Chapter 2490

When Xinle got home, it was almost early in the morning.

Another spring festival for one person.

Looking at the empty rental house, Xinle breathes out a little, goes to the kitchen to boil water, takes a picture of her own twisted dumplings on the table, and then sends them to her mother.

Finance Director: how ugly!

Little princess: Mom, this is the first show of your daughter's dumplings. It's true. If I buy it, you can read me. If I make it myself, you can also read me.

I'm the Prince: wait, I'll show you my mother's bag. I'll throw you a few blocks.

Political Minister: Lele, have you really decided? 】

Xinle had a little meal. The water on the gas stove was steaming hot. She picked it up and put it down on the keyboard, but she didn't know what to type.

Has it been decided?

If there is no decision, why choose a person in the field of lonely new year?

[little princess: Dad, mom, I can't let him go, really. 】

after typing these words, Xinle's tears have fallen on her mobile phone.

What can she do? She's desperate, too.

But she really can't let go ~

whether she is cheap or stupid, she can't go against her true feelings.

When the water boils, Xinle wipes her tears and puts her mobile phone on the glass platform. Then she starts to make her own ugly dumplings one by one. She also cries and sends a circle of friends when the new year comes. The picture is the dumplings that her mother dislikes.

When Xinle's dumplings came out of the pot, the wechat group began to move. First, shuianluozai's sisters sent a red envelope, and then Qiao yaruan's. Xinle received the red envelope with a smile, but did not intend to send it.

[Xinle: This is your red envelope to comfort single dogs!

Shui'anluo: shit, twice the best luck. Xinle, are you going to hang up this year?

Qiao Yaran: the legendary EQ is frustrated.

Xinle: Yes.

Xinle: Anluo, are you ok?

Shui Anluo: it's OK. It's rare that my parents-in-law have come down for dinner today. Chu Ni Yi is watching the Spring Festival Gala with them, but I don't know how to spend the Spring Festival Gala when elder martial brother is on duty in the hospital?

Qiao Yaran: let me show you the pictures of our Spring Festival Gala. When do you take the child away? The two people are quarreling with each other so much that Feng Yingdi has a big opinion. He doesn't sleep with him these days.

Shui an Luo

Shui Anluo: my son is quick. He will get married when he is 18 years old. I will be a grandmother after 15 years. I'm still very excited when I think about it.

Qiao yaruan

Xinle: ha ha ha ha

Xinle: sympathize with Feng Yingdi. 】

when Xinle was laughing at the soft dumplings and tears were streaming down her face, her door was knocked.

Xinle looked up and saw that it was 11:30 and half an hour before the year passed.

Who will come at this time?

Xinle put down her cell phone, got up and walked to the door, "who?"

There was no movement outside the door. Xinle gave a slight pause. Did she have a hallucination?

Xinle asked again, but no one answered. Xinle thought about it and didn't plan to open the door. After all, she lived alone here.

Xinle turns back to eat dumplings and chat.

[Shui Anluo: what are you doing? There are still half an hour to celebrate the new year. My mother-in-law is also watching the Spring Festival Gala with my father-in-law this year. It's really strange.

Qiao yaruan: it's more strange that you insist on watching the whole Spring Festival Gala.

Shui Anluo: I don't want to either. Isn't brother Chu going to accompany me? He wants to send me a red envelope with my mobile phone. Ah, I forgot to pull you in. What should I do? Brother Chu finished sending out more than 50000 bags.

Qiao yaruan: mend!!!!

Xinle:!!!!!! Supplement]

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