Goyang's development is not as good as that of Seoul, but correspondingly, its living environment is much stronger than that of Seoul.

Although it was winter, the trees in the yard were still luxuriant, and the sunlight sprinkled through the leaves in the bedroom, illuminating the pure white silk quilt and the two heads that were half-hidden in the quilt.

It's eight o'clock in the morning, and the two of them are lying in bed and neither of them is up. Jiang Taizhe doesn't want to, and Han Jiaren is shy.

The two didn't sleep until late last night, and Jiang Taizhe's words completely captured the heart of the beauty.

In the end, he still didn't break through the last layer of defense, not because she was unwilling, but because he didn't want to. Jiang Tae-cheol always felt that this seemed to be too hasty, as if although the software kept up, the hardware was still a little behind.

However, except for this last step, Han Jiaren's body structure can be said to be clearly understood.

"No, it's daytime now." Han Jiaren showed her little head and looked serious.

"It was too dark last night for me to see clearly, let me take a look."

"I'll just look at it, I won't touch it." Jiang Taizhe said sullenly in the quilt.

Young people's energy is strong, and their thirst for knowledge is endless.

Although Jiang Taizhe did not take the crucial step, he can be regarded as a marrow eater, and he longs for Han Jiaren to the extreme.

"Don't, Taizhe" Han Jiaren's head retreated, and her arms seemed to be pushing something.

"Hmm" Han Jiaren muttered, her face flushed brightly, and then her head shrank and she got into the quilt.

The white quilt soon puffed up into a large bag, and the sound of Suo Suo came from inside.

"Nuna, it's so big, it's so soft."

"Don't you get it"

"Nasty"

"Not here"

Tap

Han Jiaren's hair was messy, most of her smooth shoulders were exposed in the quilt, her face was still covered with the afterglow just now, she was sweating profusely, panting lightly, and obviously hadn't eased up.

"It's all your fault." Han Jiaren cried with a hint of crying, it was almost nine o'clock now, and she was still in the bedroom so late to let her aunt think.

"My mom went out early today, not to mention that I'm here." Jiang Taizhe also sweated a lot, and as soon as the hand under Han Jiaren's neck was raised, Han Jiaren obediently lay in his arms.

Han Jiaren didn't speak again, but adjusted a more comfortable posture, lazily shrunk into his arms, and looked at Jiang Taizhe with those clear and flawless eyes.

Han Jiaren is four years older than him, and she is gentle and mature on weekdays, but at this time, she looks as innocent as a little girl.

Jiang Taizhe knew why, and an inexplicable sense of pride suddenly welled up in his heart. He wanted to hug Han Jiaren and say to those people, "Hey, your goddess, now in my arms, like a cat." ”

After all, the two of them couldn't afford to rely on each other, and under Han Jiaren's half-pushed and half-coquettish anger, Jiang Taizhe followed her into the bathroom.

One of the scenery is not enough for outsiders either.

By the time the two went downstairs, Li Meihui had already returned, sitting on the sofa reading magazines.

Han Jiaren was naturally ashamed of herself, hiding behind Jiang Tae-cheol, and even greeted Li Meihui in a submissive tone.

Li Meihui looked at Han Jiaren's face that was only a little red, and then looked at her walking pace, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Kang Tae-cheol wanted to curry favor.

What's wrong? Aren't you angry with your uncompetitive thing? Li Meihui gritted her teeth in her heart and couldn't say it clearly, so she had to glare at Jiang Taizhe fiercely.

Jiang Taizhe scratched his head and didn't think about it, Li Meihui has 365 days a year, and there are always 364 days that are abnormal.

The things needed for the Spring Festival have been bought, Li Meihui has roughly browsed the types, and the specific number needs to be verified by him.

This work has been done for many years, but this year is much easier and more enjoyable than the boring and boring of previous years.

There is a good saying that men and women are not tired of working together.

