"Inheritance depends on strength, and people who are really capable are not afraid of other people's words."

Huang Duoduo's tone was much softener, "Change the topic less, give you a chance, explain, what's going on with Monet?" ”

"Hmm...... I do have a good impression of that girl, as for when it started, even I don't know, how can I give you an early ventilation? ”

Her eyes lit up, "So, the relationship hasn't been decided yet?" ”

"Soon, what I Xing Zhaoyang want to do, how can I not do it?"

"Hehe, don't be too happy. Do you know what people think? ”

A rare touch of arrogance crossed his face, "Who am I?" Xing Zhaoyang! ”

Huang Duoduo poured cold water on his head, "Not everyone buys your account, didn't people recognize you at the beginning?" I don't care about this thing in the circle at all, you Xing Zhaoyang is an ordinary person in her eyes. ”

"yes, that's what I want."

Duoduo was slightly stunned, as if he understood why he was tempted.

Being flocked to by fans all day long, in the midst of bubble-like nothingness - this is the true portrayal of Xing Zhaoyang in the past two years.

It's easy to meet a person who can treat him like an ordinary person, with life, bumps, firewood, rice, oil and salt, which is precious to Xing Zhaoyang at the moment.

"Since there is a deal, you must have seen the reporter's face, what is his name?"

Huang Duoduo was very vigilant, "What are you going to do?" Revenge or anything like that. ”

"Don't worry, try not to use your mouth for things that can be solved with your hands."

"You?!"

"Okay, just kidding, tell me the name of the reporter, I always feel that this matter is not very safe, and I have to completely destroy the news before it is released."

"I dealt with this reporter when I entered the industry, and the news of many artists in the company was communicated from him, and he has been following the rules, so there should be no problem."

"Having said that, but ......" is about Monet, and he is really not at ease.

"I'll send you his phone later, okay?"

――――

When I was a child, I was looking forward to the New Year all the time, because I could have a lively family reunion. The parents of the Bai family uphold the entrustment of the older generation, no matter what worries they have, they must have a good New Year.

Only a happy year heralds the harmony of the next 360 days.

So every Spring Festival, the Bai family only laughs and has no sorrow, which is also the most relaxed time for Monet since he was a child.

Awakened by the second brother's call, Monet rubbed his eyes, and the first thing he did was to read the recipe.

In normal times, I may be able to show my skills and cook a few more good dishes, but today I really can't, my right hand is wrapped into a mummy, and I can't use it at all, and all I can do is cold dishes.

You can't eat cold dishes on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, right?

It's tangling, there's new news.

Monet opens Viess and sees a familiar avatar.

Xing: Chinese New Year's Eve rice - braised pork, noodles.

Mo: Dumplings should be eaten for Chinese New Year's Eve.

Xing: Then you can do it.

Mo: Did I say that your family had Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in the past?

Xing: Then go to your house.

Mo:......

Yesterday, Huang Duoduo's expression when he entered the door Monet didn't see it, although she was free, it didn't mean that she didn't mind.

Because of this, she couldn't sleep all night, and she didn't fall asleep until she finally finalized her relationship with Xing Zhaoyang.

As for this characterization - neighbors, neighbors who have had a little bit of physical contact.

In this case, it is impossible to celebrate the New Year together after all, so Monet decided before going to bed: I still have to spend the New Year by myself.

Listening to the knock on the door, she quietly looked at the door mirror, and saw that it was Xing Zhaoyang who immediately held her breath. I couldn't help but regret it: why didn't I just tell him when we were chatting in the morning that I had already arrived at my parents' house?

Say it now?

Isn't that three hundred taels of silver here?

Xing Zhaoyang pressed it for five or six minutes and went back.

Monet, however, was still not at ease, and insisted on observing for a while, making sure that the door was not opened again, and then he was a little relieved.

The moment he turned around, he was dumbfounded......

The guy who was still ringing the bell outside his door just now is calmly and calmly going down from the balcony, opening the floor-to-ceiling window and walking this way.

The door mirror buckle behind him is still open, it is impossible to open his eyes and talk nonsense, Monet can only stand on the ground and stiffen.

As for Xing Zhaoyang, he was patting the dust on his hands, "It seems that the balcony is also quite easy to walk, and I will take this road in the future." Save the effort of opening the door with your injured hand. ”

The corners of Monet's mouth twitched, when did Xing Sanyu learn to be so understanding, and he would even help people find the steps down, "I...... I slept too deeply, just heard the doorbell come out and you're gone. ”

"Hmm." He didn't react much, and calmly went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

There is no doubt that the method of climbing into the house from the balcony and making an invitation is strong and effective. Monet finally obediently followed Xing Zhaoyang back to prepare dinner.

Chinese New Year's Eve rice is not sumptuous: braised pork, noodles, enoki mushrooms with cucumbers, pork trotters in sauce.

The first two are Xing Zhaoyang's specialty dishes, and the last two are made by Monet with one hand. Of course, Xing Zhaoyang was forced to be his deputy.

Before the start of the Spring Festival Gala, Monet received a message from his eldest sister. I cared about her injuries and asked how the year was going.

mentioned that she had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at Xing Zhaoyang's house and was about to tell him about it, Bai Zhiwen replied:

Don't talk about that just yet, wait a few more days. I want to be more secure.

Xing Zhaoyang put down his chopsticks and looked at Monet who was holding his mobile phone in a daze: she was really white.

easily changed her name in the address book to four words: "White Monet"

Maybe he slept too badly last night, or maybe the Spring Festival Gala was too boring, Monet looked at it and fell asleep on the sofa.

Turning out the woolen blanket, Xing Zhaoyang covered her slowly, and carefully tucked the quilt corners, taking advantage of her quietness, it was the first time to look so closely and so carefully.

When she closes her eyes, her eyes are slender, and her thick black eyelashes are curled and upturned, which makes people can't help but play with them. His face was also smooth like a piece of white tofu, and he was about to pinch it, but he paused and scraped the tip of his nose instead.

Monet was sensitive, even when sleeping.

Sensing the strangeness of the tip of her nose, she moved her nose and snuggled her mouth, moving like a child.

When he opened his eyes, it was already the next morning, and Monet sat up from the sofa and looked around, stunned......

When did she relax like this in someone else's house?

With no one around, Monet breathed a sigh of relief and heard footsteps behind him.

Xing Zhaoyang was walking this way with noodles, "Awake?" Let's eat noodles. ”

Why are you embarrassed to eat noodles?

“…… I'm sorry, I was so sleepy yesterday. ”

"Yes, the fireworks and firecrackers outside are so noisy, you should be the background music."

It is recognized by the Bai family that she sleeps, this is not unexpected.

"I won't eat breakfast, hehe, I'll go back first."

If you don't leave, your face really can't be hung up.

Xing Zhaoyang didn't hold back, and as soon as he put down his face, the phone rang, and the ringtone was still very urgent.