"Go on TV, the party is about to start." Even the old man felt a strong ambiguity, in order to create a good condition for his grandson to love Qingqing and me, he got up and left the dinner table, and touched his grandmother when he left, the meaning is self-evident.

Grandma smiled and pulled Huanhuan away, they were really two empathetic old men.

The warm wine became more and more embarrassed.

Yan Lu leaned back to the dining table and chairs leisurely, but he had a good expression.

Wen Jiu had no choice but to pick up the spoon and scoop a mouthful of rice to Mr. Yan's mouth. When I looked so closely, I noticed that there was a dimple on his cheek.

This dimple is usually almost inconspicuous, but it suddenly appeared at this time, because Mr. Yan gritted his teeth, and was holding back a touch of pride in his heart, and finally found an opportunity to raise his eyebrows and turn over to be the master, which felt really wonderful.

The beauties around her are as soft as snow and have ten slender fingers.

Mr. Yan turned his head to look at the beauty, and Shi Shiran took the spoon, "No, I'll do it myself." "I just want to see if she has this intention, so I can really let her feed it.

Wen Jiu couldn't help but glance at her, it turned out that he was deliberately teasing her.

Yan Lu suddenly felt in a trance, and in this eye, he realized the meaning of coquettishness and intimacy. He was satisfied with a bowl of claypot rice, which was delicious.

"Anything else?"

"Yes." Wen Jiu got up and took his bowl and brought him a bowl, and when Yan Lu took the bowl, he inadvertently touched her fingers, and his heart trembled slightly. It's not that I haven't shaken her hand and held her hand, but the light touch just now seems to be different from the previous times, and there is a strange feeling.

After eating, Wenjiu cleaned up the table, and Yan Lu got up to help bring the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen.

Mr. Yan was so conscious and spontaneous when he was injured, which really surprised Wenjiu. Obviously, this is a man with "great promise" and deep potential to be tapped, and Wenjiu is deeply pleased with the results of his day's training.

turned on the water heater, Wenjiu put on an apron and began to wash the dishes, but Yan Lu didn't leave, standing silently beside her.

Wenjiu looked up at him curiously, "What's the matter?" ”

"Good work, Xiexie." After speaking, Yan Lu turned around and left.

Wen Jiu couldn't help laughing, Mr. Yan thanked him, why did his face turn red?

"Xiao Wen, I'll wash the dishes and chopsticks tomorrow morning, come and watch TV." Grandma went into the kitchen and asked the warm wine to watch the party.

"I'm almost ready to clean up. Grandma, go watch TV, I'll be here in a moment. ”

Grandma looked at the neat kitchen and praised it in her heart. This girl's hands and feet are really sharp, and she will clean up after a while.

After finishing the warm wine and coming to the living room, Yan Lu moved to the side, the meaning was obvious. But Wenjiu ignored him and sat directly next to his grandmother.

Mr. Yan was first disappointed in his heart, and then inexplicably became angry.

If he hadn't waited for her, he would have gone upstairs to look at the computer, and would he still watch the Spring Festival Gala here?

What's angry is that he was injured, she hung him aside and ignored him, didn't even look at him, and talked happily about the show with his grandmother, smiling like a flower, whose girlfriend is this.

After Mr. Yan endured it for a while, he couldn't bear to stand up and grabbed the warm wine with his toothpaste hand, "You go upstairs for a while." ”

Wenjiu said to his grandmother, "I'll come when I go." ”

Yan Lu led her upstairs and closed the door.

"What's the matter?"

Yan Lu stretched out his toothpaste hand, "Photo." ”

Wen Jiu couldn't help but smile and looked at him seriously: "Will grandma give me such an important photo?" ”

The word "important" is meaningful, and there is a clear smile in his bright eyes.

Yan Lu: ""

was deceived by her again.

Wen Jiu smiled and turned around to go downstairs.

"Wait."

Wen Jiu turned around and asked, "Anything else?" ”

Yan Lu was stunned and said coldly: "It's okay." ”

"Then I'll go downstairs and watch the party."

"What's there to see, what to do, what to do." Yan Lu snorted in displeasure, walked behind the desk and turned on the computer.

He never watched the Spring Festival Gala in previous years, but for some reason, this year he was a little absent-minded, listening to the faint sound of the TV downstairs, he couldn't calm down.

The bedroom upstairs suddenly has a lonely smell like snow.

Wen Jiu and his grandmother sat together, talking and laughing while watching the party, when suddenly the light and shadow on her side dimmed, and a tall figure blocked the light, and then, Yan Lu sat beside her.

Wen Jiu asked curiously: "Don't you like to watch the party?" ”

Yan Lu didn't say anything with a cold face, put his hands in his pockets, frowned and looked at the TV, looking like he was barely looking down.

After a day of getting along, Wenjiu was used to Mr. Yan's awkwardness and inexplicability, so he didn't care about his strangeness and continued to talk to his grandmother.

After watching it for half an hour, Yan Lu once again felt that the party was ugly, and he actually sat here all the time and didn't leave, what was the reason, Mr. Yan didn't want to delve into it.

