When Song Heng laughed, his whole temperament softened.

The little girl leaned back, and her little feet in slippers swayed.

She was also wearing cotton pajamas and pajamas, and as she moved, a delicate ankle was exposed under the pajamas.

Su Fei's cheeks bulged: "It was originally so!" ”

She snorted.

In Song Heng's dark eyes, the smile gradually deepened.

…

and Li Shiyou's plan to travel was finally shelved.

Li Shiyou and their families have their own arrangements, and Su Concubine can only express regret about this.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Song Heng gave the maids at home a holiday, and the cook waited for the Chinese New Year's Eve meal to be cooked.

The whole house became empty in an instant.

There are more than a dozen dishes on the table, most of which are Su Fei's favorite food.

The little girl was picking up the rice in the bowl, and her expression became dazed as she ate.

I don't know what's going on in the real world.

Will her parents also eat this Chinese New Year's Eve dinner?

001: [No]

The system silently brushes the sense of existence: [The speed of time flow in the two worlds is different, maybe after you return to the real world, only a few minutes have passed there]

Hearing this, Concubine Su narrowed her eyes slightly.

Then he chuckled and ate unhurriedly.

"Isn't it unappetizing?"

Song Heng gave Su Fei some food, "If you don't like it, I'll go to the restaurant and order one." ”

"No." The little girl held the bowl and shook her head in confusion, and then she showed a sweet smile, looking very soft, "I like it very much." ”

"That's good."

Song Heng had a smile in his eyes.

In fact, there is nothing for him to celebrate the New Year.

The former Song family was made miserable by Tang Lingnuan.

Even the Chinese New Year is in the midst of intrigue.

And now, there is no Tang Lingnuan at home, no Song Yan, and no Song Xu.

On the contrary, the Song family has a delicate little girl.

In Song Heng's view, the current atmosphere is better than that of the previous ten years.

After eating the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Song Heng took out a red envelope from his pocket.

Under the surprised gaze of the little girl, he handed it over.

Song Heng smiled at the corner of his lips, he lowered his head, his eyes were very focused: "New Year's money." ”

"For me?"

Su Fei was a little surprised.

"Of course." Song Heng's voice was a little hoarse, "This is the first time I've given a red envelope to someone, you can't refuse." ”

There was only one junior in Song Yan's family before.

Song Heng and Tang Lingnuan don't deal with each other, and naturally they don't deal with Song Yan either, how can they prepare red envelopes.

Moreover, he is the same generation as Song Yan, so there is no need to send red envelopes to Song Yan.

The New Year's money given to Su Fei is the first time in his life that he has prepared a red envelope.

He smiled, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrow bone, revealing a wrist bone in his hand that looked unusually thin.

- During this time, Song Heng lost a lot of weight.

Su Fei took the red envelope, even if she didn't open it, she could feel the weight of the red envelope.

She was suddenly a little silent, and looked at Song Heng a few times, but she couldn't see anything.

The curly eyelashes cast a shadow on the blindness, and the little girl pursed her lips slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a few seconds, the little girl smiled sweetly.

She blinked, and her black and white eyes clearly reflected Song Heng's figure.

"Thank you, brother, happy new year, brother."

"Happy New Year, concubine."

Song Heng raised his hand and slowly landed on top of the little girl's head.

After a long time, he smiled lowly: "Go up." ”