For this new baby, Zhao Siqing is a little curious.

But he was very well-behaved, and he rarely spoke, only a pair of eyes like black round beanie, with a little indifference that did not belong to that age.

Yang Jingqiu told her that this was her younger brother, named Zhao Yancheng.

Zhao Siqing didn't know who his father was, and he never asked.

I only know that in my life for more than ten years, I have a quiet little tail to protect myself silently.

Zhao Yancheng raised his hand and gently landed on her head, comforting her without saying a word.

Yang Jingqiu glanced up at him, didn't make a sound, and continued to wrap dumplings.

Zhao Siqing felt novel, and couldn't help but lean in to take a look.

In a neat dumpling, two rows of unidentified objects like rugby balls are particularly abrupt, one by one slumped on the cutting board as if they were boneless, and gradually collapsed into an oval.

Zhao Siqing couldn't help laughing, but she felt that it was not easy for Ms. Yang to do it herself.

So praise and affirmation should still be given.

"Mom, your pie is really good."

The maid on the side couldn't help laughing, but Yang Jingqiu's movements paused.

She looked up at Zhao Siqing and said slowly, "Mom knows that you like to eat." ”

Zhao Siqing: ......

She doesn't want to eat it, such dumplings will definitely fall apart when cooked.

After Zhao Yancheng took a shower and went downstairs, he glanced at the two servants sitting beside Yang Jingqiu and didn't make a sound.

Similarly, the two of them were swept away by his gaze, and they were also keenly alert.

The atmosphere was tense for a few seconds, and then quietly relaxed.

In the end, at dinner, Yang Jingqiu's broken dumplings all entered Zhao Yancheng's stomach, and Zhao Siqing symbolically ate two in order to appease Yang Jingqiu.

As for Yang Jingqiu, well, she didn't eat any of them because she was too disgusted.

*

The sound of firecrackers outside the window is incessant, and the house is brightly lit.

The Spring Festival Gala on TV was singing lively, and a layer of slow steam was filling the window.

Zhao Siqing's gaze softened a little.

This seems to be the home that she has envied countless times.

But after many years, she finally understood.

Only when you become a warm and happy person will your home become warm and happy.

Not long after, Huo Jingchen's phone called.

Zhao Siqing looked a little dazed, counting the first call he made to her since the last time they met at the annual meeting.

Zhao Siqing got up and went back to the room before waiting until it was quieter to pick up the phone: "Mr. Huo, Happy New Year." ”

Huo Jingchen: ......

A sentence of Mr. Huo choked back Huo Jingchen's original words.

After a while, he said in a deep voice: "I miss you." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound, just listened to his shallow breathing.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Siqing asked softly: "Do you want to celebrate the New Year's Eve together?" ”

Huo Jingchen's voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "Do you want to straddle me like this?" ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, then reacted, and his little face instantly burned crimson: "Huo Jingchen, I haven't seen you for a few days, you are becoming more and more shameless." ”

He chuckled, as if he was in a good mood.

He actually had so much to say, but when it came to this, he couldn't say anything.

He thought it would be better to hear her voice.

"What are your New Year's wishes?" Huo Jingchen stood on the balcony, lit a cigarette, and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Siqing thought about it, but didn't come up with anything for a while.

Now, her only wish is that those who hurt Xiaoxi back then can be punished, and no matter how much, it seems that they no longer dare to hope for extravagance.

His deep voice came from the microphone again: "Is it good to be Mrs. Huo?" ”