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Mu Weiwei raised the corners of her mouth and smiled at him, "Goodbye." ”

"Well, goodbye." Although he wanted to spend Christmas night with Mu Weiwei, Cheng's mother had already explained that he was going home and spent Christmas together as a family.

Mu Weiwei turned around, took out the key, opened the door and went in, only then did he retract his gaze. There was a silent remark in my heart: Merry Christmas, Vivi.

Cheng Mingyu returned home, and as soon as he opened the door, Cheng's mother's voice came.

"Ming Yu, come on, come and finish your work!" Cheng Mingyu held his forehead, he knew what Cheng's mother said about his job, and it had not changed for many years - decorating the Christmas tree! But he's not a kid anymore, so why do they have a Christmas tree at home! A trace of resentment appeared imperceptibly on Cheng Mingyu's cold face.

"Ming Yu! Ming Yu! Cheng's mother's volume is getting higher and higher. He had to walk over quickly to receive the matter from Cheng's mother.

Cheng's mother waited for Cheng Mingyu to take over, and she didn't leave, dinner was ready, and she had nothing to do. Just standing next to him and looking at her handsome son.

Cheng Mingyu picked up the little bell and couldn't help but say: "Mom, I'm not a child anymore, it's not a rare Christmas tree, I don't need to get it next year."

Cheng's mother shook her head: "Christmas has to be like this to make the atmosphere up!" The festival is to have the taste of the festival. Cheng Mingyu looked around their home, it was indeed very festive, balloons, streamers, lanterns, and Christmas trees were comparable to the shops outside. It can be seen that his mother is really working hard to prepare for this festival.

Cheng Mingyu's mind turned, "Hasn't my dad come back yet?" ”

For a while, Cheng Mingyu felt a lonely breath on his mother, and Cheng's mother shook her head: "Not yet?" ”

The tone was uncertain, "I should be back soon, right?" ”

Cheng's father is a sales manager of a large department store, and every time there is such a festival, he is simply lacking in skills, and it often happens that he does not return home.

Cheng Mingyu sighed silently in his heart, I'm afraid it's hard to say this time, I feel sorry for his mother. The expression on his face is more serious, and the movements of his hands are more careful, I hope this beautiful Christmas tree can make his mother smile.

Tonight, Cheng's mother and Cheng Mingyu still waited for Cheng's father. The family sat around and enjoyed the food carefully cooked by Cheng's mother, smiling and smiling.

Such a scene can't help but remind Cheng Mingyu of the future, in every lively festival, Mu Weiwei, as his relative, will also sit together like this, talking and laughing Yan Yan, maybe he will have their cute little Bebe.

Cheng Mingyu didn't know what kind of familiar and gentle expression his black pupils revealed at this time, like the warmth of the mist, so warm that it was about to melt people.

At night, Cheng Mingyu lay quietly on the bed, the scenes he had planned flashed in his mind, and his heart was like being soaked in honey, unable to extricate himself.

He seemed to have forgotten something, and Cheng Mingyu suddenly remembered that the gift Mo Haocheng asked him to give to Mu Weiwei was still lying quietly in his schoolbag.

If you don't send it, he has already promised others. After a bit of struggle.

Cheng Mingyu bounced up from the bed and took out the gift in his schoolbag. took out his mobile phone and took a picture and sent it to Mu Weiwei.