But just thinking about it.

"Hungry?"

Thinking about holding his waist, he walked in: "it seems that every time you come, you ask me whether I am hungry. Am I reincarnated by the hungry ghost?"

Shen Zhaozheng touched her face: "today, I have steak pasta."

Thinking about it, his eyes immediately twinkled: "Wow, how did Shen Shao general suddenly become romantic?"

"It's said that there will be snow tonight. Steak, pasta, red wine, with snow scenery, should be good."

Thinking of his chin resting on his shoulder: "how do I think hotpot and snow scene match better?"

Shen Zhaozheng you pinched her face: "how can you understand amorous feelings more than I do?"

Gu Nian pouted out: "it is. In winter, eating some hot pot is more grounded. We don't like western style. We eat hotpot in the evening, eh? Well? "

Shen Zhaozheng was defeated by her: "good, eat hot pot, I call Haidilao to send over, eat at home, eh?"

"Good, let them send some more popcorn, I love to eat it."

Shen Zhaozheng then called, less than an hour, the bottom of the pot and all the ingredients were delivered.

The electric cooker was set up and placed on the small rice table in front of the French window. When the bottom of the soup in the pot began to bubbling, it just began to snow outside.

Shen Zhaozheng poured two cups of millet wine.

"My favorite poem is coming out again, green ant new fermented grains wine, red mud small stove, late days want snow, can drink a cup of nothing?"

Finish saying that, with Shen Zhaozheng lightly bumps a wine cup, and then one drink drink.

Eating hot pot, drinking hot millet wine, looking at the snow outside, the opposite is a handsome man, who loves her to death.

Tut, this life, ah, satisfaction.

After drinking a few cups of millet wine, their faces turned crimson. Shen Zhaozheng was about to reach out and touch her face, but her mobile phone rang together.

A look, night home second sister.

He immediately corrected his look and answered the phone: "second sister..."

"Zhao Zheng, there will be a party at my house tomorrow night. You can bring Niannian to join us."

Shen Zhaozheng is eager to say no, but the night court doesn't give him the chance to refuse, so he hangs up directly.

He looked at him with a confused look: "what's the matter, uncle?"

"Go to the party at night tomorrow."

"It's time to start acting again."

Isn't he? He's a soldier. His acting is poor. It's really hard for him.

The next day, Shen Zhaozheng drove with his thoughts to Yejia mansion. Many luxury cars were parked in the huge courtyard.

There are great Confucians in talking and laughing, but there are no white people in communication.

Shen Zhaozheng stops the car, and the elder sister and the second elder sister go out to meet him.

Shen Zhaozheng reluctantly said with a smile, "I don't know what party it is today?"

Yeting said: "some of the night's relatives came here to introduce you to your relatives. But the elder sister said that the circle of Kyoto is so big. If everyone knows about it, I'm afraid the adoptive family will also know. If you want to come to your parents, they will not be happy, so let it go."

Shen Zhaozheng and Gu Nian were all in a cold sweat. They quickly said, "my parents raised me to 29 years old. They should not want me to leave them at this time. Therefore, we should not publicize this matter."

Yeting nodded: "I know, you come in first. They are all night relatives, and some relatives of my mother."

Shen Zhaozheng smile: "I don't know how to introduce me to them?"