Seeing Ming Lao's appearance as a child, Yan Qingcheng was amused: "Master, I'm afraid that your appearance as a master will be disillusioned." ”

"Hmph."

Ming Lao snorted arrogantly: "The old man relies on strength, what do you care about?" ”

was so interjected by Ming Lao, Yan Zhong's brows were not so wrinkled.

Although there was poisoning, but this meal was still enjoyable, Yan Qingcheng couldn't help but want to thank Wu Yulian and them, at least now it is not with them to be virtual and snake, to be able to eat this important Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with the people he cares about, the mood is not ordinarily good.

Originally, tonight was going to keep the New Year, and elders like Yan Zhong were completely useless, but Yan Zhong drank too much, and the more he chatted with Ming Lao, the more speculative he became, and the two of them sat on the side and put their hearts on the side.

Yan Qingcheng smiled helplessly, although Song'er was from Ming Lao, she also called her, so she asked Xunyin to bring the things prepared in the morning to pass the time from the hairpin garden.

What Xunyin prepared was just some rope and some foil to tie the purse and make some flowers close to the eyebrows.

Yan Chengcheng had never done this, and he really watched what Yu'er did, but those white and tender hands were not as flexible as developing drugs, and he was very clumsy and slow to learn Yu'er's movements.

Seeing that Yan Qingcheng's brows seemed to be wrinkled together, Yu'er couldn't help but sneer, and said teasingly: "The slave maid still thinks that Miss's hands are omnipotent, for fear that if a fairy descends to earth, she will disappear sooner or later, but now she is finally relieved." ”

"That's why you dare to laugh at me like that."

Yan Tingcheng coughed dryly, his face was a little hot, he picked up the yarn that he had finally typed and shook it in front of Yu'er and Xunyin, turned his head and asked Yan Zhong: "Grandpa, look at the yarn I played, is it good?" ”

Yan Zhong squinted his eyes and looked over, smirking as Yu'er and Xunyin expected: "Xiao Chengcheng is really good-looking." ”

Yu'er and Xunyin covered their faces silently, even if the young lady wanted to ask, she should go to find a fair person, look, the general's face was full of favoritism towards his own young lady, and the young lady was embarrassed.

Yan Qingcheng shook his rope a little proudly: "I can do anything." ”

Fortunately, the previous owner wouldn't have this, otherwise wouldn't he be exposed?

Putting the veins away, Yan Tingcheng continued to hang his head and cut the flowers, unconsciously, the red candle lights gradually weakened, Yan Tingcheng also felt a little sleepy, Yu'er who was cutting flowers on the side raised her head and said softly: "Miss, don't you rest, the time has passed, and it can be regarded as a year." ”

There are too many things happening on Chinese New Year's Eve, it is normal for Yan Qingcheng not to rest well, tomorrow is the first day of the new year, Yan Qingcheng still has to be busy.

Yan Chengcheng put down the things in his hand and turned his head, Yan Zhong and Ming Lao seemed to be unable to stand it, and fell asleep on the table one by one.

"Uncle Li, Uncle Zhao, I have to trouble you to help move Grandpa and Master to the bed."

Yan Chengcheng is a little funny, fortunately, the warm pavilion outside has always been cleaned up, otherwise I really don't know where to arrange Ming Lao.

When Yan Tingcheng returned to the hairpin garden, it was almost ugly, and before he stopped, a figure came in through the window, Yan Tingcheng heard the movement, paused slightly, and then turned around.

"Did you drink tonight?"

The man's voice seemed to be a little annoyed, when Yan Tingcheng was talking to Yan Zhong just now, he was coaxed by Ming Lao to drink a few glasses, Yan Tingcheng was a little surprised how he knew, but he still couldn't resist being tired: "Well, you go back quickly, I'm tired today." ”

Qin Moxiao didn't know whether Yan Qingcheng was really pretending to be crazy and stupid, or pretending to be deaf and dumb, and his face couldn't help but darken: "Today's Chinese New Year's Eve, I came over after dealing with things, you are this attitude?" ”

"Lord Wang, it's getting late."

Yan Tingcheng sighed: "Even if you want to say something, it's better to wait until tomorrow, I really don't want to say half a word now." ”

Qin Moxiao gritted his teeth, the box he was holding in his hand was eager to throw it away, and he did catch a glimpse of an ugly and unspeakable man, who was gently shaking on the bed because of the wind he brought, as if he was mocking.

"Where's the rope?"

Qin Moxiao twitched the corners of his mouth, pulled off the string with his hand, and was about to continue to reason with Yan Chengcheng, Yan Chengcheng got up without a bone, and his face was full of fierceness: "Give it back to me!" ”

"What are you doing so fiercely?"

Qin Moxiao's hand that was about to throw away the rope was quietly retracted: "What are you doing hanging this in your room." ”

"What does it have to do with you?"

Yan Tingcheng only felt annoyed, it was the first time he had done something for his daughter's family, and before he had time to show off, this guy actually ran away!

Qin Moxiao seemed to understand something, and seeing that Yan Qingcheng was about to jump out of bed, Qin Moxiao took a step back directly, raised the veil in his hand, and a slight smile appeared in the corner of his eyes: "You did this?" ”

Yan Tingcheng knows what she is doing, but I'm afraid that if she makes a piece of shit, Yan Zhong will also say that it looks good, but this is her debut after all, so she can't bear it!

"It seems to be."

Qin Moxiao put the Luo Zi in his hand and looked at it with interest, looking at this ugly Luo Zi, the smile on the corner of his mouth continued to expand: "Look at it, it's not bad." ”

Yan Tingcheng was slightly stunned, and then began to swell continuously, tilting his chin: "That's natural, don't you hurry up and give it back to me." ”

Qin Moxiao tied the rope around his waist with a smile: "Since you made it for me with your own hands, I naturally have to wear it on my body all the time." ”

Yan Qingcheng looked at him in amazement: "Are you sick?" ”

Qin Moxiao frowned: "The girl's family, say these vulgar words." ”

Yan Qingcheng closed his eyes and suppressed his anger: "You give me back what I have." ”

"Since you gave it to me, where can I go back?"

Qin Moxiao placed the wooden box he had been holding on the table: "Not long ago, I saw that there were not many beautiful hairpins for you, so I specially made such one for you." ”

Do?

Yan Qingcheng didn't react for a while, but Qin Moxiao left directly.

This man is sick!

Yan Chengcheng gave such a definition very seriously and affirmatively, but his body involuntarily walked over and reached out to pick up the wooden box.

The box is a sandalwood box, and it also exudes a faint fragrance, as well as ...... The scent of ink on his body, Yan Qingcheng's face was slightly hot.

The box is engraved with delicate patterns, not to mention that this box is put on the market, and it is definitely not a small price to be able to take.