Mr. O's paranoid

Chapter 309 309 His eyes are too... spoiled?

After all, Ou Shangqing didn't step on the snow to go on a business trip. She stood in front of the window and watched Qi Mo running and chasing Ou Xingchen and Ou Buli in the snow outside, throwing snow on the ground that hadn't had time to accumulate.

Poor Ou Xingchen's little hands were red from the cold, and the snowball he kneaded was not even a ball at all, but a bead at most.

The snowball was just small, and he threw it out as soon as he rubbed it silly and cheerfully. As a result, he couldn't hit anyone, but he could still lean forward and backward with laughter, stamped his little feet and clapped his hands and cheered. The ball hit head-on.

"Wow!" Qi Mo yelled, ran over to protect him behind him, raised the snowball in his hand and threw it at Ou Buli.

"Ah! It's not fair! Mom, come here! Their mother and son are bullying me alone!" Before he could dodge, Ou Buli was hit by the snowball rubbing his neck, and immediately turned towards the house unconvinced. Shout out for help.

"Haha... Qi Mo is the best! Qi Mo is the best! Qi Mo is the best! Hit her, hit her!"

Ou Xingchen forgot that the three of them should have a three-legged confrontational relationship, and hid behind Qi Mo, grabbing the corner of her clothes, like a chicken hiding behind a hen in an eagle catching chicken game, following Qi Mo's He tried his best to dodge Ou Buli's attack in front of him.

The words "mother and child are united" caused Qi Mo's heart to collapse somewhere softly. He looked back at the little guy who was smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes, and he couldn't help smiling softly.

"Is this the reason why you don't go on a business trip?" At some point, Mrs. Ou was standing beside him leaning on a cane, and together with him, he looked at the three people outside who were playing like children, big and small.

"Is a business trip more important than this reason?" Ou Shangqing glanced at him and said with a smile.

"You have really changed a lot." The old man chuckled, but there was no sense of sarcasm.

"Thank you." Ou Shangqing said, holding the old man with her hands, and helping him walk to the sofa.

"Thank me for what?" The old man visibly froze for a moment, hummed softly with a slightly uncomfortable expression, and turned his face away.

Ou Shangqing smiled but said nothing, helped him to sit on the sofa, pointed to the chessboard next to him: "Play two games with you?"

"I'm an old man, what can I do to accompany you? Are you postponing your business trip specially to play chess with me?" As soon as it lit up, he called Ou Liangyuan.

"You, come here!"

Ou Liangyuan smiled helplessly, squeezed his wife's wrist, and said in a low voice: "How about, as you wish, after we arrange not to leave school, let's set off."

Chen Ting burst out laughing, and she didn't know who said it sternly last night, "Dad's mental state doesn't seem to be very good when I come back this time. Don't go out in the second half of the year, and stay at home well." Let's accompany him, the old man."

But in just one night, with a chessboard, has this "filial piety" been reversed?

"Why don't you come here, what are you doing with Chuna?" Old Mrs. Ou muttered to the couple and didn't know what to say, and couldn't help but raised his voice to urge him.

"Dad, can I have breakfast first? I'm hungry!" Ou Liangyuan sighed, feeling wronged: "Isn't Shang Qing sitting next to you? Let him accompany you to the next game first, he is better at chess than me , can resist you one or two."

After finishing speaking, he winked at Ou Shangqing.

Ou Shangqing shrugged: "The old man doesn't want me to accompany you."

He gestured in the direction of the outside of the house, indicating that there was nothing he could do to help.

The corners of Ou Liangyuan's mouth twitched, listening carefully, it was not difficult to hear the cheerful laughter coming from outside.

"The children are up?" Chen Ting naturally heard it too, her eyes widened, she left her husband and trotted towards the door, while tightening her neckline, ready to face the snowstorm outside.

"Tsk..."

Ou Shangqing got up with a smile, didn't say anything, and followed Chen Ting out the door.

Outside the door, the laughter grew louder.

In the house, the father and son stared at each other, Ou Liangyuan hastily settled the breakfast in the sight of the old man, and sat in front of the chess game resignedly.

"The big boss is the big boss. If you don't go on a business trip, you won't go." Qi Mo rubbed his hands that were red and numb from the cold, and brought them to his mouth to breathe hot air.

"Are you envious?" Ou Shangqing put his hands in his pockets, and he was no warmer than her.

He didn't intend to come out, so he just put on a round-neck sweater and didn't even put on a coat.

Standing in this wind and snow, with snowflakes falling on his neck, ears, and half of his collarbone, it would only be colder than Qi Mo who came out fully armed.

Just looking at her red fingers and the back of her hand, without thinking, she pulled her hands out of the only trouser pockets that made him feel warmer.
He held her hands tightly in his palms, warming her cold hands with the warmth of his palms.

Qi Mo froze for a moment, his attention was attracted by the pair of big palms covering his hands, his eyes slowly moved from his hands to his face, and fell into his eyes, surprise, confusion and bewilderment were intertwined.

"You...what are you doing?" His eyes were too... spoiled?

"Can't you see what I'm doing? Isn't it obvious?" He said, raised his hands, lowered his head, and breathed hot air into her hands.

"..." Qi Mo hesitated to speak, and subconsciously looked at the three people who were throwing snowballs not far away. Fortunately, they didn't pay attention to her side, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Stop making trouble, you wear less clothes than me, I have my own pockets, so I don't need you." Qi Mo looked at his clothes, how warm can such a sweater keep?
Anyone who has worn a sweater knows that a sweater is a "grass on the wall".

When it's windy, it can't keep warm, and when it's hot, it wraps people around and heats up.

It is also suitable to wear a sweater alone indoors or when there is no wind, or only in the spring and autumn when it is neither cold nor hot.

He only put on a sweater and didn't even wear an inner shirt, so he probably didn't plan to go outside.

Standing in this cold wind now, she did not believe that he was not cold.

"You wear so much and your hands are still so cold, why are you so afraid of the cold, huh?" The eyebrows moved slightly, as if complaining dissatisfiedly.

"It's always been like this." Qi Mo lowered his eyelids, withdrew his hand forcefully, inserted it into the pocket of the down jacket, curled up his neck and hid in the down jacket, leaving only half of his face above his nose.

"Let them play, come back to the house with me, and have a cup of hot water." He held her down jacket hat and dragged her back to the house.

Qi Mo said "ahhh" twice, but he didn't break free, and was dragged into the door half-pushed by him.

As soon as the door opened, there was a wind and snow outside, which cooled the warmth of the area behind the door.

The father and son who were playing chess in the room turned their heads to look at them together, and after only one glance, they continued to play chess.

(End of this chapter)