My Wife Is The Final Boss Chapter 237

Women are always sentimental, perhaps because of experience, Miss Yun still needs a lot of practice on how to be jealous, but... in terms of complicated thoughts, she doesn't need anyone else to teach her.

After all, Xu Changan is someone who is easy to think too much. What can Yun Qian learn from him?

It's just a pity that Yun Qian has rarely been hypocritical once in thousands of years, and was pressed down by Xu Changan and stomped into powder.

Xu Changan also realized this, and it was not suitable for him to be like this.

After all, Yun Qian is rare and affectionate once.

However, Xu Changan felt that there were not too many ways. Passionate can use poetry, view, and play to use magic techniques, rather than Yun Qian, who is demented in front of a dying flower.

What is "the flower that dies and re-opens in the next spring, is it still the same flower?"

Can Yun Qian ask this question? It doesn't fit the girl's style.

Yun Qian stood there blankly, thinking about Xu Changan's words.

As long as it looks good, it doesn't matter if it's the same flower.

Although it makes sense, can it be used on Xu Changan? Yun Qian didn't know much, after all, he was different from that Miss Wen, not a flower.

"Miss, try this."

Yun Qian was stunned when she felt Xu Changan put something to her mouth, the girl didn't think much, and Sakura opened her mouth slightly.

Immediately afterwards, some strange fragrance came, she subconsciously bit it, and as something broke, some faint fragrance, a mixture of bitterness and rich sweetness rippled in her mouth, making Yun Qian couldn't help blinking. .

She looked at Xu Changan's hand, and saw that it was a string of beautiful flowers, blue-purple flowers, with small and dense petals, slender and weak filaments, very beautiful.

"It tastes good." Xu Changan saw Yun Qian's bright eyes, took off a piece of orchid again, and said, "I will use this jacaranda to make candy for the young lady, it will taste even better."

"The petals...it's okay." Yun Qian pursed her lips, and then showed some teeth, until Xu Changan brought in another petal, she chewed it carefully, feeling the strange taste.

Seeing this, Xu Xu Changan curled the corners of his mouth.

There is a saying that fairies want to eat petals and drink dew.

"Miss, are you still thinking about flowers now?" Xu Changan showed a successful plan, and said, "Instead of worrying about whether this flower will bloom again next year if it dies, it is better to think about next year's weather, still raising it. If you don't raise such delicious flowers, this jacaranda flower is very particular. In reality, whether it is possible to raise edible food of this quality... depends on whether God will appreciate it or not.”

"...Eat?" Yun Qian blinked, then put the white flower in Xu Changan's ear again, staring at him blankly.

"What's wrong?" Xu Changan keenly felt something was wrong.

"It's okay, it's just... delicious." Yun Qian murmured.

The girl's voice was clean, and then she laughed.

There are hundreds of flowers in front of her, but when the girl smiles, all the flowers in this world are blooming.

"Hua'er, it's delicious." Yun Qian hugged Xu Changan's arm tightly under Xu Changan's unexplained sight.

Xu Changan didn't know where his words hit Yun Qian.

Yun Qian didn't respond, just lowered her eyes.

She doesn't understand sorrow or suffering, so she enjoys the flowers sent by her husband and the sweetness that penetrates the heart.

I felt that I had eaten the flowers, and then I became a flower, so that he could taste it too.

Yun Qian felt the fragrance of the petals in her mouth, and walked with Xu Changan in the snow-covered flowerbed.

Quietly looking at the flowers of different shapes, the girl thought that there are no identical leaves in the world, but there are similar flowers. At the same time, people are different.

She has all kinds of names, so why ask him to be exactly the same as before?

It is enough to know that for "Yun Qian", the existence of "Xu Chang'an" is the only special one.

Go find a place to build a snowman.

The blizzard had been swift and violent before, and most of the snowflakes had accumulated in a short period of time, and the snow was white.

In the spacious garden, Xu Changan was taking a shovel to clean up the snowflakes that had accumulated on the road, in order to make a good path for walking, so that Yun Qian would not slip and fall again after a while.

He glanced back at Yun Qian who was sitting on one side and rested, tilted his head to look at Yun Qian, who was shoveling snow, and raised the corner of his mouth.

"I can also... have today." Xu Changan closed his eyes, and memories flooded in.

He can't say he's a lonely person, but he always doesn't fit in.

