Terrace?

What do you do on the terrace on a big night?

Pei Yun walked out of the bedroom lightly, climbed onto the terrace, glanced left and right, and saw a little candlelight flickering under the grape trellis in the corner of the terrace.

Puzzled, she rounded the corridor and saw a figure sitting at the vine table on the side of the trellis.

Light gray home decoration, hair is slightly damp, and it looks a little messy......

The candlelight painted the man's delicate side face with a faint golden glow.

The man sitting at the table is still handsome, and he adds a bit of lazy sexiness that he doesn't usually have.

On the small table, candles flickered in glasses, and next to them were two glasses of red wine, in addition to fruit and dessert, and a steak.

Her eyes fell on the steak on the table, and she subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Uncle, are you looking for me?"

"Sit!"

Tang Mo raised his chin towards the empty chair near the steak.

She walked over and sat down at the table.

Tang Moshen pushed one of the glasses of wine to her hand, picked up another glass and stretched it out in front of her.

"Happy Holidays!"

In his opinion, the day when the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet is not a festival at all.

However, she thought that he would accompany her.

This guy can't be quietly checking what day it is, right?!

Pei Yun smiled lightly, took the cup, and touched him gently.

"Happy Holidays!"

Bringing the wine to his lips and taking a sip, Tang Moshen lowered his glass.

"Knowing you haven't eaten, eat something first."

Let's just say that there is only one copy, it turned out to be for her.

"Then you're welcome!"

She smiled and grabbed the cutlery and ate unceremoniously.

After a busy day, I was exhausted after a few surgeries, and I tossed around at night until now, and my stomach was already empty.

After eating the steak, have dessert, and eat a few pieces of fruit...... The empty stomach is finally satisfied.

Holding the red wine glass, Pei Yun raised his face lightly to look at the sky.

"Uncle, shall we go sit on the swing?"

Tang Mo sank up and sat on the swing with her, Pei Yun leaned over and rested his head on his shoulder.

"When I was a child, my grandmother always said that when I sat under the grape trellis during the Chinese Valentine's Day, I could hear the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl talking. Once, I really had to go under the grape trellis to listen, and I ended up biting into a big bag. Later, it rained, and my grandmother said that it was the tears shed by the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl......"

Speaking of which, her nose couldn't help but feel a little sour.

The Cowherd and Weaver Girl can be seen once a year.

She waited ten years to see him.

A large hand was warmly placed on her shoulder.

She looked sideways and saw a man with a gentle gaze in the flickering candlelight.

"Homesick?"

Where is she homesick, she misses him!

Raising her arms around his neck, she leaned sideways against his chest.

"Uncle, I won't quarrel with you again in the future, every time I quarrel with you, I feel so uncomfortable."

Isn't he the same?

Tang Moshen tightened his arms and hugged her tightly, raised his big hand, and helped her comb her messy hair behind her ears.

"Yes!"

Leaning on his chest for a while, Pei Yun lightly lifted the cup and met his gaze with a smile.

"To the only king in my heart, cheers!"

Tang Moshen didn't touch her cup, just looked at her with a frown.

"Gifts!"

"Gifts?" Pei Yunqing deliberately pretended to be stupid, "What gift?" ”

The man's body leaned over, danger looming.

"My gift!"

"How do I know about your gift?!"

She smiled evilly and tried to escape, but he grabbed her waist and fell back into the swing, the red wine glass she was holding in her hand was crooked, and the small half glass of wine was spilled on her body.