Cheng Yanqiu is back.

At this moment on Chinese New Year's Eve, I finally rushed back.

He set the largest fireworks in advance, and at the most suitable distance, set off her own splendor for the wind chant.

"I'll come back to accompany you for New Year's Eve."

Cheng Yanqiu's voice came out of the mobile phone, and Feng Yin experienced a sour nose for the first time.

I was so touched.

"Well, wait for me."

Feng Yin got up from the recliner with his hands and feet, grabbed a coat in his hand, put on his shoes and ran out.

Inside the elevator, Feng Yin knew for the first time what it was like to be in a heartbeat for someone else.

She likes Cheng Yanqiu, but she likes it very calmly.

Such a heartbeat has never been seen before.

Throb.

That's right, it's throbbing.

As soon as I hear that person's voice, my heart involuntarily accelerates, as if it is a preference, a preference, a presumption that beats only for him.

With a ding-dong, the elevator door opened, and the throbbing face appeared.

"Qiuqiu!"

With a sound of Qiuqiu, the wind roared in one step in front of Cheng Yanqiu's eyes, and hugged Cheng Yanqiu without hesitation.

Cheng Yanqiu doesn't understand Feng Yin's enthusiasm, but he will never refuse.

Arms outstretched, taking Wind Groan into his arms.

The heart is full.

The two of them were silent, hugging each other at this moment at 0:00 on New Year's Eve.

Cheng Yanqiu hugged the person he was thinking about with satisfaction, his nose moved slightly, as if he smelled a little wine.

Wind groaning, drinking?

Could it be that it is the blessing of alcohol that makes Feng Yin so enthusiastic, and even a little soft and dependent.

"How did you get back?"

Feng Yin drank very well, and she let herself get drunk.

The two of them stood in the foyer, the temperature here was naturally not as good as that upstairs, and the slightly cool air made that little bit of drunkenness gradually dissipate, and the wind whispered the rational brain gradually returned.

Cheng Yanqiu immediately understood one thing, the amount of wine in Fengyin should be very good.

The drunkenness in the small plan cannot be implemented.

"Just arrived, but luckily I just caught up."

Catch up with you for New Year's Eve.

Although New Year's Eve is not such an important day in China, after all, we have to cross the Spring Festival once.

But in the hearts of those who have a heart, every festival is a moment to show their preference for their lover in the open.

Cheng Yanqiu is definitely implementing it personally.

"No wonder the pulse is so messy."

I don't know when, Feng Yin held Cheng Yanqiu's pulse.

Cheng Yanqiu glanced at Feng Yin with some weakness to make sure she wasn't particularly angry.

"I was wrong, forgive me. I miss you! ”

Cheng Yanqiu was coquettish.

Should I say it or not, Cheng Yanqiu is a big man, tall and long, although he is thin, he is not as thin as a dried monkey.

His thinness gives people a cold and noble feeling.

Such a cold and noble character is not a little abrupt when she is coquettish, but it is a feeling that the immortal has entered the mortal dust.

"Wrong——- what are you going to do to make up for it?"

Feng Yin was naturally not really angry, and the words he said had a seductive sense of charm.

Every word tightened Cheng Yanqiu's heart.

He, isn't he thinking too much?

Have you been practicing push-ups lately? Is your mind getting worse and worse?

Why, when Feng Yin said a word, so many inappropriate pictures appeared in his mind.

Feng Yin looked at the stupid Cheng Yanqiu, thinking to himself that his meaning was not obvious enough?

It must be so.

Since the implication is not obvious, it is better to make it explicit.

Feng Yin can do what she wants, she has always been very bold, she stood on her tiptoes, and her red lips approached Cheng Yanqiu's ear.

Boom, Cheng Yanqiu's face turned red.