Dressed As Eighties Supernatural Woman

Early the next morning, Luo Qiao woke up and saw Lu Yichen, who was fully dressed.

Probably sensing that Luo Qiao was awake, she turned around and said with a smile, "Are you awake?"

Luo Qiao stretched out her arms to hug him, but he stuffed her back into the quilt: "It's snowing outside, and the temperature in the house has dropped a bit, so don't freeze."

When Luo Qiao heard that it was snowing, she sobered up a lot: "Is it snowing hard?"

Lu Yichen nodded: "It's not small, it's half a foot thick now, and it hasn't stopped yet."

Luo Qiao glanced at the window: "Open the curtains and let me have a look."

Lu Yichen stretched out his finger and scratched her nose, and said dotingly: "Wait."

The moment the curtains were opened, the room suddenly became brighter. Through the window, I could see the white roof on the front and the trees.

Luo Qiao was no longer lazy in bed: "Brother Chen, bring me the clothes, and I'll help you shovel the snow."

Lu Yichen pulled the curtains up again: "It's still raining outside. We'll just plow out the way out in a while. You'd better stay in bed, it's cold outside."

Luo Qiao refused: "No, you will take your daughter and son to shovel the snow in a while, and I am still lying on the bed, which is outrageous."

Lu Yichen smiled with a smile on his face: "My hands are itchy and I want to play in the snow, right?"

Luo Qiao pulled up the quilt and covered her face: "It's boring, can't you just pretend you don't know?"

Lu Yichen laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore and I will fulfill your wish."

He said and took the clothes that were placed next to the heater: "You put on your clothes first, and I'll go see if they are up?"

Luo Qiao nodded and sped up the movements of her hands.

By the time she finished packing and came out, Lu Yichen had already led the children to shovel a path to the front yard.

Luo Qiao came out wearing gloves: "Baby, I'm here."

Xiao Yezi saw Luo Qiao coming: "My dear mother, we are not treasures. We are clearly hard laborers. Father will not let us be lazy."

Luo Qiao laughed: "It's not because your father values ​​you and wants to give you a chance to practice. You will be a good hand no matter where you work in the future. Everyone will love you and praise you. How wonderful."

Xiao Yezi rolled his eyes: "You are indeed a husband and wife, a perfect match."

Luo Qiao looked at her son's funny eyes and said,

She stretched out her hand to rub his little face, but when Xiao Yezi saw the claws stretched out, she turned around and ran away: "My biological mother, please let my face go and rub it instead of your son's face."

The yard was filled with laughter for a moment.

Uncle Rong stood in the front yard, watching their mothers making trouble there, with a smile on his face: "Xiao Yezi, run slower, don't fall."

Xiao Yezi stepped on the snow and ran to the old man's side: "Grandpa Rong, go to the kitchen and help Grandma Rong. It's warm in the kitchen. We can do this work. Especially my mother, she likes to do this work the most."

Looking at his son's smug eyes, he smiled and followed his words: "Uncle Rong, Xiao Yezi is right. You go back to the kitchen. We will finish this work in a while, and we will treat it as morning exercise."

Xiao Yezi was quite happy to see that his mother did not discredit him. He thought that his mother was quite good, so he gave a thumbs up.

How could Uncle Rong not know what everyone was thinking? Seeing everyone saying so, he agreed.

As he is getting older, he understands what his children want, so he naturally appreciates it.

What the old couple can do now is not to show off in everything, take care of themselves, and try not to cause trouble to their children.

He smiled and touched Xiao Yezi's head: "Okay, grandpa listen to Xiao Yezi."