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Many shops hung up their Christmas trees. Although this was a holiday from another country, the capital was still a big city connected to the international scene. As the capital of a country, it was only natural that the people of the capital should have a good Christmas.

Qingge was still in a daze, and after a while, she was woken up by the cold. The temperature in the bedroom was 25 degrees Celsius all year round, and it was probably because the window was not tightly closed last night. The wind blew in, causing her to feel cold. She took a glance at the sleeping Jane Xia, and her expression turned gentle.

She moved closer to Jian Xia and poked her forehead with her finger. Then, she quickly withdrew her hand and closed her eyes. After a while, she secretly opened it a little. Seeing that Jian Xia had not woken up, she also poked her forehead. Several times, like a child who had done something bad, he secretly rejoiced.

Qing Ge rolled over, and was about to sleep for a while, when he suddenly felt someone grabbing his waist, and he was pulled into Jian Xia's embrace. She had never been afraid of anything in her life, only being afraid of being tickled. As she scratched Qingge, Jane Xia asked, "Do you still dare to take advantage of me when I'm sleeping?"

Qingge laughed until she was out of breath and could only shake her head with all her might. "I don't dare, I don't dare anymore."

Jane Xia turned over and suppressed Qing Ge, revealing a charming smile, "At this time, I know I don't dare, it's too late."

Qingge: "Jane Xia, you liar, you were just pretending to be asleep, I …" "Hm …"

"..."

An hour later, Qingge got up from the bed and pulled on a cardigan over her pajamas. She had just one foot on the floor when she cursed Jane Xia several times in her heart, and now she was trampling the floor like cotton.

After he went downstairs, Qingge sat at the dining table and waited for the servant to place the breakfast. Her phone rang. It was a WeChat from Jane Xia.

"I won't be back for lunch today. Don't wait for me, it's almost Christmas and we can get ready. It will snow this Christmas, and we'll be watching the snow on the balcony."

Jane Xia had this kind of ability. With just a few words, she was able to suppress her anger. She replied with an emoji bag that she already knew. Then, she placed her phone on the table, picked up the steaming red jujube milk, and just as she took a sip, the doorbell rang.

The servant ran to open the door, but before Qingge could see who it was, she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

"Qingge, I'm so angry, I'm so angry. That bastard Mo Ziyu, don't even think about me going back. I've been living here for the past month, you have to take me in."

When Qingge saw Ye Qing's angry look, she only felt it was funny. As the saying goes: The bystander is a fan, the spectator knows what is going on. A lot of times, you don't know you're in it, but people can see it right away.

Ye Qing sat down in front of the dining table, picked up a Soup Dumplings and started eating. As he ate, he said, "Someone brought my luggage here this afternoon. Qingge, with all our years of love, you won't kick me out, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. I don't dare to provoke that guy Mo Ziyu. He would rush in to ask me for someone if he was unhappy, but when the time comes and Jian Xia isn't here, only my grandmother and I are here, so even if I don't chase you away, you can only go with him."

"He won't be able to come in, your family's security system can be said to be on the level of a president. Furthermore, with that identity of Jane Xia's, he would have the guts to barge in. Go and greet the guard. Don't let him in, I don't want to see him."

"Then tell me, why are you angry with him?"

"Remember that Chanel girl I told you about last time?" "The one I met at the barbeque shop. I saw her get into Mo Ziyu's car. That night, Mo Ziyu didn't come back for the whole night."

"I still remember that someone told me that you and Mo Ziyu were only faking marriage. They said that it was for a hundred million, so they didn't care about Mo Ziyu at all. But you came looking for me without even listening to a single explanation. Why do I look like you're jealous?"

"What kind of joke is this? How could I be jealous? I just feel like she's trying to insult me. That woman isn't as good-looking as I am, and her figure isn't as good as mine. Tell me, isn't Mo Ziyu deliberately humiliating me?"

"Alright, you can stay for a long time. We'll go out for a walk together in the afternoon, and we'll spend Christmas in my house this year. As for Mo Ziyu, it's all his fault, so if you don't see him, then you won't see him. I'll let the guard at the door see Mo Yuzi, then I'll call someone to beat him up first."

"Ah, that …" Just don't let him in, just give him a good beating... "Forget it. After all, he is pretty good-looking. It is quite a pity to cripple him."

Qingge took a wet towel and wiped her hands. Oh, look, this was just a beating and her heart ached. She even said that she didn't like Mo Ziyu. Women just don't mean what they say.

"..."

Two o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was shining just right in the middle of the afternoon. Although the weather had turned cold, the sunlight was still warm when shining on a person's body.

Qingge wore a short white sweater, a pair of ripped pants, and a pair of black Martin boots. She tied a ball of hair and left with Ye Qing.

When they arrived at a Christmas item shop, the two of them walked in together. What a coincidence, wasn't there a Chanel girl sitting inside? Qingge raised her eyebrows. It was such a narrow path for enemies to walk. It just so happened that she was bored and wanted to help Ye Qing vent her anger.

She walked over, but before she could say anything, the woman saw Ye Qing and opened her mouth first.

"What a coincidence, Big Sister Ye Qing is here too."

Ye Qing almost vomited. Her skin was really thick.

"Indeed, it's a coincidence. However, I really can't afford to call you big sister. If I remember correctly, you seem to be older than me, right?" "However, I can understand too. I know that since I'm old, I would inevitably feel jealous to see someone younger and more beautiful than me. Even if you call me wrong, I won't blame you."

"You …" Chanel's face was red with embarrassment. This reckless woman actually dared to say that she was old? She wasn't even thirty yet.

"You what? If you have a stutter, then don't talk."

"Ye Qing, I think that since Mo Ziyu has already married you, I won't argue with you. Don't push your luck."

"Then tell me, what can you do to me if I take an inch more than I can chew?"

"Of course I can't do anything to you, but if this gets out, it will be bad. The dignified Mo family's young mistress is actually in this state."

"If I don't do something today, I'll be sorry."

"You …" "What do you want to do?"

Ye Qing put down the bag in his hands and rolled up his sleeves. "Of course I'm hitting you."