He Jiaming was about to go back to his home, Situ Qingqing and his sweetheart both persuaded him to eat dumplings with everyone, after all, he was idle at home alone, and he was lonely during the New Year.

Although Situ Qinglang was reluctant, he didn't say it directly, He Jiaming had already emphasized that he no longer had those thoughts about his sweetheart, and as a young man who grew up together, he shouldn't kill He Jiaming.

couldn't resist the soft grinding and hard bubbles, He Jiaming had to go back to Situ's house with his sweetheart to eat, at 23:40, Bai Ting boiled the dumplings, and the sweetheart helped on the side.

At 0:00, the steaming dumplings were served on the table, and a large family, together with Meng Feng and He Jiaming, sat in front of the TV to toast, drink, eat dumplings and taste small cold dishes, and the lively atmosphere made the New Year's flavor more and more full.

Sweetheart's little face is flushed, she can finally spend the New Year with her family!

Just thinking about it, my heart was sweet and sour, and the mixed feeling made her almost cry.

As if seeing through the love in her heart, Situ Qinglang pinched her little hand and put it in his palm, gently comforting it.

Because it was early in the morning, the dumplings were considered supper, so everyone ate a few bites to set off the atmosphere, sweetheart cleaned up the table, Situ Qinglang helped her clean the dishes, and men and women were not tired of working.

Situ Zheng asked Bai Ting to assign a guest room to everyone, because it was late, everyone didn't have to go back, and He Jiaming and Meng Feng were also left behind.

Qinglang's previous room was not locked because it was inconvenient for the small couple to live, so his room was assigned to He Jiaming, he and his sweetheart lived in the first room on the left hand side of the stairs on the second floor, next door was Qingyue and Su Rong, diagonally opposite was an empty room, and the innermost was Situ Zheng and Bai Ting.

On the left hand side of the stairs on the third floor is He Jiaming, next door is Qingqing, opposite is Qingfeng, and next to it is Meng Feng, who sleeps in the guest room.

After a day of trouble, everyone was sleepy, and there was a bathroom in the room, so everyone went back to the room and got ready for bed.

Situ Qinglang rolled onto the bed with his sweetheart in his arms, and the sweetheart hurriedly pushed him and said, "You be quiet, don't let the eldest brother hear it, they are next door!"

Situ Qinglang kissed his sweetheart's little face fiercely, a pair of big hands were very restless, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't you think it's exciting?"

"What are the stings and stings, you're crazy!" Sweetheart instantly turned red in her little ears, turned over, and resisted Situ Qinglang's torture with her back in the future.

She was really tired, she yawned, groggy and didn't cooperate much, although Situ Qinglang really wanted to do something, but seeing that her sweetheart couldn't open her eyes, she had to give up.

The lights in the Situ family's mansion dimmed one by one, and after two hours, the whole house fell silent.

At three o'clock in the morning, the entire Beiting compound seemed to fall into the calm and peace of the first day of the new year, but a flashlight beam shook around, breaking the sleeping military family courtyard.

One of the patrolmen at the sentry was draped in a heavy military coat, and the aimless light of a flashlight in his hand was enough to show his inner turmoil and uneasiness.

He walked from the front of the building to the back of the building, and finally stopped at the door of Situ's house, shone through one window after another, and then cautiously approached, listening carefully to the movement in the room.

After a while, he confirmed that there was no noise in the room, and then he took out the walkie-talkie and whispered inside: "Coyote Coyote, my side is in place, my side is in place." ”

After a short rustle, the other party said, "Understood, bat, let's go." ”