Song Qingrui: [Okay, then I’ll wait for you. 】

Then he sent me a kiss.

Lin Fanyue: [If you send it again, I won’t come.]

Song Qingrui quickly sent another cute message.

...

More than ten minutes later, she appeared at the door of the hotel room. As soon as she rang the bell, the door opened.

The heater rushed towards her face inside, and Lin Fanyue became inexplicably nervous. She and Song Qingrui had not seen each other for only seven or eight days, but at this moment, they met again on New Year's Eve in Tongcheng, and they both felt as if they were worlds apart.

Song Qingrui who was inside the door was wearing a khaki sweater, with the collar of a plaid shirt exposed, and a pair of casual trousers that showed off her legs. She had a graceful and elegant temperament, like a piece of warm and clean jade, but his eyebrows could not tell

I felt quite tired when I got up, and there were bloodshot eyes.

Have you been very tired recently?

"Hi, Happy New Year's Eve." Song Qingrui looked down at her with a lively smile on his face, "Is this the food you brought me?"

Lin Fanyue bit her lip nervously and glared at him, "This is just leftover food from my family. My mother was going to throw it away. I thought it was too wasteful, so I brought it to you."

"Oh, don't throw it away, just give it to me to eat. It just so happens that I haven't had the southern New Year's Eve dinner."

Song Qingrui gently pulled her arm, pulled her in, and closed the door smoothly.

The suite was not big, only forty or fifty square meters, but it seemed too depressing for a man and a woman to stay together at such a night.

Lin Fanyue was actually quite nervous. Ever since Song Qingrui made it clear to her last time, she felt a little flustered and at a loss. She was even afraid of being alone with Song Qingrui.

I came back from the capital in a hurry, mainly because I wanted to avoid him.

There were too few things about him in it. There was only a backpack on the sofa, a down jacket and scarf hanging on the hanger. The scarf was the one she gave last time.

It's just an ordinary scarf, but it's the one he wears most frequently this winter.

Realizing this, Lin Fanyue's heart was beating fast.

Song Qingrui came over and opened the lunch box, Qing Zhan's eyes lit up, "Well, it smells so good, are these meatballs?"

"The meatballs and egg dumplings we have here are quite a lot of meat." Lin Fanyue opened another box with a half-smile, "This is braised pork. We must eat it during the holidays. I'll pack it for you."

A lot.”

She knew that Song Qingrui didn't like to eat greasy meat, but she did it on purpose tonight.

"Since you brought it, I must eat it all." Song Qingrui took out a bowl of rice and started eating.

The taste of the dishes is good. Although the pork belly is a bit greasy, it is spicy and salty and goes well with rice.

Lin Fanyue held her chin in her hand and saw that he was eating very deliciously. It was much more delicious than the food eaten by her relatives tonight. She knew that her mother and several aunts were very good at cooking, but in recent years, everyone's living standards had been getting worse and worse.

The better it gets, the less I eat as before, so there are a lot of leftovers left.

But Song Qingrui’s appetite is too good.

"You don't really want to eat it all, do you?"

Seeing him chewing another meatball, Lin Fanyue couldn't help but make a sound.

"Otherwise, this is my first time eating food cooked by my future mother-in-law. I have to eat it all to be worthy of my cooking skills."

As soon as Song Qingrui finished speaking jokingly, he was stepped on by Lin Fanyue.


Chapter completed!