Rita's stupid husband

When I’m happy, I want to kiss Xiao Kong; when I’m unhappy, I want to be kissed by Xiao Kong~

——Rita Rossweisse

This morning, what was different from usual was that Rita saw Kuuga beside her without opening her eyes. She got up from the bed and looked around, but Kuuga was not in the room.

"Xiao Kong? Xiao Kong?"

She called several times, but no one answered. She looked at the door of the store and saw that the snow outside had stopped, but there seemed to be a thick layer of snow on the road.

Rita put on her shoes and coat, opened the door and went outside. She saw Xiao Kong making a snowman next to the shop. He also cleared a path of snow on the road outside the flower shop.

"Good morning, Rita!"

Seeing Rita come out, Kuuga smiled.

"Why did you get up so early? What time is it?"

Rita is always the one who gets up first. Xiaokong smiled naively and said, "Aren't we going to have a snowball fight today? I got up a little early."

"Rita, come and see how my snowman is doing."

Xiao Kong built a particularly delicate snowman next to the flower shop. Rita walked up to him and took a look. It was a smiling snowman. It looked very cute, but it could be better.

"Not bad, shall I dress it up again?"

With that said, Rita walked back to the flower shop and brought a carrot, a small iron bucket and a scarf.

"Look at me."

Rita started to dress up the snowman, using the carrot as the snowman's nose, the small iron bucket as the snowman's hat, and wrapping its big round head with a scarf. Just like that, a perfect snowman guard was completed!

The pair of big black eyes, the small red nose, the mouth that smiles like a crescent moon, the white and fat body, a beautiful scarf around the neck, and an iron bucket hat on the head, looking at Like a person.

"Oh! It looks so good!"

Sora couldn't help but clapped his hands. This was a work he and Rita completed together. Looking across the street, there were many people building snowmen in front of their homes, but only Sora and Rita made the most exquisite ones.

"Hehe, he looks silly, just like Sora."

Rita also seemed very satisfied. She looked at Kuuga and smiled at him: "You have been building a snowman for so long, are you hungry?"

"Well, I've been hungry for a long time~"

"Come and have breakfast, and after that we'll go have a snowball fight."

Today's breakfast was still bread and hot milk. Rita still looked at Xiao Kong from time to time during the meal. With that eating attitude, she always felt that everything he ate tasted delicious.

"Rita, why do you always like to look at me?"

Xiaokong stuffed his mouth with bread and asked blankly. He had asked this question not once or twice.

"I told you, I just like watching Xiao Kong eat."

"This is already a kind of enjoyment for me~"

Sora said nothing and continued to stuff the bread into his mouth, and then drank a cup of fragrant hot milk.

"Speaking of which, I haven't had crepes for a long time. Do you want to eat them, Sora-chan?"

What Rita enjoyed was not the taste of the crepe, but the time she spent with Sora that day, which was the most important memory to her.

"Yeah, it's okay. I'll listen to Rita."

It doesn't matter to me anyway, he has never had any requirements for food, as long as he is full, it is enough.

"Then after the snowball fight, let's go eat together? I want fresh fruit~"

After finishing breakfast, Xiao Kong and Rita set off. Before leaving, Xiao Kong placed a broom next to the snowman at the door of the flower shop.

"Xiao Kong, what are you doing?"

Rita asked, Sora thought that this way, even if they were away, there would be someone to guard the flower shop for them.

"We are not at home, let the snowman protect the flower shop for us, hehe."

Hearing what he said, Rita couldn't help laughing: "Xiao Kong is still thoughtful~"

At the same time, the old naughty boy at the scrap yard received several uninvited guests.

That was the guy he had offended not long ago. When Xiao Kong was away, he often went out for various entertainments, which also provoked a lot of people.

"Old naughty boy! Get out of here!"

The leader was a black man with a machete in his hand, followed by about thirty people, who were shouting outside the scrap yard.

The old naughty boy who was sleeping in the room opened his eyes, yawned, got out of bed and came outside.

"Yo, is it so lively?"

"I didn't expect that I would be quite popular."

The leader raised his machete and pointed it at the old naughty boy, threatening: "You dare to mess with my brother, are you really not afraid of death?"

"I thought he was a practicing master, but he turned out to be a useless person who picks up rags."

"I'll give you this little piece of shit today!"

The old naughty boy twisted his neck, showing no intention of being afraid: "Stop talking nonsense..."

"bring it on."