Chapter 197

However, when Jiang Beichen raised his head and saw song Xiaoya's expectant expression, he finally couldn't bear to beat her enthusiasm and picked up chopsticks.

Under song Xiaoya's close "surveillance", he slowly picked up a dumpling, dipped it in a little sauce, then carefully put it into his mouth and began to eat it.

A strong sour and vinegar smell, mixed with some spicy taste, suddenly began to diffuse in his mouth, Jiang Beichen's eyebrows suddenly frowned tightly.

"What's the matter, isn't it delicious?" Seeing his frown, song Xiaoya began to worry that the dumplings were not delicious.

Jiang Beichen is very strong to swallow dumplings, and then looked up at the front of the LCD TV, very disgusted to say, "the TV is too noisy."

"Is it noisy? I don't think it's very good. Chinese New Year's Eve is to eat dumplings and watch the party, but both of them are indispensable. " Song Xiaoya looked at the TV screen of the party, and then said to him naturally.

She thinks that Jiang Beichen is just too "different", so the environment in his life is different from others everywhere, which is very abnormal, so she specially wants him to feel how a normal person should spend New Year's Eve.

"Is it necessary?" Hearing what she said, Jiang Beichen looked at the dance performance on TV suspiciously. Is this kind of boring thing so good-looking?

"Every new year's Eve, of course, when I was a child, I could not miss it." Looking back on her childhood, song Xiaoya still has some feelings.

Eating dumplings while watching the party has become an unwritten traditional custom of Chinese people, and only Jiang Beichen's new year's Eve will be so different.

She even sometimes began to doubt whether Jiang Beichen was the undercover agent of aliens who came to the earth. Otherwise, how could there be so many incomprehensible rules and living habits.

The live video on TV has entered the countdown to the new year, and it will soon be the new year's Eve. Song Xiaoya looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 11:59 in the middle of the night.

"Ten..." The TV host began to shout out the countdown.

At this time, song Xiaoya suddenly seemed to think of something. She quickly reached under the sofa and felt it, as if she was looking for something.

See her behavior some strange, Jiang Beichen inexplicably cast to her puzzled eyes, think she is looking for what.

"Three Two One Happy Spring Festival On TV, the host's cheering voice came.

At this time, song Xiaoya just touched what she wanted to take from the sofa, then took out a long paper tube, raised it to the ceiling, and pulled a cable with her other hand.

Bang -

with a sound, colorful small ribbons immediately came out of the paper bucket, and then scattered around the room. Finally, like snow, they fell from the ceiling and covered most of the bedrooms.

Two people's body and hair also dropped a layer of small ribbons, all kinds of colors.

Song Xiaoya looked at the color film falling from the sky, very excited to spit out his tongue, showing a bright smile, "Happy New Year!"

This small salute was prepared by her early in the morning, and then she hid it under the sofa, waiting for it to be taken out in the middle of the night.

Now that you look at it, the effect is really good. It's worth buying.

When she was young, every time it was new year's day, she would play with song Tianyu at home. At last, she would make the house full of ribbons. Sometimes, the brother and sister would be scolded by their parents, and then they would clean up the house together.

“……” Jiang Beichen looks at the mess of a room without expression, and then looks at her again. He was going to get angry, but he sees her silly smile, cold face, and finally just a helpless expression.

This woman, always can think of all kinds of moths, let him helpless.

"President Jiang, I'm the first one to say happy new year to you. Should you give me the biggest red envelope?" Song Xiaoya stares at Jiang Beichen with her eyes shining. Then she reaches out her hands and asks him for a new year's red envelope.

In the past, at this time of the year, it was the elders and relatives of the family who gave her red envelopes. This year, she married Jiang Beichen and was not at home, so those red envelopes could not be received.

Now, he's the only one around her, so ask him for a big red envelope, or you'll lose!

Jiang Beichen squints at her and doesn't speak. She was so cute that he couldn't bear to refuse. Then he reached out and took out his wallet.

Seeing Jiang Beichen digging out his wallet, song Xiaoya is pleasantly surprised. Then she quickly and tactfully opens the empty red envelope she has prepared and takes it to him, waiting for him to put money in it.

Looking at her child like behavior, Jiang Beichen can't help laughing, "Song Xiaoya, did you get into the money eye?"Even the empty red envelope is ready in advance. How long has she been planning?

"Cut the crap. I gave you a gift, too!" By Jiang Beichen such a ridicule, song Xiaoya immediately refuted up, and then also nodded, indicating that his suit is her gift.

It took her a long time to make this suit day and night. It was used to exchange a red envelope for herself. It's absolutely fair!

“……” Jiang Beichen can't help but look down at his suit, and then have nothing to say, directly took out all the cash in the wallet.

He usually swipes his card to buy things. He usually doesn't carry cash with him. After meeting song Xiaoya, he prepares some cash on him. It's not much, but it's not much anymore.

Jiang Beichen took song Xiaoya's red envelope, and then very generous put all the cash into it.

Prepare such a big empty red envelope, this woman is really a money addict!

"Thank you." See so thick a big red envelope, song Xiaoya happy closed mouth, just about to reach for the big red envelope, Jiang Beichen's hand suddenly to the side of a hide, song Xiaoya's hand suddenly lost.

"Jiang Beichen, what are you doing?" Think he wants to take away the red envelope, song Xiaoya some angry stare at him, is this big president a big stingy? Are you willing to give her a red envelope?

"If you want, it depends on your performance." Jiang Beichen looked at the red envelope in his hand, and then his lips slightly forward, suddenly said to her.