At eight o'clock the next morning, Ling Wei was woken up by the phone, she was so sleepy that she wanted to throw away the phone.

But what little sense she had left told her that it might be Zhao Xin calling, and Zhao Xin said that he would give her a red envelope today.

This is the Great Demon King, no matter how obsessed you are with her, you can't slack off.

Ling Weiqiang cheered up and opened her eyes to see that it was indeed Zhao Xin, and she wailed "Oh my God".

If it were another man, she would definitely ask the other party if she knew that it was early in the morning, it was the morning of the first day of the new year, and if she knew not to disturb others during bedtime.

It's a pity that this man is Zhao Xin, and Ling Wei can only pick up the phone without a temper.

"Hey—" Ling Wei squeaked in confusion.

The coquettish and lazy voice came from the microphone into his ears, Zhao Xinxin was shocked, and Mouran thought of a cat he had when he was a child, and he would squint his sleepy eyes and nest in your arms, and his whole body was lazy.

Ling Wei must be like this now.

Zhao Xin felt that his hands were a little itchy, and it would be great if he could personally give her Shunshun Mao at this time.

Holding on to his spirits, Ling Wei waited for a while without waiting for Zhao Xin's voice, then squinted his eyes and continued to sleep.

Zhao Xin held the phone, was silent for a while, and then smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Ling Wei, have you slept?" he asked amusedly.

There was nothing on the other end of the phone except the sound of heavy breathing.

Zhao Xin shook his head with a smile, but hung up the phone, and didn't say anything about the original thing.

He turned his back and looked up at the dead branches of an old locust tree in the yard.

Mrs. Zhao woke up early, washed up under Ah Fen's service, and after eating a simple breakfast, she went to the flower hall in front of her, ready to accept the New Year's greetings from the juniors in the clan.

As she passed by the courtyard, she caught a glimpse of Zhao Xin's hands behind his backs, standing proudly under the old locust tree, his head slightly tilted, and the faint rays of the morning sun shining on his face.

I don't know if it's because of the light or what, she thinks Zhao Xin is laughing, a very happy kind of smile.

Old Mrs. Zhao was stunned, and her pace slowed down.

She couldn't remember the last time she saw Zhao Xin laughing so lightly.

Did something happen?

Dumb, who was standing in the courtyard corridor, saw Mrs. Zhao, and hurriedly bowed his head and said hello: "Good morning, happy new year, old lady." ”

Zhao Xin turned his head to look at his mother, the faint smile on his face that was almost invisible, and the relaxed pleasure was replaced by deep and solemn.

Old Lady Zhao only felt a tightness in her chest, she nodded to Dumb and walked towards Zhao Xin.

Ah Fen in the back took out a red envelope from her pocket and stuffed it to Dumb, her pocket was full of all kinds of red envelopes, large and small, ready to scatter red envelopes for the old lady.

Zhao Xin watched his mother approach, took two steps up, and greeted calmly: "Mother, Happy New Year." ”

Polite and detached.

Old Mrs. Zhao sighed secretly and asked, "What were you looking at just now?"

Zhao Xin paused and said, "It's nothing, it's too cold this winter, and the bird's nests on the trees are empty." ”

"Oh?" Mrs. Zhao intended to say a few more words to her son, and after hearing this, she looked up at the bird's nest in the middle of the dead branches, and said, "I still remember when you were young, you would always secretly climb the tree to dig out the bird's nest, and every time Yunxin would give you cover." ”

Zhao Xin didn't expect his mother to tell him about this, and after being stunned for a moment, he said calmly: "Yes, Sister Yunxin has protected me since I was a child." ”

Speaking of Yun Xin, the two of them were heavy.

Old Mrs. Zhao changed the topic and said, "When you worship your ancestors later, leave Xi'er for me." ”

Zhao Xin nodded and responded.

Although Zhao Xier has changed his surname to Zhao, it is not the Zhao family that flows in the blood, and it is only to make the child suffer more blue eyes by forcibly bringing it over to worship his ancestors.

Their mother and son didn't value that ceremony, and they didn't need those superficial efforts to be good to Xi'er.

Zhao Xin sent his mother to the flower hall in front, where many people from the clan were already waiting.

Zhao Yuan, who was in the second room, greeted Zhao Xin when he saw him coming, and said, "Big brother, I have something to tell you." ”

So Zhao Xin and Zhao Yuan left the flower hall.

Mrs. Zhao smiled at the relatives who greeted her, and at the same time looked at the back of Zhao Xin who walked out.

The son's joy was unwilling to share with her, the mother.

Compared with the cumbersomeness of the Zhao family's New Year's Day, Ling Wei's family's New Year's Day is much simpler.

Their family slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up, it was too late yesterday, and on the first day of the new year, isn't it just for people to have a good rest, how to be comfortable naturally.

After Ling Wei woke up, she completely forgot about Zhao Xin's call, she only thought that she was dreaming that Zhao Xin called her.

After lunch, the Ling family set up the card table again, and the four of them played cards again, and they didn't stop until dusk.

Anyway, there are no relatives who want to visit the door to pay New Year's greetings.

Several people sat in front of the TV and watched the replay of the Spring Festival Gala while talking.

Qian Chuanzi suddenly smiled and said, "Hey, Ling Wei, when can we see you on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala?" Yan Jinling and Ling Xiao also looked at her eagerly.

Ling Wei cut off and said, "I'm an actor, and I'm acting in film and television dramas, so it's okay not to be with the Spring Festival Gala." ”

In fact, she is not particularly enthusiastic about the Spring Festival Gala, she thinks that it can be on or not, the Spring Festival Gala is a icing on the cake, if there is no work in her, the Spring Festival Gala is just a lively one, after all, it is the Spring Festival Gala of the whole country, full of stars, no more than her, no less than her.

There is another reason, in fact, she did not invite it.

In this regard, she is a little proud, hoping to be invited by the other party, instead of trying her best to operate it.

Qian Chuanzi laughed twice, expressing his disbelief in her statement.

Just then, her phone rang again.

Ling Wei pushed Ling Xiao away and said, "I'll answer the phone, don't laugh at you." ”

It couldn't have come at a better time.

At first glance, it was Zhao Xin again.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, I wish you a prosperous New Year. Ling Wei said happily.

Zhao Xin raised his eyebrows and asked, "What time did you get up today?"

Yes?

Ling Wei was puzzled, but said honestly: "Eleven o'clock, I slept too late last night." ”

Zhao Xin smiled and said, "An hour later, Dumb will look for you." ”

Ling Wei remembered that she secretly rubbed with him last night to ask for a red envelope, and asked with a deliberate smile, "Didn't Mr. Zhao prepare a big red envelope for me?"

Zhao Xin snorted and asked rhetorically, "What did you prepare for me?"

Is it possible to escort the red envelope?

Ling Wei was about to say that I would also give you a red envelope, but Zhao Xin had already said, "I don't lack red envelopes." Let Dumb bring me back your return gift by the way. ”

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