Stop There, Daddy

“Do you like snow?” He Siming stared at her for a moment, then his thin lips rose slightly.

Wen Shuyue didn’t even think about it before she nodded. She was a little excited. “Yes, I love it a lot. It’s beautiful. I feel I am in a fairyland when I stand in the snow.”

Although she seldom enjoyed the so-called romance before, pursuing romance was a dream in every woman’s heart.

Unfortunately, she met a jerk who made her youth a disaster, full of lies and betrayals.

Recalling those gloomy days before, Wen Shuyue’s eyes were unconsciously dim.

Her expression was caught in his Siming’s eyes, and as if unconsciously, he directly reached out and pulled her into his arms.

What was going on here?

“Mr. He, you…”

Wen Shuyue was surprised and opened her eyes wide. But she was just about to look up when He Siming’s big hand pressed her down.

“Now take me as the one in the snow. Will it cheer you up a bit?”

He Siming’s deep and magnetic voice came to her ear. However, Wen Shuyue did not feel any cold this time but felt a warm current flowing slowly in her heart.

She sniffed, her beautiful eyes flashing with emotion, and her voice cracked with emotion. “Thank you, Mr. He.”

“Don’t call me Mr. He in private, just Siming.” He Siming frowned a little and tapped Wen Shuyue on the head with his other hand.

The little gesture between two was very sweet, and they were very much like a couple in passionate love. Every small act of He Siming seemed to be filled with love.

Wen Shuyue’s cheeks were flushed, and the ruddiness reached her ears. She was too embarrassed to speak again, and she could only nod shyly in his arms.

In the beginning, He Siming felt pity for Wen Shuyue, but when she hid in his arms, he felt her shyness, and his lips rose slightly, evoking a sense of triumph.

The two huddled together in the snow. He Siming’s appearance alone was enough to attract a large number of people, not to mention the fact that he was also Mannis’ President, which made people constantly taking photos.

“Click! Click!”

Wen Shuyue was frightened by the sound of photographing. She tried to get out of He Siming’s arms, but she was pressed back when she was about to get out. Then she heard the bossy voice of He Siming.

“You’re raising your head in the hope that our gossip will be a hit?”

This reminded Wen Shuyue, who quickly shook her head and hurriedly explained, “I didn’t mean that. I just didn’t want them to photograph us.”

“Well, wait a moment.”

These simple words are full of powerful aura and deterrence. As soon as he said that, Wen Shuyue felt relieved unconsciously, as if she would feel secured as long as he was there.

He Siming made a phone call to someone, and soon the security guards had chased the people around them away. Despite this, their pictures had been saved and quickly uploaded online.

After the men left, Wen Shuyue quickly put her head out of his arms. She looked around with a worried look on her face, and then said, “are they all gone? Shall we go back now?”

“It’s all been photographed. Don’t you feel unworthy going back now?” He Siming raised his eyebrows and looked at her. And though he did not say it directly, what He Siming meant was self-evident.

Wen Shuyue thought, her eyes rolling. Then she and He Siming laughed at the same time. No words were necessary here.

In the following period of time, He Siming took Wen Shuyue to many shops with the Christmas theme. Wen Shuyue also bought a lot of Christmas decorations for her home.

Wen Baobao and she both loved Christmas very much. Each year she would secretly prepare a surprise for Wen Baobao, which had been a custom for years. Therefore, Wen Shuyue now started to prepare gifts for her son.

“He Siming, what do you think of these Christmas stockings? Wouldn’t it be lovely if I put some small presents in these socks?”

“Yes.”

“He Siming, shall we take home the biggest Christmas tree here? It gives me a sense of security. Baobao will like it very much.”

“Okay.”

“Oops! I think I made a mistake. I should have bought more colorful lights and things like that. I forgot to buy it. Let’s go back and buy it now.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“…”

When Wen Shuyue arrived at the store, she kept talking without a pause. He Siming responded to her patiently at the beginning, but later, he didn’t bother to talk to her at all.

Wen Shuyue may have had the habit of talking to herself. Even though He Siming did not respond to her, she kept talking, even more vigorously.

They put things in the car and came back to buy something she had forgotten. They seemed to be a newly married couple, with simple happiness.

“I finally got it all together, but I was wondering what to give Baobao this year.” After sitting in the car, Wen Shuyue heaved a sigh of relief.

Every year, she would be exhausted after setting up these things for Christmas. Fortunately, He Siming was here today. He asked the clerks to bring a lot of things to her. Wen Shuyue felt happy about not having to do it herself.

Guan Yue only listened to what they said at first, but after hearing what Wen Shuyue said, he quickly responded with a smile, “our boss is the best gift you can give to Baobao. I guess this should be the happiest thing for him this year. ”

Well, it was.

She should forget the relationship between He Siming and Wen Baobao.

The corners of her mouth twitched. She could not forget the look on Baobao’s face when he knew that He Siming was his father. It was the joy she had seldom seen on his face.

“He would love it if we spend Christmas with him.” He Siming comforted her when he glanced at Wen Shuyue and found she looked a little pale.

As expected, Wen Shuyue froze when she heard what Siming had said.

Not only Wen Shuyue but also Guan Yue, who was in the driver’s seat, was frightened by what his boss said. Was he implying that he would spend Christmas with them?

Realizing that he had said something wrong, He Siming gave a few dry coughs.

Then he raised his low, and said in a magnetic voice. ” Don’t take it wrong. I mean, I would be with him this Christmas.”

“Thank you very much, Mr. He. I think Baobao will be happy.” Wen Shuyue said with a smile.

Somehow, when she heard what He Siming had said, she felt a little disappointed.