On the eve of the previous life, it was snowing heavily, and the lights were bright everywhere. People downstairs were sitting in groups of three or five, drinking tea, chatting, and lively. There were many little girls playing with snow, building snowmen, playing snowball fights, laughing and laughing.

It has nothing to do with him either.

Junior two teenagers will feel that they are out of tune with the world, and Xu Changan will also have that kind of thinking, but after seeing Miss Yun, it seems that he has found a home. In his eyes, these childish behaviors were purely a waste of time in the past. want to do it.

Now I am in the snow garden, but my heart is warm and my body is also warm.

"..." Yun Qian also thought so.

She looked at the glove in her hand and blinked.

This is what Xu Changan put on her, saying it was to avoid freezing her hands when she was building a snowman.

Yun Qian didn't quite understand.

Because she had read in the book written by Xu Changan, when building a snowman, the redness and itching of the fingers were frozen, which was also the fun.

And... a snowball fight?

The girl won't be fighting with her husband, but... she does have some interest.

Yun Qian bent down, gently grabbed a handful of snow, closed his eyes, and stored energy for a full half a minute. When he opened his eyes again, a snow-white ball appeared in his hand, which looked as fluffy as a cake. Pressing it lightly will leave a fingerprint on it.

This is a snowball made by Yun Qian.

Thinking about it, it wouldn't hurt to hit someone, just as soft as hers.

Yun Qian walked behind Xu Changan.

"Miss, wait a minute." Feeling Yun Qian's approach, Xu Changan said, "I'll open the road, smooth the snow, and you can build a snowman later...hs..."

Xu Changan was only halfway through his words, when he felt a cluster of snowflakes hit the back of his head, and the remaining snowflakes entered his neck, which made him shudder.

Xu Changan: "..."

He felt the snowflakes melting on his back, turned around slowly, and met Miss Yun's moist and clean eyes.

"Miss, what are you... doing?" Xu Changan chuckled, throwing the shovel aside and bullying him up.

"I want to try it." Yun Qian said, and saw Xu Changan stick it up. With just one sentence, Xu Changan's forehead was about to touch her cheek.

"Try it? Did you read it from a book again?"

"Um."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter where you look at it." Xu Changan bent down and picked up a ball of snowflakes: "I can see it as your provocation to me."

"Eh..." Yun Qian was stunned for a moment, and was stunned when she saw the villain-like smile overflowing from the corner of Xu Changan's mouth.

It seemed a little different from what she thought...

Xu Changan looked very interested.

"I... I'm afraid of the cold." Yun Qian took a step back and clenched her collar with both hands.

"I know that the most important thing for Miss is to follow the rules." Xu Changan squinted his eyes: "I have left a spiritual body protection for Miss, even if it's a little cold, it won't catch the cold, a rare opportunity...hehe. "

Before Yun Qian could speak, she saw that Xu Changan had already started making snowballs, and unlike the snowballs she made with her soft couch, Xu Changan just rubbed his hands, and a solid snowball appeared. .

Immediately afterwards, Xu Changan threw the snowball on the ground and rolled it around, pushed it around Yun Qian, and picked it up again...it was a snowball bigger than a girl's head.

"This..." Yun Qian's eyelashes fanned.

Are you going to hit her with this snowball?

Yun Qian is rare, and has a feeling of retreat.

Maybe she shouldn't have dropped that snowball?

"Go." Xu Changan threw it gently, the snowball fell on the ground after a very short distance, and then rolled all the way to the edge of Yunqian's skirt.

Thumb and index finger were pinched and rubbed together, making a snapping motion.

Small muffled sound.

The snowball exploded instantly.

Yun Qian took a step back, but some snowflakes still blew up around her neck, melting into snow and taking away heat, causing Yun Qian to shiver slightly.

But a little cold doesn't matter anymore.

"This is... my room?" Yun Qian's beautiful eyes stared at the snow sculpture left in place after the snowball exploded. It was nothing else, it was her boudoir on the island, from the bed, dressing table, wardrobe. All are wonderful.

"It's our room." Xu Changan reminded Yun Qian, then stretched out his hand to wipe off the snow on Yun Qian's neck, shaking his head: "Unfortunately, it was made with spiritual power, and my manipulation methods are not skilled enough. can do better.”

