Situ Qinglang felt that something was wrong since he saw the two newly replaced two doormen at the door, and at this time, the knock on the door suddenly sounded, and he intuitively felt that it was not a good thing.

So he pressed his sweetheart, who was about to get up, and said in a deep voice, "You sit, let me go." ”

Sweetheart nodded obediently, but found that Qinglang's expression didn't seem to be very good.

"Who will come to visit at this time for the Chinese New Year?" Situ Qingqing muttered suspiciously.

Sweetheart looked at Qinglang's back, and asked a little uneasily, "Your family also came to have guests at this time in previous years?"

"Who will come for the New Year, isn't this hitting the muzzle of the gun, and it's almost time to eat dumplings. Situ Qingqing shrugged, at most she just felt that this person was a little blind.

The doorbell was still ringing, Situ Qinglang walked to the entrance, turned on the porch light, and glanced out from the cat's eye.

He saw a familiar person holding his middle finger at the cat's eye hole, and suddenly felt his head buzz.

He Jiaming said outside the door: "Open the door quickly, do you want to freeze to death!"

Situ Qinglang frowned and opened the door, stared at him and wondered, "Why are you here?"

He Jiaming was wearing a cotton suit that was not too thick, and muttered unhappily: "Are you too cautious, don't you hurry up and open the door for Lao Tzu, and stand at the door to see what cat's eye hole is!"

"......" Situ Qinglang suddenly wanted to punch him home, and by the way, check if Lao Huangli was too old this year, why he could see anyone if he didn't want to!

"To your old man. He Jiaming pushed the gift into Situ Qinglang's arms with a big grin, then changed into slippers with ease, and went into the living room like his own family.

Half of the Situ family was curious about who it was, and it wasn't until He Jiaming's face appeared at the door of the living room that Sweetheart and Situ Qingqing both widened their eyes in surprise.

"He Jiaming?"

"Brother Jiaming?"

He Jiaming couldn't help but boil wolf blood when she saw her sweetheart's red face, she wore a pink and ivory white stitched sweater today, and they were as tender as strawberry cream cakes, which almost made him want to stop.

"Uncle Zheng, Aunt Bai, I'll come to your house to eat dumplings. He Jiaming sat down next to his sweetheart, "My parents are in Paris for the New Year this year, and Jia Luo has played with his friend who has a ticket, leaving me alone, too lonely." ”

He noticed an unfamiliar face in the Situ family, and that person looked like a soldier brother, so his gaze stayed on him for two more seconds.

Situ Zheng didn't have any opinions, anyway, there were so many people in the family, he rarely smiled: "It's okay, one more person is just one more pair of chopsticks, there are more dumplings this year, enough for you to eat." ”

"That's good, that's good. He Jiaming sat next to his sweetheart, only feeling that half of his body was about to burn, he wouldn't say that he just wanted to come to see sweetheart, he just couldn't control himself, and he couldn't help but think about her.

**, obviously I'm a man, why don't I know how to say hello when I see my sweetheart, saying "Hi" seems to be brain-dead, and saying "Have you eaten" is too vulgar!

He Jiaming searched his stomach and planned to say hello to his sweetheart, Situ Qinglang returned to the living room and saw him sitting next to his sweetheart at a glance.

He walked up and patted He Jiaming's shoulder expressionlessly: "This is my seat, you sit next to Qingqing." ”

"......" He Jiaming's face was slightly red, and he glared at Situ Qinglang, "Be careful, Lao Tzu just sat here for a while, you look at your crooked chirp." ”。