Chapter 794 Happy New Year

Everyone in the group knew what he was planning.

[Lu Yubai: Did you agree?

Huo Ci: How is it possible? There is absolutely no way I would agree to this marriage!

Rong Yin: Then what kind of New Year’s Eve dinner do you have with others? Isn’t the New Year’s Eve dinner meant for the whole family to eat together?

Jiang Zhe: I'm afraid he admits it in his heart but not with his mouth.

Yan Yuanfei: Lao Liu, Ayan is very good, but you have to worry about it. You can't find such an excellent son-in-law as him. Let me remind you, there is no such store after this village.

Huo Ci: What a beautiful idea. If any of you want to have a daughter, let her be your son-in-law.

Rong Yin: If I had a daughter, I would really think about it. 】

Xiao Qi had already come out with the prepared yogurt, and gave Huo Ci a cup first, and then gave Nangong Lengyu a cup.

Huo Ci continued to post pictures to show off his daughter's craftsmanship, which aroused the envy of the group and made him feel extremely satisfied.

At the end of the party, the New Year's Eve bell rang, and the old year passed and the new year ushered in.

Xiao Qi nestled in Huo Ci's arms, her little head was nodding, she was sleepy, but she was still working hard to watch TV. When she heard the New Year's bell, her eyes widened and she jumped up excitedly. , the first blessing: "Happy New Year!"

Ling Sheng's eyes were a little hot, and she looked at the people around her. It was great to have people she cared about spending the New Year with her. If her grandparents were there, it would be perfect.

As soon as the midnight bell passed, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers came to mind all around. It was very lively. Standing by the window, you can see the beautiful fireworks in the sky.

Huo Ci had just entered the bathroom and found that he didn't have a bathrobe. When he turned around and came out, he saw the smelly girl taking a thick coat and tiptoeing out like a thief. He coughed: "Why are you going?"

Ling Sheng had just seen her father go to the bathroom. It was estimated that it would take more than ten minutes to take a bath. Unexpectedly, he went in with his front feet and came out with his back feet. She stood up straight and calmly. She must not show any guilt and grinned at him. Smiling sweetly: "I'll go find the doctor and ask about Xiao Qi's condition."

Huo Ci believed her and went to the doctor next door with such a thick down jacket. She was freezing to death: "There is heating outside, and there is also a doctor's office."

Ling Sheng put down her down jacket under her father's death gaze and smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Dad, I'll be back soon. Xiao Qi is asleep. You can wash it slowly, don't worry."

She now suspected that her father did it on purpose. He caught her just as she was about to go out, which really made her wonder if he had mind-reading or precognitive abilities.

Huo Ci looked at her pretending to leave as if nothing had happened, and it really looked like it. He curled his lips with a sneer, "Smelly girl, don't think he doesn't know, go out for a private meeting!"

Xiao Qi was sleeping, so no one was watching. Otherwise, he would have to follow him to see what Jun Lao and his three grandsons were up to.

Ling Sheng was freezing to death, and her father wouldn't let her take her down jacket. In order to eliminate his suspicion, she didn't dare to take it, so she wore a woolen sweater.

After leaving the rooftop door, she was so cold that her teeth were chattering, and the cold wind blew over, causing her blood to freeze into ice.

It was pitch dark, nothing could be seen, and the floor was quite clean. The key was that the man who invited her over was not there yet.

Ling Sheng walked forward a few steps with her arms folded and her neck hunched, her upper and lower teeth chattering as she shouted: "Third Master, Third Master, where are you?"

It was very quiet. Apart from the whistling sound of the north wind, the only thing left was her voice. The last note was trembling with coldness and was quickly blown away by the cold wind.

"Third Master?" Ling Sheng shouted again, wondering if she had gone to the wrong place. It was not the rooftop here, but the rooftop of Sister Yu's hospital building.

Subconsciously, I wanted to look for my phone, but belatedly realized that my phone had also fallen into the pocket of my down jacket.

Just as she was about to turn around and go back to the corridor, she suddenly saw countless flashing neon lights appearing in the void in front of her, surrounding her whole body.

The red neon lights formed the shape of blossoming roses, making it look like a dreamlike scene.

Her body suddenly felt warm, and she put on a big down jacket. The man hugged her from behind, encircling her in his warm chest.

Before Ling Sheng had time to speak, beautiful fireworks suddenly exploded in the air in front of her, forming the four characters "Happy New Year". While her body felt warm, her heart also warmed up, and the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously. The arc comes.

The refreshing smell of the man spread to the tip of her nose, and the air was a little cold. He leaned against her ear, and his magnetic voice was hoarse: "Ms. Ling, Happy New Year."

Ling Sheng turned around, put her feet on her feet and looked up at the man with slightly lowered eyes. Under the red light, his handsome face looked even more alluring. He smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Jun, Happy New Year."

Jun Shiyan lowered his eyes slightly and pressed his forehead against hers. The breathing of the two of them could be heard, and he could feel the little girl's long eyelashes brushing on his eyebrows, tickling his heart: "I hope that everyone in the future will During the Spring Festival, I will be the first person to say Happy New Year to you."

Ling Sheng smiled, and touched his chest with her weak, boneless hands, with a smile on her eyes and brows: "Mr. Jun, you are late this year, Xiaoqi is the first."

Jun Shiyan laughed softly and couldn't help but brush her lips gently: "He doesn't count."

Ling Sheng felt her lips were numb, as if a feather had swept across her heart, and she smiled and said, "Why don't you forget it."

Jun Shiyan frowned slightly, hugged the little girl tightly, feeling the soft warmth on her body, and his voice was a little childish: "It doesn't count anyway."

Ling Sheng nestled in his arms, with the man hugging her waist tightly. She protested in a low voice: "Mr. Jun, I want to see the roses and the fireworks."

Jun Shiyan grabbed her shoulders and asked her to turn around, then circled her from behind again, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said in an extremely sexy voice: "Look at it this way."

I don’t know when the snow began to fall again in the sky. The swirling snowflakes were dyed pink by the neon lights, circling and falling around the two of them.

The picture is as beautiful as a romantic scroll. The handsome man has the little woman in his arms, and even the all-pervasive snowflakes cannot get close to her.