"100 Alaskan king crabs, 200 Australian lobsters, and 50 Changbai ginseng"

"Ten bottles of Chateau-Latour"

Han Jiaren took the long bill and read it down, the boss with a small mouth open, his eyes glared into copper bells, "Taizhe, these" Han Jiaren held up the bill and blocked Jiang Taizhe's eyes.

Gently pulling the paper away, Jiang Tae-cheol's fierce face appeared in front of Han Jiaren, and said to the chick in front of him in a vicious tone, "Actually, I am the son of the leader of the Korean underworld, and Seongbuk-dong, Seoul is under my control." ”

Ignoring Jiang Taizhe's nonsense, Han Jiaren leaned in and gave him a bobo.

Han Jiaren is a smart person, she knows that there are some things to ask and some things not to ask, since Jiang Taizhe has diverted the topic, then she will not mention it again.

It took some time to check these items, and Jiang Taizhe personally sorted out these things in a categorical manner, and did this qiē, Jiang Taizhe surprised the person waiting for him to come in.

"Same as last year." Jiang Taizhe didn't have the slightest emotion, and left with Han Jiaren after speaking.

Jiang Taizhe did not avoid Han Jiaren when he did this, there are some things he can't sue her, but he won't hide it.

Han Jiaren is not stupid, and has vaguely guessed something. And the most direct result of this incident was that she hugged Jiang Taizhe and had a French wet kiss.

Kissing is as addictive as smoking. And Kang Tae-cheol and Han Ga-jin felt that they had become addicts, and began to enjoy it and enjoy it.

As the saying goes, practice brings true knowledge, and tempering becomes steel. If the two of them were bronze at the beginning of their kissing level, now they are enough to be the strongest king

Although today is the thirtieth day of the lunar calendar, there are no major changes in Jiang Taizhe's family, if those red lanterns are counted.

South Korea celebrates the Spring Festival like China, but China regards the 30th as more important, and the reunion dinner and the Spring Festival Gala on that day are lively and lively. Koreans, on the other hand, regard the first day of the new year as the most important day, when they pay homage to their ancestors and visit relatives and friends.

Dinner was prepared by Han Jiaren.

When Han Jiaren heard Jiang Zhenhe say the words "You can prepare dinner today", she cried on the spot, and Jiang Taizhe finally persuaded her.

In the kitchen, Han Jiaren was cooking, and Jiang Taizhe helped out. Han Jiaren's eyes are still red, and it will take a little time for the swelling to subside.

What Han Jiaren now makes is called 'five-grain rice', which is a mixture of cloud beans, soybeans, adzuki beans, black beans and rice. There are already a few Korean-style "steamed buns" on the board next to it. The barbecue is relatively simple, and Han Jiaren has already cut the meat. There is no time to make kimchi and cake, so you can only pick ready-made.

There is a lot of food that needs to be cooked, but Han Jiaren is not only methodical but also very meticulous, which is enough to see that she really does these things often.

Jiang Taizhe put the washed rice aside, and gently wiped the beads of sweat from the tip of Han Jiaren's nose with his sleeve. Looking at her serious side face, Jiang Taizhe suddenly felt an aura called "happiness".

"Why are you still stunned, cut kimchi." Han Jiaren stomped his feet and leaned into his ear to urge.

"Listen to you." Jiang Tae-cheol obeys.

Han Jiaren brought the prepared meal one by one, and then sat down next to Jiang Taizhe. It's all there. Jiang Zhenhyuk's eyes showed a rare look of satisfaction.

Halfway through the meal, Han Jiaren opened the sake and poured it for everyone. Kang Tae-cheol first toasted his parents, and then he kicked Han Ga-in's foot under the table.

Han Jiaren was hesitating, and when he got Jiang Taizhe's signal, he simply let go, stood up and helped them fill the wine glasses, and then saluted Jiang Zhenhe and them, and offered the wine glasses with both hands.

Li Meihui and his wife glanced at each other.

Jiang Zhenhe stretched out his hand and took the wine glass.

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