When they met again, the boss' eyes turned red, kissed her and said sweet words to her

The crisp cold air was filled with silence.

Suddenly, the sounds of birds chirping and wings flapping were heard.

Ye Qingrou looked up and saw several swaying black shadows flying over the snow-covered branches, stepping on the accumulated ice and snow on the branches.

Before she could react, her waist felt tight and her cheek pressed against a slightly cool, hard chest.

Pei Muchuan held her in his arms, his big hands covering the back of her head. The falling snow scattered on his face and body, and slid down his collar to the back of his neck.

Faintly hearing his cold gasp, Ye Qingrou subconsciously pushed him away. However, the arm he had wrapped around her waist was as hard as iron, so strong that she couldn't break free at all.

Ye Qingrou calmed down, but when the sound of falling snow stopped, he still didn't let go.

She said coldly: "Let go."

Pei Muchuan responded with a deep, muffled voice: "Wait a minute, the snow is still falling."

Ye Qingrou wanted to look up, but her neck was held down by his big hand, and her face was pressed back against his hard chest.

It was very quiet all around.

It was so quiet that she could hear the hollow thump of his heartbeat in his chest and his steady breathing.

Pei Muchuan seemed to be staring down at her, his hot breath blowing a little on her neck, and his gaze pierced her like a thorn, making it impossible for her to ignore it.

He tightened his arms around her and held her tighter.

"Even if this marriage was forced upon us, we've been together for so many years, right?"

"Ye Qingrou, we are husband and wife."

His voice was deep, as if he was suppressing his emotions.

Ye Qingrou paused and said indifferently: "Are you being fair to your Cheng Yu by saying this?"

"Cheng Yu" is a name that works every time.

The next second, I felt his strength loosen.

Ye Qingrou pushed him away forcefully, stood up straight, glanced at his gloomy face lightly, and felt her cheeks a little hot. The half glass of fruit wine she drank at the banquet was taking effect.

"Have you been drinking?" Pei Muchuan stared at her fair face that was stained with crimson.

Ye Qingrou looked up at the dark night and reached out to catch a few snowflakes.

A cool touch fell on her palm, and she looked at him with clear eyes: "It's snowing. Pei Muchuan."

"If you like seeing snow, I can plan to take you to snow-capped mountains around the world."

Pei Muchuan looked at her shoulder. He had protected her so well just now, but some snow still fell on her shoulder. He reached out and gently helped her brush it off.

"The snow is falling in my heart." Ye Qingrou gently poked her chest with her fingertips, buried her flushed face in it, and seemed to mutter to herself: "Here, it's frozen and will never melt again."

Pei Muchuan's hand on her shoulder suddenly stiffened, and his breathing became stagnant.

Ye Qingrou turned around and continued walking forward.

He wanted to say something to call her, but his throat was dry and painful. Pei Muchuan stared at her back. She was wearing a cashmere coat, but she still looked so thin that it made people feel distressed.

Something seemed to be grabbing his heart, and he pursed his lips tightly, keeping a distance, trying his best to lighten his steps as he walked with her in the snow...

***

It’s almost New Year’s Eve at 12 o’clock.

Xu Nanyin held the phone, unlocked it with her fingerprint over and over again, and opened the WeChat dialog box with Lin Sitian, but no new messages came in.

I called Lin Sitian, but no one answered.

"Wife, has that wild woman outside finally gotten to the point of breaking up with you?" Master Pei's naughty voice sounded slowly.

Xu Nanyin glanced at him with a mixture of anger and amusement, "Maybe Baldy La Sisi is out making pastries. She'll definitely call me back when she sees my call."

"Sisi and I used to celebrate New Year's Eve together, but unfortunately we can't go back this year. She's left alone in Yuncheng."

Pei Jingmo rubbed her furrowed brow with his thumb. "I can go see her tonight. It's a three-hour helicopter ride."

"Helicopter?" Xu Nanyin was surprised: "Don't we need to apply for a flight route in advance?"

Glancing at her sparkling eyes, Master Pei uttered a sour sigh, "I've already applied for the route from Wucheng to Yuncheng. However, it's so I can pay my respects to my godmother on her death anniversary, not so you can meet up with my bestie."

He even considered the matter of worshipping his godmother. Xu Nanyin's heart softened. She stood on tiptoe and pressed her red lips hard against his fair and clear face. "Brother, let's go to Yuncheng to spend the New Year with our bestie and come back, okay?"

