Chapter 2171： It's new year

Chapter 2171 A new year

Wen Jin couldn’t help but said, “I don’t even dare to move over if they say so.”

"A Jin is still not a brother?" Gu Kai asked, turning his face.

Out of the corner of Wen Jin’s eyes, he saw Jing Xiaocha coming up from the stairwell, cast him a ‘what you said’, and said to others, "Sell those kids to go downstairs to eat."

took the lead to walk towards Jing Xiaocha.

Mo Xiuchen and others looked at Wen Jin's leaving back, and they all agreed that they had seen Wen Jin wrong before.

This guy is definitely a colorist and a friend.

"How come up?"

Wen Jin came to Jing Xiaocha, raised his hand to pin the strand of hair that fell on her cheek behind her ear, and asked gently.

Jing Xiaocha glanced at Mo Xiuchen and the others not far away, and said to Wen Jin in a low voice, "Sisters and sisters laughed at me, so I came up."

Wen Jin moved his eyes slightly, looked at her slightly flushed cheeks, and suddenly smiled, "Go, I'll accompany you downstairs."

Gu Yan did not attend this year’s New Year’s Eve dinner.

The reason is that he is old and does not want to mix with them. In fact, he took advantage of the Spring Festival holiday to travel.

Without the elders like Gu Yan, a group of young people really played even more crazy.

Fortunately, Mo Xiuchen’s restaurant is big enough and the dining table is big enough to fit such a large group of people.

At the table, as the host, Mo Xiuchen took the initiative to serve everyone. When he poured wine to everyone, Wen Jin prevented him from pouring Xiaocha, "Xiaocha doesn't drink cold, she drinks boiled water."

Mo Xiuchen poured red wine for some of their beauties. Hearing Wen Jin’s words, he frowned in confusion, “Isn’t Xiaocha only allergic to white wine?”

This kind of thing, the gentle reaction from the side is still quick, and he gently pulled La Mo Xiuchen's sleeve, and said with a smile, "Since Xiaocha can't drink cold, then I will pour Xiaocha a glass of boiled water."

"Of course, you sit down and I will go."

Wen Jin immediately stopped Wen Ran, his voice fell, and pulled the chair away from the seat.

When Mo Xiuchen turned his head to meet Wen Ran's eyes, he instantly understood something.

Across Jing Xiaocha, continue to pour An Lin.

It is possible that women are more sensitive to this kind of thing than men. As soon as Wen Jin said those words, not only Wen Ran, but also Bai Yiyi, Bai Xiaoxiao and An Lin were the ones who understood.

Looking at Jing Xiaocha's eyes, I couldn't help but feel a little more ambiguous.

So Jing Xiaocha blushed again, with a thin face, until Wen Jin held the boiled water and put it in front of her, she lowered her head and did not lift it up.

Before everyone knew that Wen Jin took Jing Xiaocha very good care. Before Jing Xiaocha went abroad, when they ate together, Wen Jin would also give Jing Xiaocha some dishes.

But tonight, everyone looked at Wen Jin’s care and consideration for Jing Xiaocha, and they realized that Wen Jin used to be good to Jing Xiaocha. Compared with now, it is nothing short of it.

It turns out that whether it is a man who is passionate, indifferent, or gentle, it is the same when love comes.

Of course, Wen Jin is not the only one to take care of others at the table.

A few other men also took good care of their wives. Of course, the young Zi Yi is most commendable.

His care and meticulous care for Qingqing is not inferior to any big man here, especially when picking a fishbone for Qingqing, Zi Yi looked at it carefully.

"Brother, you eat too."

And Qingqing is not only a girl who only knows to enjoy, but doesn’t care about people.

No matter what dishes Zi Yi puts for her, she will not finish it alone, but eat some by herself and feed Zi Yi some into his mouth.

Zi Yi never disliked her being dirty, even if it was stained with Qingqing's saliva, he did not dislike her eating it.

Thinking of their joke just now, An Lin took the peeled piece of fish to Qingqing and asked with a smile, "Qingqing, go home with Mom and Dad tonight. You have lived at Brother Ziyi's house for a year, and you should be at home with Dad next year. Mommy."

Qingqing's mouth was stuffed with fish, and she looked up at An Lin who was talking, and shook her head without thinking, "No, I want brother."

"Auntie An, Sister Qingqing lives well in our house, she won’t be used to it if you take her home."

Zi Yi's original action of picking up vegetables stopped, and the handsome little face lifted up looked serious.

An Lin blinked, "Really? If my sister goes home with us, are you used to Zi Yi?"

"I'm not used to it, so let Sister Qingqing live in my house. I will take care of her."

Zi Yi generously admitted that he has become accustomed to sister Qingqing by his side, and if she goes home, he will really not be used to it.

Wen Ran glanced at An Lin with unknown meaning, as if she was saying: How is it? Qingqing, now we belong to our family, can you still pick it up?

An Lin pouted her lips very depressed, as if sending Qingqing to the Mo Family was a wrong decision.

"Mom, don't be angry."

Qingqing saw An Lin’s expression in her eyes, her tender voice, speaking words of comfort.

After finishing speaking, he used a spoon to scoop up a piece of fish in the bowl and feed Xiang Anlin, "Mom, eat fish."

An Lin smiled again, and touched Qing Qing's head lovingly, "Qing Qing be good, you eat by yourself."

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It was a group of people who were going to spend the night, but after twelve o'clock, they dispersed.

Because I drank wine tonight, Mo Xiuchen asked Qingfeng to send Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha home.

Before arriving at Wen's house, Wen Jin asked Qingfeng to stop the car. He and Jing Xiaocha came down and took a walk home.

The early morning night is not deserted.

The flashing neon has the breath of the Spring Festival, and there is a sound of fireworks from time to time. Even the night breeze tonight has more warmth than usual.

Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha walked with their fingers intertwined, even if no one spoke, they felt happy and at ease.

"Xiaocha, are you sleepy?"

Wen Jin rolled her eyes and asked gently.

Jing Xiaocha gently shook her head, with a gentle smile between her brows and eyes.

The gentleness in Wen Jin’s eyes condenses, "Since we are not sleepy, let's go to the cemetery later."

"Cemetery?"

Jing Xiaocha is slightly surprised.

"Yeah." Wen Jin nodded. When he went to the cemetery this morning, he didn't take Jing Xiaocha with him. He went there alone.

"Didn’t you go to see your uncles and aunts this morning?"

Wen Jin turned around and locked Jing Xiaocha's eyes with the dim street lamp, "I went alone in the morning, and you didn't. Now I want to take you to see my parents."

The reason why he went alone in the morning was to take her there now.

"Then why are you in the morning?"

Jing Xiaocha asked inexplicably, thinking of last year’s New Year’s Eve, she quietly followed him to the cemetery, some kind of speculation flashed in her mind.

Wen Jin lifted up her big big palm and gently stroked her, with a slightly cool face, passing the temperature of her palm to her, "It's a new year now, and I want to tell my parents on the first day of the new year. I will not be alone anymore."

'I won't be alone anymore.' When Jing Xiaocha's ears heard the words, the heart hurt inexplicably.

(End of this chapter)