Yang Yimo was like a thunderbolt striking the top, stunned. She couldn't believe that Wang Hao could say it so easily if she was so shameless, especially with his expression, a delicate and pretentious face, but she still gritted her teeth and had to sacrifice.

This is simply a martyr who sacrificed his life to bomb a bunker, knowing that he would die, but also generously surrendered to justice.

The corners of Yang Yimo's mouth twitched, "Excuse me, you can keep your innocence for yourself." ”

"Hey, what kind of expression do you have, do you dislike me?" Wang Hao looked hurt.

"Don't you dislike you, don't you have any points in your heart?" Yang Yimo glanced at him, she was really convinced, A big man actually said to a woman like himself that he was going to sacrifice his innocence, is this still reasonable?

Wang Hao straightened up, "I'm also a talent, right?"

"Is it better to use slag?"

"What do you mean?" Wang Hao thought for a while, and suddenly said, "A scum?"

Yang Yimo smiled and nodded: "Congratulations, you got it right." She stretched, turned on the TV again, moved her head up, and lay on Wang Hao's lap with her body crooked.

Wang Hao's body stiffened for a while, and then he pulled down and lit a cigarette for himself: "Do your dad know that you are here for the New Year?"

"Yes, I told them. Yang Yimo pressed the remote control: "Go back for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and you will also go home with me." ”

I don't know why, the word home, Wang Hao suddenly felt warm in his heart.

"Okay, then I'll go to your house for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner." ”

The end of the year, the last day of the year.

Early in the morning, I heard the sound of firecrackers outside, and there was a peaceful atmosphere for the New Year.

Bang, bang, firecrackers exploded.

Yang Yimo and Wang Hao were both on the phone or video, and as soon as he hung up, he called. Wang Hao's sister called, asked Wang Hao where he was celebrating the New Year, and said that he should come to his brother-in-law's house with her at that time.

Some of the company's senior executives also expressed their calls and blessings.

In the end, Wang Hao was really annoyed, muted his phone, threw it on the bed, and walked into the kitchen to start cooking.

Some of the dishes he had washed out the night before, or made them semi-finished.

Wang Hao was making fried meatballs, and he skillfully formed a ball and put it in the oil pot.

There was a big fish in the sink, and the big fish occasionally flicked its tail vigorously, and the water splashed. Yang Yimo held a kitchen knife and stood beside him, seemingly studying how to start. Occasionally, the fish was violently active, and the splash made her scream.

Wang Hao glanced at her with disdain, the kitchen knife in Yang Yimo's hand, he was worried that she would cut himself, so he turned down the fire, Wang Hao took the kitchen knife from her hand: "It's nothing, it's nothing." "Great

The kitchen knife struck twice on the frame of the fish's head, took the scissors, skillfully disemboweled, and a fish was cleaned up by him in a blink of an eye.

"I haven't done it either. Yang Yimo said unconvinced: "Including washing dishes and cleaning up the house, I learned here, and I haven't done it at home." "Ten fingers don't touch the spring water, it's a big lady like Yang Yimo. Her parents love her and her, so naturally they are reluctant for her to do this.

"So, thank me for teaching you that. Wang Hao blurted out: "In case your family goes bankrupt in the future, you won't be able to do anything." ”

"Your family is just bankrupt, can you say something nice about the Chinese New Year?" Yang Yimo glared at him.

Bah, Wang Hao snorted twice, "I'm a bald mouth, talking nonsense." He smiled, fished out the meatballs, boiled oil in another pot, and stewed the fish; "You can rest assured, your family's business will definitely get better and better, and it will get bigger and bigger." ”

It's just that Wang Hao really didn't expect that he would say a word, and in the near future, the Yang Group would be wiped out, as fast as a high-rise building, incredibly fast, unexpected, and before he could react, everything had already happened.

Yang Yimo clenched his little fist: "I'm talking nonsense, I'll beat you." She snorted arrogantly: "I'm sad, I won't help, go out and watch TV." ”

"Damn, you're really going to make excuses, you just say you don't want to do it, and you're sad. ”

After a while, Wang Hao shouted and was about to eat. Yang Yimo cleaned up the coffee table, took the dishes and chopsticks, and a bottle of good red wine and two bottles of beer, she knew that Wang Hao didn't like to drink red wine, so she prepared a lot of beer for him.

Due to the Chinese New Year, Wang Hao has become more serious in cooking, and each dish is also put on a plate, which looks particularly beautiful, and the dishes are attractive, which makes people can't help but move their index fingers.

Five dishes, one soup. Putting the dishes on the table, Yang Yimo smiled sweetly, feeling quite satisfied at the moment. Every year, I cook dozens of dishes at home, but I never feel this way.

Looking at Wang Hao's clothes on the bed, Yang Yimo was puzzled, "Why are you going?"

"Fire. ”

"When I will, I'll go too. Yang Yimo hurriedly put on his shoes and clothes.

Downstairs, Wang Hao lit a cigarette, found a suitable place, and lit the cannonball.

Yang Yimo covered his ears on the side, but his big eyes were curious.

Bang, pop......

The cannon exploded in mid-air, shattering and falling down.

If the past year, with the resounding bombardment, at the same time smashed behind him, there is no return.

"Here you go. Wang Hao handed the cigarette in his hand to Yang Yimo and motioned for her to put it away.

Yang Yimo's little head shook like a rattle: "No, I don't dare." ”

"It's okay, don't be afraid. Wang Hao pulled Yang Yimo forward, grabbed her hand, and aimed the cigarette at the cannonball.

"Ah......" Yang Yimo exclaimed, pushed Wang Hao away, and quickly ran to the side, covering his ears.

Wang Hao looked at the unlit cannonball: "It's all gone, you run a fart." "As for it? Put a cannon, the reaction is so big.

"Here you go. Yang Yimo threw the cigarette over to him: "It's your man's business to set off the cannon, I'm afraid." ”

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "Yes, yes, it's a man's business to fire a cannon." ”

Seeing this guy laughing so much, and hearing what he said again, Yang Yimo knew that he wanted to be crooked again. What kind of person is this, how can he think about everything?

Wang Hao washed his hands, opened a bottle of beer, and was about to move his chopsticks, but was stopped by Yang Yimo and had to take pictures.

The two of them each gestured to one person and two, their fingers touching together, and below was the dish he cooked. Yang Yimo slapped it, and then she pulled Wang Hao over, lying on Wang Hao's chest, smiling, missing white teeth, big eyes full of smiles, Wang Hao was also smiling.

The picture is frozen at this moment, and the smiles of the two people are condensed into eternity.