"It's already very good." Yun Qian squatted down and reached out to touch the snow sculpture on the ground, but was afraid of damaging the shape of the house, so she retracted it when she was about to touch it, and said, "I thought... Here's a snowball to throw me."

"I have to be willing." Xu Changan spread his hands.

The girl is "ruthless", he can't be "unrighteous".

Even if he had protected Yun Qian from the wind and cold with his spiritual energy, he wouldn't hit Yun Qian with a snowball. You know, when building a snowman, he would require Yun Qian to wear gloves.

"I... can't bear it either." Yun Qian nodded, thinking that her husband had carved such a beautiful room... it would be a pity to use it to smash her.

Ruthless, but to be struck by lightning.

"Miss, what I said about willingness, and what you said about willingness, is a kind of thing?" Xu Changan covered his face.

"Maybe?" Yun Qian blinked.

"What is it, forget it, miss, try to build a snowman. It's probably a big ball, and a small ball is all you need to do. I have painted it before, and you should have an impression." Xu Changan finished, and Put the snowman tool aside, then pick up the shovel on the side and start shoveling the snow.

Speaking of which, shoveling snow is quite interesting. Watching the snow being removed layer by layer, there is an inexplicable sense of comfort.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be with Yun Qian, but he was just looking forward to it. If he wasn't on the side to guide, the girl could come back with something.

"I'll try." Yun Qian imitated Xu Changan and started to make snowballs, then rolled on the ground.

After a long time.

When Xu Changan came from a distance with a shovel, he saw Yun Qian standing, staring at the snowman in front of him.

Xu Changan walked over and looked at the "snowman" who was completely disproportionate, not even a ball, and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eyes.

"How is it?" Yun Qian turned around and asked Xu Changan.

"It's... cute." Xu Changan said.

"Cute?" Yun Qian heard the words, looked up and down this inhuman and indescribable thing in front of her, as if she was a little puzzled: "Is it cute?"

The girl was suddenly unhappy.

Because he occasionally calls himself cute.

Could it be that the husband's definition of cuteness is so perfunctory?

"Cute... Ugly cute." Xu Changan said solemnly: "At least, compared to those clay figurines that Miss had pinched before... This time, there has been a big improvement, at least it can be seen that it is a human, you look at the snowman The head is bald, more like a monk."

I still remember the last time Yun Qian leaned over and pinched a clay puppet in the muddy water. It was ugly. I didn't even say whether it was good-looking or not. It didn't look like a human.

At least it's progress this time.

But after speaking, Xu Changan realized that it was not right. The last time he kneaded the clay puppet was also in a dream.

"There is progress, um." Yun Qian didn't think too much, nodded and looked at her white fingers: "I...not good at this."

It would be great if she had the ability as Xu Changan said Nuwa in the mythology, she could pinch good-looking people, and then there would be no shortage of daughters.

Now……

What she squeezed out, Xu Changan couldn't bear to kill it with a single sword from a monster.

"To be honest, it's not very good. If the lady is in my hometown, the handicraft class must be negative." Xu Changan smiled: "You also said that you want to learn cooking with me..."

The thing made out of this must be that kind of dark food.

Xu Changan didn't even dare to think about it.

"Sure enough, it's very ugly, isn't it?" Yun Qian looked at the snowman in front of her.

"It's not a question of whether it looks good or not, it's... I can only say that it's ugly and cute, and it has a lot of style." Xu Changan said with difficulty: "Lifelike~www.mtlnovel.com~ Well, lifelike, look at what you poke Miss. These two finger prints act as eyes, as if alive."

Of course, he liked it.

If it weren't for the dream, Xu Changan would definitely find a way to save the snowman. If he was in a bad mood in the future, he would take a look, and he would definitely make him laugh out loud.

"Lifelike..." Yun Qian heard that and looked at Xu Changan, and said, "You look at him like he's alive?"

also?

alive?

Xu Changan didn't understand it very well, but the girl didn't understand polite words, and he knew it, so he said, "I'm talking about playing. To be honest, it's not very good-looking. I'll teach you to look good in a while."

"I see." Yun Qian nodded, looking at the dark streaks gradually falling on the snowman's head, the snowman's black hole-like pupils glowed with dim light.

Her husband's words reminded her to be careful when doing these things.

Yun Qian stepped aside, picked up the shovel by the roadside, and chopped off the snowman's head.

Chapter end