finally, the man was dragged into the door by her, and then dragged on the shop.

She was exhausted at the moment, but she couldn’t care if she was very tired. She went straight to the ground and closed the door to the cold wind in the house. She came to a hot water and took a hot towel. come back.

She quickly removed his fox coat, untied the clothes one by one, and exposed the sturdy chest. She picked up the hot towel and began to wipe his body, trying to warm it with this warm towel. His cold body is iron.

Her tears continued to spill from her eyelids and drip on his chest.

When she had been making a pot of hot water into a pot of warm water, she took off his chilly coat one by one, and then pulled over two thick quilts, all of which were tightly covered on him.

Just as she got up and walked into the washbasin, in a point where she couldn't see it at all, the man's mouth finally pulled out a sly smile, the smirk of conspiracy.

When the woman turned back, she had already wiped her cheeks clean. Because of the tears on the outside of the cold, the cheeks seemed to be frostbitten, leaving two red marks, which seemed to be a bit strange.

She slipped straight on her slippers and poked her gentle little hand into the quilt. She plunged into his underwear and covered his already warm body. It was no longer so cold, and she was hanging. Slowly let go, but turning around and seeing him still seems to have no signs of awakening, her heart hangs again.

"Why don't you still wake up? Is it really frozen? Can you wake up again?" The woman whispered to herself, and the words were nervous and anxious.

She once again sneaked his hand to his breath, and the weak room could feel a touch of breath, but the weak ones were inaudible, which still prevented her from letting go.

She hesitated a moment, once again put her hand into the quilt, into the man's robes, she directly handed to his heart, can feel the heartbeat, her heart landed again, but she soon felt a trace of strange.

"Hey, how is the heartbeat so fast? It won't really be frozen!" She whispered to herself again.

But when she just had to withdraw her little hand, a big hand suddenly caught her little hand.

Suddenly, a pair of sharp knives split open and stared straight at her.

Her eyes were on the pair of scorpions, and suddenly she missed a beat.

He twitched his lips slightly, and a nice arc outlined a charming smile.

"Are you worried about me?" His voice was so cold that it was generally cold with the weather outside.

She glanced at him, and some guilty evasiveness flashed his dawn: "Smelly, who is worried about you!"

"But you saved me!" His voice was firmly affirmed.

"I, I am afraid that you will die in my yard. I will get into trouble. I have died in the yard and I am so angry."

"Oh? Is it? Then why are you crying?"

"How can I cry?"

He reached out to the quilt with a big hand and directly applied two obvious red marks on her cheek: "What is this?"

I just didn't notice it. I only felt hot and pain at this moment.

She bit her teeth and said: "This is nothing, this is the latest popular makeup, you don't understand."

"Really?"

"Of course, you don't know that people in Zhongxi are weird."

"It's really weird, even this argument is ridiculous."

"You, what are you talking about? I don't understand!"

The man turned over and pushed the woman directly under his body, and the evil smile on his lips became more and more deep.

The woman was shocked and screamed in horror: "Ah! What are you doing?"

"What? Confirm your mouth is wrong!"

"You, please give me a go!"

Instead of getting up, the man directly printed his lips.

The woman is powerless to resist, and no longer resists weakly, but the bite of the roots of death and death, a pair of black and fierce despise him.

The man's bottom is full of meaningful eyes and looks back at her. The bottom of the scorpion is the confidence that can overcome everything.