"What did you call me? Call me again."

Xu Nanyin put her hands around his neck and whispered softly in his ear: "Brother~"

Young Master Pei clenched his right fist and placed it against his lips to cover the corners of his mouth that were constantly turning up. He coughed lightly and said reluctantly, "Okay." He took her hand and walked towards the helipad of the old house.

The luxuriously configured AW139, known as the Rolls-Royce of the sky, has a snow-white fuselage and is parked steadily on the tarmac, looking beautiful and majestic.

Amid the roar of the propeller, Xu Nanyin was led into the cabin by Pei Jingmo, and the two sat comfortably on the leather seats facing each other.

She looked out the window in curiosity. As the helicopter took off, the houses and trees on the ground gradually shrank, leaving only the snow.

But this excitement gradually turned into doubt.

After the helicopter flew for a while, it began to spin in the air and did not move forward.

"Is there something wrong?" Xu Nanyin looked at the front cockpit in surprise.

The cockpit and the passenger cabin were separated, making direct communication impossible. Pei Jingmo picked up the headset on the seat and connected with the pilot, asking, "What's going on?"

"Mr. Pei, the navigation system has malfunctioned and we are trying to recover it." The cockpit replied.

But after waiting for more than ten minutes, the helicopter was still hovering in the air.

Xu Nanyin became more and more uneasy, and felt that it was indescribable strange. Such a luxurious helicopter was maintained all year round, and they were all top pilots, so how could they not do a good job of troubleshooting before departure?

She grabbed Pei Jingmo's arm and said, "Let's go back. I think something is wrong. Could it be that Pei Zhuo did something?"

Pei Jingmo looked into her eyes solemnly: "If Pei Zhuo really did it, we might not be able to go back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the helicopter descended without any warning.

Due to the airflow, the cabin began to shake.

Xu Nanyin held the seat belt tightly, but her whole body still tilted uncontrollably. Her heart began to beat wildly and her back felt cold.

Was it because I was immersed in the New Year's Eve atmosphere tonight that I unknowingly let my guard down, giving Pei Zhuo an opportunity to take advantage of me?

The helicopter accident happened in an instant, and no one could come to rescue them now.

"Yinyin, if we really die here tonight, are you afraid?" Pei Jingmo raised his eyebrows, and held the armrests of the chair with both hands to maintain balance, with veins bulging on the back of his hands.

Xu Nanyin's eyes reddened. "I'm not afraid. I just can't accept it."

During the bumpy ride, she suddenly unbuckled her seat belt.

This is too dangerous. Pei Jingmo's eyebrows jumped fiercely: "Xu Nanyin!"

Her mind went blank for a moment. Xu Nanyin tried her best to stand up by holding the chair, rushed to the opposite side, and fell into his arms, her arms tightly strangling his waist.

She wanted to hug him one last time, hug him with all her strength.

"Hubby, no one can separate us. Not even death."

Tears filled her eyes, and she looked at him with red eyes. She was usually too shy to express the love words boldly, but at this moment she only regretted that she might not have the chance to say more: "Pei Jingmo. I love you."

Pei Jingmo pinched her chin, his dim eyes fixed on her face, his voice very soft and gentle: "Dear, I love you too."

"If something really happens today, we will be together in the next life. I don't want anyone else but you. I only love you..." Xu Nanyin closed her eyes and a tear slipped down her face. She kissed his protruding Adam's apple and bit his thin, soft lips.

The helicopter was still shaking.

But she could not feel anything, her head was steaming with heat. The man pressed her forcefully against the cabin wall and kissed her fiercely. One hand pinched the back of her neck, while the other hand roamed freely.

After a long time, in the dizziness of lack of oxygen, she felt his lips move to the side of her ear. His voice was hoarse, and he breathed hot air on her ear: "Stupid. I'm taking you to see our best friend, not to see the King of Hell. I'm here, how could something go wrong?"

Xu Nanyin suddenly opened her eyes and met his half-smile.

She realized it later and found that the helicopter was already hovering steadily in the air.

Pei Jingmo tapped the shiny skull mechanical dial on his other wrist bone with his slender index finger, and his low, charming voice counted down in her ear: "3, 2, 1..."

When he counted to 1, he held her face with one hand and gently turned it to the window.