"Are you blaming me?" Xue Caiqin snorted coldly, "He had nothing at the beginning and could be killed by Patrick at any time. How could I just watch my daughter be buried with him!"
Shen Mengni lowered her head in despair, "I am the one who has nothing now, so what else can I fight for and rob!"
"Mengni, three years of relationship cannot be forgotten easily. This time, he finally came back. You try your best to make him recall every bit of your past. That uneducated dead girl, of course I have Find a way to deal with her!"
"Mom, isn't she looking for someone to beat her up?"
"If I don't beat her up, it's hard to get rid of the bad breath in my heart!"
"She is so skilled that she can knock out her teeth with just one kick. I don't think this trick will work!"
"Hmph!" Xue Caiqin sneered, "I really didn't realize it. That damn girl still has two brushes. There are many ways to deal with her!" Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a cold light shone in all directions.
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Without Xue Caiqin's machine gun firing, the atmosphere in the restaurant is warm and has the warmth of home.
After dinner, Shen Yenan and Nangong Han played Go. Xiang Yimo sat in front of the log tea table in a graceful manner, making soup pot, setting tea, warming cups, brewing high, brewing low, dividing tea... actions Skillful and gentle in manners.
"Boy, I haven't played chess with you for a year. My chess skills have improved a lot. Have you practiced secretly?"
"Grandpa, you are deliberately letting me down today!"
Xiang Yimo brought two cups of fragrant Pu'er tea, "Come on grandpa, try to win more of his money!"
"What's mine is yours, if I lose you pay!"
His words "What's mine are not yours" made Xiang Yimo feel warm in his heart, as sweet as honey, and he lowered his head in shame.
Nangong Han picked up the small and exquisite ceramic tea cup. The fresh and elegant tea fragrance overflowed. He took a sip, and his mouth was filled with fragrance. A hint of sweetness lingered on the tip of his tongue. "Can you make tea?"
"Girl, your tea-making skills are as good as a professional." Shen Yenan praised happily.
"I worked in a Chinese restaurant, so I learned a bit."
Nangong Han's deep eyes stagnated for a moment, then his eyes fell on the chessboard, and a black stone fell, "Grandpa, you blocked my corner, but I still have a chance of improvement, now I am going to start a desperate counterattack!"
"You want to come back to life, there's no way!" Xiang Yimo picked up a white stone and blocked his way of survival.
"You help grandpa and bully your husband?"
"I want to see you lose the game and look so angry!"
Shen Yenan was so happy that he grinned from ear to ear, "Okay, grandpa will give you a new year's red envelope, one for each of you!"
Xiang Yimo took both of them, "You said this, what's yours is mine! Of course, what's mine is still mine!" She held the two red envelopes tightly in her arms, like a child happy.
After her mother passed away, she never received any new year's money, nor did she celebrate the New Year.
Shen Yenan is old and used to going to bed early and getting up early, so he went to rest first.
"Han, the fireworks outside are so beautiful, let's go out and set off the fireworks!" Shen Mengni grabbed his arm directly, looking deeply at him with watery eyes, with a trace of expectation and a trace of begging in her eyes, "I remember before, you He tricked me out and pretended to be a ghost to scare me. When he made me cry, he lit up the surrounding fireworks..."
Their fathers were good friends and they met often when they were children. It must have happened when he was seven or eight years old and he was most naughty. She was not the only one who made trouble at that time. All the little girls living around were frightened to tears by him.
But after Xiang Yimo heard this, he felt angry and his mouth gradually pouted. It turned out that setting off fireworks was his old trick to pick up girls.
Nangong Han stood there, frowning, and a trace of impatience flashed across his stern face, but he wanted to see her reaction and deliberately remained indifferent.
Xiang Yimo pulled his arm out of Shen Mengni's hand, as if taking back his own things, and hugged him tightly, "Fireworks? We went to the top of the mountain to set them off last night!" What she meant was that she It was already a step too late. He rubbed his waist and complained: "My husband blames you. Watching fireworks in the car last night made my waist sore!"
This sentence is too obvious.
Shen Mengni was an adult, so of course she understood the meaning. Her expression froze and she stood stiffly. She took a deep breath, then held back her tears and forced out a fake smile, "Why don't we set off fireworks? Now we are leaving. There are two hours until twelve o’clock!”
"Of course you will sleep with me!" Xiang Yimo yawned, "Hubby, I'm so sleepy."
In the past, it was difficult for her to say the title "husband", but now, in front of Shen Mengni, she became more comfortable saying it.
"Okay!" Nangong Han saw her tired face and felt heartbroken.
"Han, won't you stay with me to watch the New Year's Eve? Remember in the past, we stayed together and counted down together..."
"You said it, that was before!" Nangong Leng replied to her calmly, bent down and picked up Xiang Yimo, and walked upstairs.
After walking into the room and laying her flat on the bed, Nangong Han was about to leave, but Xiang Yimo hooked her around the neck.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the door was half open, and a figure stood quietly.
Xiang Yimo stared at him with deep eyes, slowly closed her eyes, and took the initiative to kiss him. His thin lips had a faint scent of tea, a dry and mellow fragrance. She sucked gently, absorbing the wonderful taste, and her throat A soft whisper came out, "Husband, I want you..."
Her initiative was like a match that instantly ignited the hot oil in his body. His Adam's apple slid, and his deep eyes were filled with a layer of flames. He leaned over and kissed her passionately, turning passivity into initiative.
Xiang Yimo's lotus-root arms climbed up his strong tiger back, and she slowly opened his shirt with her slender fingers. Her fingertips gently touched the ferocious scars. Her affection today was deep, no longer reserved, no longer suppressed, she moaned An ambiguous gasp...
Shen Mengniu stood stunned at the door, watching the man she loved crawling on top of other women, her heart aching like a knife, and tears gradually blurred her vision and moistened her wounds, Pain spread throughout the body.
A year ago, she rejected him and didn't want to share the joys and sorrows with him. So, a year later, is he going to punish her?
She shed tears, tears slipped down, moved her frozen feet, slowly turned around and left...