Chapter 884

Today, they made dumplings at home. The dumpling skin was bought, but the stuffing had to be made by ourselves.

Before Xiao Pei lived alone, he could cook almost everything, but it was his first time to make dumplings.

Two people in the kitchen prepared the stuffing ingredients, then started.

Gongmoyan is also the first time to make dumplings, so the dumplings on the chopping board have all kinds of shapes, which are very funny.

When the dumplings are cooked, they are helpless.

Because not long, some dumplings will break the skin, the stuffing is exposed, the boiled dumpling water is dyed with the color of leek.

In the end, only one third of the food can be eaten.

Fortunately, there were a lot of bags, so both of them were full.

Finally, Xiao Pei goes to wash the dishes, and Gong Moyan sits outside watching TV.

The water in the kitchen washes away. Xiao Pei picks up the tableware and wipes his hands. He goes to the door and sees the girl on the sofa smiling and watching TV programs.

He didn't know what was shown on TV, but felt that for a moment, some emotion in his heart could no longer be suppressed and filled his chest.

Since the death of his parents, he has been a person every new year.

Although they later became a company with Xu Xingzhou, they both had relatives. They were all reunited in the same family for the new year.

Only he, every night, looking at the lights in the room, there will always be a kind of unspeakable confusion.

And now, there is only one more person in the family. The girl he likes, all of a sudden, seems to be vivid and beautiful.

Xiao Pei went to the palace Moyan's side and sat down. She turned her head and was about to tell him the sketch he had just seen. He held her tightly in his arms.

So, just want to say the words suddenly forget, Miyamoto smoke only feel a blank brain.

Schopper just hugged her, buried his head in her shoulder socket and said nothing.

His arm tightened, and she was completely in his arms. The TV sketch continued, but no one listened.

Also do not know how long, Xiao Pei this just slowly loosen palace Mo smoke.

She had a little red cheeks and pink ears.

His voice is a little hoarse: "Moyan, thank you for accompanying me today."

Palace Mo smoke a moment to understand his feelings, she raised her eyes: "Xiao Pei brother, I will always accompany you."

Xiao Pei throat rolling, eyes color is very deep, he bowed his head to kiss her lip corner, gently touched, did not dare to go deep.

Her heart beat like thunder. It was such a simple kiss that all her strength seemed to be pulled away.

Xiao Pei sniffs the palace Mo smoke's breath, exhausts the will to just leave her slightly.

He sat up straight again, took her hand, and clasped his fingers: "Moyan, let's watch the Lantern Festival party."

"Well." The palace Mo smoke nods, because shy, also some dare not see Xiao Pei.

Some things, we all understand, after all, in his home today, so it seems that no matter what you do, all have a little bit more ambiguous flavor.

At the same time, a man and a woman are pressing on the road.

Song Ziheng came back the day before New Year's Eve. Although he had a room, he still had a lot of things to do.

Haisheng will release new products after the Lantern Festival, so a lot of preparatory work has to be done in advance.

Therefore, most of the new year's Day is spent on the phone and various e-mails.

Today is the Lantern Festival. According to the plan, he will fly back to Ningcheng tomorrow to prepare for Haisheng's press conference.

During the day, he went to the old house of the palace family with Gong Lingye, a Song Yi man.

Just after lunch, he got a call.

The voice of Huyan butterfly came from the phone: "brother Zi Heng, you go outside."

Song Ziheng doubts: "how?"

"Just go to the open air." It seems that Huyan butterfly is outside, and there is obvious wind coming from her side.

Song Ziheng didn't know what she was up to. He said, "OK, wait a minute."

He put on his coat and came out and said, "butterfly, I'm outside."

"Look at the sky." Huyan butterfly said again.

Song Ziheng raised his eyes and looked at the blue sky. He didn't know what huyandie wanted him to see.

Just when he was going to ask her directly, a flying butterfly suddenly came into his sight.

The butterfly is the size of an adult's hand. Its wings are orange, blue, purple and rose. It flutters and flies towards him.

In the moment of seeing it, song Ziheng recognized that it was a butterfly painted on an exercise book of Huyan butterfly.

He still maintained the appearance of holding the mobile phone, until the butterfly stopped in front of him, fluttering wings, a pair of eyes on the light.

Then, a girl's voice came from butterfly's loudspeaker: "brother Zi Heng, happy Lantern Festival!"

The butterfly speaker is obviously synchronized with his headphone receiver, so the light voice of huyandie has the sound effect of surround sound.

Song Ziheng could not help raising his lips and reaching out to the butterfly: "Xiaodie, happy Lantern Festival."The butterfly stops in the palm of his hand and retracts its wings.

Song Ziheng doesn't know when huyandie asked the factory to make this mechanical butterfly for her, but obviously, because of the simple circuit, it doesn't have many intelligent functions.

"Brother Heng, don't you let the little butterfly help you find its lovely owner?" The girl's voice came back to me.

"Good." Song Ziheng laughed and patted the butterfly's wings: "little butterfly, lead the way!"

So, the butterfly stirred its wings again and flew up. It didn't fly fast. It was just like an adult walking. It led the way in front of song Ziheng.

The greening of the villa area here is very good. However, in February, the leaves have already fallen off, and there is no time to sprout new shoots. On the branches, there is the snow that has been in the past few days.

Song Ziheng walked in the snow, and finally, a girl in a red down jacket appeared in the distant sight.

Butterfly seems to know that he does not need to lead the way, so he stops on song Ziheng's shoulder and walks with him to Huyan butterfly.

The girl waved to him. Her cheeks were red with cold, but her eyes were bright.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows, the snow on the trees around him is falling, the ears on the girl's scarf are blown, but she is still waving to him, smiling as if full of sunshine.

This moment, song Ziheng felt his heart hit by something.

He quickened his pace until he came to Huyan butterfly.

"How did you come to the imperial city?" He asked.

Her home is in Ningguo, 2000 kilometers away.

"Ah, are you not happy to see me?" Huyan was butterfly like sad: "they didn't say that they would take you back to Ningcheng? So here it is. "

Song Ziheng received a message from huyandie yesterday. He said he would return to Ningcheng on the 16th of the first month, and she said she would pick him up.

I didn't expect that her answer meant that.

Looking at the girl's red ears, song Ziheng asked: "not cold?"

"Cold." "It's so cold," he said

Song Ziheng was helpless. He took off the wool hat he was wearing and put it directly on the head of Huyan butterfly.

All of a sudden, she felt her head was surrounded by warmth, and the temperature of the man's body went straight to the heart along the skin.

Just a moment later, Huyan butterfly responded: "no, your hat is dark blue, it doesn't match my clothes What's more, yours is men's, which I don't look good on. "

"Good looking." Song Ziheng interrupted her, no doubt: "I said good-looking is good-looking."

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