At this moment, Luo Yang had only one thought in his heart.

She's going to get the ring back!

Put on the thick and warm down jacket, Luoyang rushed out of the door like a gust of wind.

In the next room with the door closed, there was no light in the crack of the door. I didn't know whether the canonization was asleep or not in the room.

In the consecrated bedroom, the heating was not even turned on.

The curtain was dark and cold at night.

He leaned against the door frame of the French window, and his feet were covered with cigar heads on the ground. He couldn't count how many cigars he smoked.

There was a cigar between his slender fingers, and the only light in the dark bedroom came from the spark of the cigar in his hand.

Feng Sheng's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and his dark eyes as deep as an ancient well looked into the distance.

He stood motionless and watched without smoking a cigar. Judging from the slightly stiff movement of his reclining chair on the door, he had been standing for a long time.

Fengsheng stood like a sculpture, like frozen cold eyes, but suddenly there was a slight fluctuation.

He saw a white ball moving in the vast expanse of snow.

When he looked carefully, his cold eyes were suddenly stunned.

The figure running on the snow in the back garden in a white down jacket is not the little thing he is no longer familiar with and held in his arms all night.

Under the moonlight and snow, he can see everything on the snow clearly without additional light.

After Luo Yangyang ran to the approximate position where the ring might fall, he stopped, bent over and lowered his head, and looked at it carefully in the snow.

Fortunately, it didn't snow a few days ago. Otherwise, as soon as the snow covered, she would turn the whole back garden over, and she might not be able to get the ring back.

"Ring, come out quickly and don't hide."

The snow was white, and the white jade ring was also white. Luo Yang leaned down and stared at it for a few minutes, and his eyes were a little dizzy.

Fengsheng still maintained the action of the inclined chair door frame. He stared at the Luoyang, which was quickly integrated with the snow in the distance, and the cold corners of his mouth suddenly rose slightly.

"Little thing." The canonization faded the cold and thoughtful black eyes, and there was a trace of spoil between the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes.

She ran to the place where they quarreled in the middle of the night. What else could she do except looking for a ring.

Little sample, he dotes on her so much that he knows that little things can't be so heartless.

After deep consideration in the middle of the night, he also found out the problem of the contradiction between the two people.

He pushed too hard.

He shouldn't just let the little thing accept his arrangement without asking.

Although she is still young, she also has her own ideas. He should not be paranoid and let her follow his ideas.

Even if he is for her good and for their future, he should discuss with her.

The little thing's character is good at forbearance and cunning. If she wasn't in a hurry, her mood wouldn't rebound so much.

"Where the hell is it? It should be around here."

Luo Yangyang bent down and his waist was sore. He straightened up and looked at the snow where footprints had been stepped out nearby. His small eyebrows were wrinkled and wrinkled.

She looked so carefully that she didn't see the ring.

The two quarreled. Although Feng Sheng knew that he was also responsible, he was inevitably angry at the thought that Luo Yang threw the ring on impulse.

Therefore, he didn't hurry to find Luo Yangyang. Still wearing a black suit, he snuffed out his cigar and went to the bathroom.

After Feng Sheng came out of the bathroom with wet short hair, he walked to the French window at the first time.

Seeing that Luo Yangyang was still looking for a ring in the snow, he was too lazy to dry his hair, put on his coat and went out.