After lunch, Feng Chen received a call from Wen Mei, saying that he did not go back for the reunion dinner on Chinese New Year's Eve, and asked him to go back for dinner today.

should be afraid that he would take Song Zhiyue with him again, and he deliberately emphasized that he should go back alone.

Feng Chen didn't say a word after listening to it, and hung up the phone directly.

In the afternoon, Feng Chen gave Aunt Xiao a holiday and asked her to go home for the holidays.

In the evening, Song Zhiyue made the rice balls by hand, and there were quick-frozen rice balls in the refrigerator, but she felt that today's festival would have an atmosphere when she ate the rice balls she packed.

Feng Chen did it with her, and when he looked up, he saw that Song Zhiyue's face was dyed with flour, a bit like a little flower cat, and he raised his hand and rubbed her with his sleeve.

Song Zhiyue shrank his neck: "I'll wash it later, and I'll get your clothes dirty." ”

The black sleeves were stained with flour, which was very obvious, but Feng Chen didn't care at all: "It's okay, you wash it anyway." ”

During the Spring Festival, Aunt Xiao was not there, and the dry cleaner was not open, his clothes were very expensive, and she was afraid that the washing machine would be damaged, so she was always washing by hand.

"Don't you know that you feel sorry for me?" Although Song Zhiyue's tone was a little resentful, he still maintained a sweet smile on his face.

Feng Chen said matter-of-factly: "Why didn't I feel sorry for you? Every time you say no in bed, when have I forced you? ”

Song Zhiyue glared, the dust at this moment was still the same as usual, his face was cold and unsmiling, and that sentence didn't seem to come out of his mouth.

The TV in the living room was on, the sound was very loud, it was the Lantern Festival party, and it was festive inside.

After eating the Lantern Festival, the two nested in the sofa to watch the party.

She took the nuts and stuffed them into Dust's hand, and asked Dusty to peel them for her.

Feng Chen suddenly said: "This year's Chinese New Year's Eve and Lantern Festival should be the most meaningless one you have ever had. ”

On Chinese New Year's Eve and Lantern Festival in the countryside, firecrackers and fireworks will be set off, there will be temple fairs, there will be neighbors visiting the door, and relatives and friends will be visited, which is indeed very lively.

Every year the Spring Festival is spent like that, and she doesn't think it's interesting.

Although this year is a little cold, it is not meaningless, but it is the most meaningful one.

She hugged his arm and rested her head on his shoulder: "Who said it was meaningless, as Mrs. Feng, I was accompanied by Mr. Feng for the New Year, and I was happy to dream at night." ”

Feng Chen fed the peeled nuts to her mouth: "Yueyue, I'm sorry, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had a stiff relationship with the family." ”

Just now he saw her take her mobile phone to the balcony, she should have called home, but she came in less than two minutes, looking a little lost, it should be Song's father and Song's mother didn't answer her call.

Song Zhiyue chewed the nuts in his mouth and said with a light smile: "So, you have to be kind to me in the future." ”

Feng Chen nodded: "I will be good to you." ”

"I'm going to eat it again." She was soft and coquettish, and her flattering touch on the corner of her lips.

Feng Chen's eyebrows were raised, and he continued to peel her, feeding her to her mouth every time she peeled it.

And Song Zhiyue was chatting with Su Wansheng with her mobile phone, and as soon as the thing came to her mouth, she naturally opened it and ate it into her mouth.

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Liang Weirong was excited when she received the call from Feng Chen, and she dressed up for two hours before going out.

She was earlier than the agreed time, and there was no one in the restaurant, so she sat by the window, asked for a glass of water, and waited for the dust to be sealed.

Feng Chen came over from work, sat down opposite her, looked at her carefully dressed, and frowned slightly.

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