At night, Song Yingwan also took out the things he bought for Zhang Ru and Song's father. Although they said they didn't need them, they still held the things in their hands and read them over and over again, without a smile on their faces. Broken.
Song Yingwan was also happy to see it. She hoped that those she loved and those who loved her could be happy.
In the next few days, Song Yingwan and Xie Ci went to the supply and marketing cooperative from time to time to prepare for the New Year. During the New Year, pork is the most popular. Everyone has saved for a year, so they hope to comfort their families during the New Year, so Pork is always in short supply.
Later, after Zhang Ru and Song's father went on annual vacation, Song Yingwan and Zhang Ru ran out. It didn't matter if they couldn't buy anything. Zhang Ru took Song Yingwan to look at materials and clothes, wishing he could give them everything. My own daughter did this and made Song Yingwan dumbfounded.
In this way, Song's father and Xie Ci were left staring at each other at home. The two of them couldn't just sit there and not talk. They would chat a few words from time to time. In addition, Song's father was very discerning. The layer of defense in my heart has also relaxed a lot, and my attitude towards thanking him has become much more friendly.
The Chinese New Year day came in a blink of an eye. Zhang Ru got up early in the morning and got busy. There was a new person in the family this year. Zhang Ru was also happy and paid more attention to the meal tonight.
Song Yingwan and Xie Ci also got up after hearing the noise. After breakfast, Song Yingwan spontaneously followed Zhang Ru to help in the kitchen, and Xie Ci naturally followed Song's father to post Spring Festival couplets. Song's father was the main force in this work in the past. Army, but today seeing his new son-in-law standing there with long arms and legs, he was happy to take a back seat and help deliver things.
Chenchen stared at the person in front of him with big eyes as he could put the Spring Festival couplets on the highest point of the door without any effort, and felt amazed in his heart.
He will grow so tall in the future!
As night falls, the sound of firecrackers adds to the excitement of the New Year. Everyone's face is filled with cheerful smiles, and it seems that the troubles of the year can be easily erased at this moment.
"Here it comes, the last dish!"
Zhang Ru said with a smile while holding a plate of braised fish.
Several people were sitting around the table waiting for Zhang Ru to sit down. Today, Song's father was in a rare mood. He took out the fine wine he had collected and poured a glass of wine to express his gratitude.
Song Yingwan didn't know this was happening, so she secretly poked the person next to her with her hidden fingers. She seemed to have never seen Xie quit drinking before, so she didn't know if he could bear it.
Xie Ci's expression remained unchanged, he stretched out his hand to wrap her inside, and gently stroked it twice.
The table was not too big, and it was just right for five people, but the distance between the two people was not too far. Song Yingwan was afraid of being seen by Zhang Ru and the others, so she shrank her hands and moved slightly, but did not move away. .
Song Yingwan lowered her head and looked at the hands held by the two people. She thought to herself that this person must have a good drinking capacity, otherwise how could he be so calm, and he felt relieved.
After the meal, the thank you was still very steady. If it weren't for the blush on his face, it would be impossible to tell that this was a person who had just drank. Song's father didn't drink often. It was just the atmosphere today, so the two of them didn't. Drink as much as you want.
But Song's father obviously staggered a few steps when he got up, and then slowly moved back to the room and lay down.
Zhang Ru ignored him when she saw that he was fine, and then asked softly, "Xiao Ci, how are you? If you feel uncomfortable, go back to the room and sleep for a while."
He shook his head slightly and said in a gentle and clear voice, "I'm fine."
Zhang Ru saw that his eyes were clear and he really didn't seem to be in trouble. She didn't say anything anymore, nodded and went back to the kitchen to clean up.
Not only Zhang Ru believed it, but Song Yingwan also believed it. At this time, she was wiping the table where she had just eaten with a rag when she suddenly felt the corner of her clothes being tugged.
When she turned her head to look over, the person next to her was also looking at her with dark eyes, but said nothing.
Song Yingwan frowned slightly and said in confusion, "What's wrong?"
The person in front of him didn't say anything, but the strength of his hand became a little stronger and he pulled her towards him.
Only then did Song Yingwan realize that something was wrong. She followed his strength and walked over, holding his face and looking at him for a few seconds before saying, "Thank you, are you drunk?"
He closed his eyes for a moment, as if his head hurt a little, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, "Can you help me back to the room?"
Is there anything that can't be done?
However, Song Yingwan didn't expect that he was so drunk that he couldn't walk on his own, so Song's father still walked back by himself!
She originally thought he had a good drinking capacity, but she didn't expect that it was all just an act.
Song Yingwan sighed and led others back to the house.
He is still a bit heavy, and his whole body is pressing on her at the moment. Although he usually looks thin, he is the kind of person who wears clothes that make him look thin, and has a strong and even figure. It may be because he works often, and his abdominal muscles are lines. It's clear, but not exaggerated. Instead, it's exceptionally beautiful and powerful.
Thinking of this, Song Yingwan's face felt a little hot, and she quickly stopped the random thoughts in her mind. By the time she helped the person into the room, she was already sweating slightly on her forehead.
After taking him to the bed and lying down, Song Yingwan was about to get up and help him take off his shoes so that he could sleep more comfortably. As soon as he made a move, someone grabbed his neck and pressed him against his tight chest.
The next second he turned over and held her in his arms, buried his face on the side of her neck, and whispered, "Sleep with me every night."
His hair was short and thick, which made Song Yingwan feel a little uncomfortable. She tilted her head back and responded softly, "You go to bed first. I have something to do. I'll be with you later."
She thanked her and said nothing, but the next moment Song Yingwan felt a stinging pain on her neck. Before she could react, the place where the stinging pain just seemed to have been lightly scratched by a warm object.
He was venting his dissatisfaction.
She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt her neck feel hot, and even the air around her became hot.
"Thank you..."
The person next to him is still continuing, as if he has found something interesting and is enjoying it.
When she first came in, Song Yingwan didn't have time to turn on the light. At this moment, there was only a faint light coming from the window, allowing her to barely see the other person's face clearly.
Zhang Ru was still outside, and Song Yingwan couldn't do anything with him here no matter how big his heart was, not to mention that he was still drunk.
She quickly pushed the person holding her and said comfortingly, "Let me go first and I'll get you a glass of water, okay?"
Hearing this, the thank you stopped. Song Yingwan thought he had listened to her words, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
The next moment, he was pressing her head against her body again, and his voice sounded a little aggrieved and dissatisfied, "Don't you like it when I kiss you?"
Song Yingwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked away with a guilty conscience. She finally understood how those kings felt when they were entangled by their beautiful concubines.
This is completely irresistible!
She thought about it again and again, but her rationality prevailed. She didn't lock the door when she came in just now, and now she was really afraid that someone would suddenly open the door and come in.
"How about you get up first and I'll get you a glass of water..."
He seemed to have exhausted his patience. Before Song Yingwan could finish her words, she was pressed down and kissed. When their lips and teeth touched, she seemed to hear a vague words, "Who wants to drink water-"