Wen Jiu was talking to his grandmother when his arm was suddenly touched by Yan Lu.

"I'm thirsty, you pour me a cup of tea."

Yan Lu looked at her steadily, obviously in a commanding tone, but there was an expression of grievance and neglect on his handsome face.

Well, for his sake, do me a favor.

Wen Jiu smiled and asked, "What kind of tea do you drink?" ”

Yan Lu got up and walked to the wine cabinet, stretched out his toothpaste hand, and pointed to one of the boxes.

When he took out the warm wine, he saw that it was Chen Pu and smiled: "I also like to drink Chen Pu." ”

Yan Lu sighed quietly, if you have similar interests or hobbies, it would be better.

Wen Jiu brewed the tea, brought it to the coffee table, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, Wen Jiu saw that it was his friend Ruan Shu's phone, so he got up and walked to the side to answer.

"Happy New Year Nguyen Shu!"

"Happy New Year, dear!" Ruan Shu is also the voice of the Spring Festival Gala.

As soon as Yan Lu heard the word "Uncle Ruan", his first reaction was that it was a male uncle, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but gradually, he felt that something was wrong, the conversation between Wen Jiu and this Uncle Ruan was not the tone of the juniors and elders at all, and looking at that expression, it was even more sweet and happy.

He suddenly thought that there was a time when Ji Lan graciously invited him to the beauty salon to take care of his skin, because his little girlfriend jokingly called him Uncle Ji. So don't think that "uncle" is a real uncle.

Yan Lu unconsciously bracked his ears to hear what she said, but unfortunately, the distance was a little far, and she deliberately lowered her voice, and he could only see her soft side face, smiling like a flower.

Looking at the beauty under the lamp, it is always extraordinarily pretty, and the warm wine sits on the high chair next to the restaurant, with straight legs, beautiful lines, and a slender neck, slightly lowered, reminiscent of an elegant white swan.

This phone call lasted for 40 minutes.

Yan Lu walked back and forth between the bathroom and the living room seven times.

The old man couldn't help but ask, "Do you have diarrhea?" ”

"Nope. Drink too much water. Yan Lu picked up the teacup and took a few sips, staring at the TV, it was really ugly, and he didn't know what he was playing.

Finally, the call was over, and Wen Jiu walked over lightly.

Yan Lu looked at her face steadily, trying to see something from her expression, but unfortunately, Wen Jiu's expression was always cold, and he didn't see anything.

Yan Lu frowned, a little angry, and what was even more infuriating was that she actually sat down next to her grandmother again and ignored him again.

Sitting on two sofas, for a full ten minutes, without even giving him a look, can this still be like a person in love?

Yan Lu was depressed for a while, endured it for a long time, and took the opportunity to get up and pour tea, walked to the sofa where his grandmother was sitting, and sat down next to warm wine. Then pretend to be casual and ask lightly: "Whose call?" ”

"My good friend."

A good friend called Uncle Jojokingly.

Yan Lu suddenly made up a handsome and dashing mature man in his early thirties.

He picked up the teacup and swallowed the tea, trying to wash away the knot that was blocking his heart.

Before he could suppress this depression, Wen Jiu's mobile phone came with another text message.

Wen Jiu smiled and began to text messages, coming and going, more than a dozen times.

Or is it that uncle? Yan Lu wanted to ask but couldn't speak, so he was so suffocated that he was about to hurt himself.

He pulled out his phone in his pocket, it was empty.

In the past few years, there were also many friends who texted New Year's greetings for the New Year, or the kind of ready-made jokes on the Internet, he generally did not reply, and gradually everyone was fresh, and they didn't engage in those vain things, they should be friends and they wouldn't break off because they didn't send text messages for the New Year, they shouldn't be friends, and they wouldn't become friends because of a New Year's message.

For example, he has always been friends with Haode Ji Lan, Shang Jingtian, and Rong Qian, who are usually fine, and don't even call each other, but once something happens, he will definitely stick a knife in both sides.

There are not many friends, but three or two confidants are enough.

Mr. Yan's high-minded and arrogant style led to the whole night, even his grandparents' mobile phone text messages rang non-stop, and his mobile phone was always in an empty, lonely and cold state.

In previous years, he never felt that there was anything wrong with this situation, and he was pure and comfortable. But this year, with warm wine beside him, he felt a little embarrassed inexplicably, and hoped that his mobile phone would ring to show that he was also worried about someone.

However, there was no quiet sound on the mobile phone, and even Yu Qianqian didn't come to harass her.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, Mr. Yan was a little excited, he didn't know who the owner of the rescue was, but he took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that it was a text message from 9.

He immediately raised his eyes to look at the warm wine, she was holding her cheeks and watching the TV, with a thin smile on her lips, elegant and beautiful.

Two people are sitting together, what can't be said directly, but they still have to send a text message?

Could it be something that is hard to say?

The heart that has always been arrogant and indifferent actually pounded a few times.

The slender fingers stained with toothpaste clicked on the text message in a reserved and elegant manner.

"Mr. Yan, your popularity is so bad~~~~~"

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