Yang Qianyu was startled and understood immediately. She almost jumped up from the sofa and rushed out immediately.
Sure enough, when I opened the door, I saw a car approaching in the courtyard.
She ignored her thin clothes and ran out happily, "It's already midnight, why are you still here!"
Feng Moyan had difficulty moving, so he waited for the driver to get out of the car and come over to help, so he sat in the car and looked at the woman Yingying, with a sweet smile on his lips: "Come here to countdown to the New Year with you!"
She was overjoyed, glanced at the man shyly, and helped him get out of the car with the driver.
"Go back and pick me up after I call you tomorrow." Feng Moyan sat down in the wheelchair and turned to the driver.
The driver responded, handed him a black bag, turned around, got in the car and left.
Yang Qianyu looked at the extremely down-to-earth black plastic bag and asked curiously: "What is this?"
The man handed it to her and said, "Open it and take a look."
Yang Qianyu was about to push him into the house. Hearing this, he stopped, took the bag and opened it curiously. He was suddenly surprised and asked funnyly: "Where did you buy these? You didn't send them earlier!"
In that black plastic bag, there were all kinds of fireworks!
"What? I brought it to you earlier and you want to play with it? It's okay for me to play with you now." The smile on the corner of the man's eyes and brows was ready to come out.
Yang Qianyu glanced at him, "How could I be so naive! Of course it's for the children to play with! You don't even know it. I walked around the community at night and saw others playing, and I was extremely envious."
"Well... I blame me for not thinking of it before. On the way here just now, I saw someone selling it secretly on the roadside, so I asked the driver to go down and buy it."
Yang Qianyu laughed, "No wonder it's packed in black plastic bags. It turns out to be an underground transaction."
I have to say that Mr. Feng is dressed in a rich or noble outfit, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and handsome, and carrying such a down-to-earth plastic bag, the picture is really... funny.
Feng Moyan frowned when he saw her thin clothes, "Okay, hurry up and go inside. You don't even wear a coat when you come out. What if you get cold?"
When he said this, Yang Qianyu felt trembling and quickly pushed him into the house.
"Are the children asleep?"
"What time is it? Of course I went to bed."
Well, I slept well...
Only when they sleep can they enjoy their world together.
The living room was quiet except for the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala on the LCD screen.
"Are you watching the party?"
"Well... I've been bothered by them all day, and my head is buzzing. I finally have some time to myself, checking my phone and watching TV. I don't want to sleep."
Mr. Feng looked back at her, the smile in his eyes was like brushed chocolate, "Aren't you waiting for me?"
"Hmph!" She sneered coldly. Even though she did have some fantasies in her heart, she would not admit it with her mouth, "You think you are a clay Buddha in the temple, you are so weird that you would put gold on your body."
"Ha!" Mr. Feng also imitated her sneer and exposed it mercilessly, "I think you are just telling the truth."
"..." Qian Qian was too lazy to pay attention to him, sat down on the sofa, and continued to watch TV.
Feng Moyan turned his head and looked at her, "Hey, are you angry now?"
"I'm watching TV, don't bother me."
"Is the TV as good as me?"
"This host has a national profile, isn't he as good-looking as you?"
Mr. Feng turned to look at the LCD screen, smiled meaningfully, moved the wheelchair closer, faced her, and sat in front of her.
The woman is watching the party performance, and the man is looking at the woman's face, her eyes are obsessed with him, as if he wants to hold her in his heart.
After another program ended, the hosts all appeared on stage, preparing to wait for the arrival of the New Year.
Yang Qianyu glanced at the clock on the wall and recited silently along with the hosts——
Ten, nine, eight, seven...
With five seconds left, Feng Moyan suddenly stretched out his hand toward her, so fast that she had no time to resist.
"Ah -" She only had time to whisper before she was pulled into his arms.
When the TV counted to "one", the man's hot and fragrant breath just fell, and he kissed her lips firmly.
"Qianqian, Happy New Year." He closed his eyes intoxicated, and kissed her passionately while sending New Year's blessings to her lips.
Yang Qianyu's posture was a little distorted, but it only took a moment before she responded to his kiss passionately and took the initiative to sit in his arms.
Holding his neck with both hands, the woman lowered her delicate and beautiful face slightly, her slender eyelashes quivering excitedly, and rubbed against him.
The singing and dancing on TV became more lively, and the two kissed until they were breathless. After a while, they slowly separated...
Yang Qianyu's face was like a peach blossom, and her eyes were almost wet. She looked at him intently for a while, couldn't help but pursed her lips, and then said: "Happy New Year..."
The next second, she was kissed by the man again.
There was nothing I could do about it, the way she pursed her lips and looked shy was so beautiful that no one could control her.
However, this inseparable affair finally ended with Mr. Feng's stomach growling in an unpleasant way.
Yang Qianyu was startled and separated from him, frowning in confusion: "What is the sound?"
Mr. Feng looked embarrassed.
The cooing came again.
Yang Qianyu lowered her head and looked at his abdomen, "Is your stomach growling?"
"Hmm...probably-" He was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into the cracks of the ground.
But the woman laughed unkindly, "This is too exaggerated. What did you eat at night? You get hungry so fast!"
"Didn't eat." He said two words with a straight face.
Although the table was full of big fish and meat, he really had no appetite.
First, he didn't like the people at the same table.
Secondly, he was disgusted by the topics discussed at the dinner table.
There are three, he is thinking about the dumplings made by someone himself...
Yang Qianyu didn't know if he really hadn't eaten, but considering the atmosphere of the Feng family's annual New Year's Eve dinner, it was normal for him not to be full.
"Okay, you're lucky. There are still wrapped dumplings in the refrigerator. I'll cook you a bowl." She patted the man's shoulder, got up from his arms, and walked to the kitchen.
Mr. Feng's cold face immediately revealed a smile, "How did you know I wanted to eat dumplings? Did you save them specially?"
"Hmph, another gold medal!"
They packed a lot in the evening and wanted to save some for breakfast tomorrow.
However, she had a little fantasy in her heart, and naturally thought that if someone came over in the evening, she would let him try her craft.
Cook the dumplings and fill a bowl full of them.
Yang Qianyu handed him the chopsticks: "Eat it, be careful not to burn it."
"What about you? Don't want to eat any more?" He took the chopsticks and looked at the woman to invite her.
"No..." Qianqian shook her head quickly and swallowed before saying, "We all ate to our fullest at night, and I'm still full now."
The man smiled and did not force her. He lowered his head and concentrated on eating.
Seeing him gobbling up the food, Qian Qian couldn't laugh or cry, "Slow down, there's no one to compete with you."
Mr. Feng was obviously enjoying the meal, but he was nitpicking, "This one is all cracked, this one is broken, this one has no filling... what are you stuffing?"