Chapter 273

Fu's old house in Beijing

Fu Chen walked out of the room with his mobile phone. The cold wind swept the thin snowflakes, and the air cooled into the bone marrow. He called twice before the other party got through.

"Hello -" song Fengwan pinched his cell phone tightly, and his face seemed to be dyed with a layer of brilliant color.

"What's the matter?" Just now I said to go upstairs and get the charger. It's been more than ten minutes.

Song Fengwan had no choice but to falter when he bumped into his mother and Yan Wangchuan. "... suddenly something happened and delayed a little time."

"It's all right?" Fu Chen asked for verification.

"It's nothing." Song Fengwan didn't know how guilty he was at the moment.

After a few words of conversation, fireworks suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by the sound of firecrackers throughout the night sky. Fireworks and firecrackers were banned in the urban area of Beijing. Fu Chen could only hear song Feng's voice on the phone, the Spring Festival Gala in the living room, and the loud sound of gongs and drums.

"Late, late." Fu Shen raised his eyebrows.

"Well?" Song Fengwan hid in the bathroom to avoid the sound outside.

"Open the window."

"What?" Song Feng was a little confused in the evening, so he obediently went to the window

At this moment, in front of her house, fireworks are gorgeous, colorful fireflies light up the night sky instantly, a bunch of golden fireworks light up, bang bang, there is a brief "Happy New Year" in the air.

"Late, happy new year." Fu Shen's voice was low and leisurely.

Song Fengwan looks up at the night sky, and the gorgeous fireworks light up her face. "Happy new year, third brother."

"I miss you..."

His voice was low, echoing in her ears, with a long aftertaste.

"Well, I miss you too." In the late Song Dynasty, the ears were red.

Five or six minutes after the fireworks had burned out, song Fengwan closed the window and went downstairs to say happy new year to Mrs. Yan.

At the moment, not far from Qiao's villa, Qianjiang stood in the open space and sneezed.

It's just to protect song Fengwan and report her itinerary. If she can't go home on New Year's Eve, is he still responsible for setting off fireworks?

**

On the other side

Fu Sinian drove all the way to the downstairs of the apartment. Most of the people living in the software park were from other places, and there were only a few people who had lights on in the whole community. There was a sense of lifeless decline.

He just saw someone setting off fireworks on the roof of the unit building where he lived from a long distance, and he saw that it was Yu Manxi's room when he was closer.

She was lying by the window with light on her back. She couldn't see her face clearly. She could only see something in her hand, facing the sky. Every few seconds, fireworks broke through the sky, and the other hand was holding a fairy wand.

Fu Sinian reached for his glasses and looked up at the 16th floor. He was good at entertaining himself.

The neighborhood is very quiet. When Yu Manxi hears the sound of the car, she looks downstairs. She only blames Fu Sinian's Jaguar for being too eye-catching and too wild. She recognizes his car at a glance and is stunned.

When the fireworks in her hand burned out, she didn't even wear any clothes. She ran outside with her slippers and waited for more than two minutes at the elevator entrance. Looking at the rising floor, her heart raised her voice until the elevator reached the 16th floor. When the door opened, she almost didn't rush past.

"... how did you come back?" Her teeth trembled.

"Something's forgotten." Fu Sinian's heart never beats when he lies.

"Is it?" Yu Manxi moved to the side to let him come out.

"Yes?" Fu Sinian picked his eyebrows.

"Not yet."

"Do you want to eat?" Fu Sinian mentioned the convenience bag in his hand.

Yu Manxi was stunned and nodded, "eat!" She reached for it, still a little embarrassed, "well... Would you like to come to my house for a while?"

Fu Sinian didn't say a word and followed her into the room.

The windows were wide open, and the sulfur and nitrate smell of fireworks filled the whole room. Yu Manxi closed the windows, opened the indoor ventilation system, and asked Fu Sinian to sit down.

Nian Nian was lying on the sofa when he heard Fu Sinian's voice and got up to ask him to hold him.

Fu Sinian looked at her room. There were a few lucky words and a few pairs of Chinese knots in the room, which also had a festive atmosphere.

Yu Manxi packed the fireworks into the room and took out the lunch box packed by Fu Sinian. From the package, she knew that it was not packed by the hotel. Her fingertips were trembling and her nose was sour.

"And dumplings. You need to make them yourself." Fu Sinian bowed his head and said carelessly.

"Is this dumpling made by your family?" Yu Manxi's teeth trembled.

"It's made by my mother, and it's made of cabbage. My father likes the taste."

Yu Manxi nodded, "help me thank auntie." She took the lunch box and went to the kitchen.

She

I've never eaten dumplings made by my mother in my life.

Yu Manxi hasn't cooked the meal yet. The clock has already struck twelve o'clock, and firecrackers are ringing outside. All kinds of fireworks rush to the sky and make the night sky colorful. She looks at the living room and says, "Happy New Year..."

Fu Sinian is looking out of the window. The sound of fireworks engulfs her voice.

The software park belongs to the suburb. Fireworks can be set off in this area. The sound lasts for half an hour intermittently. Yu Manxi has already warmed up his meal and called Fu Sinian several times, but he doesn't seem to hear it.

She had to walk in and try to get closer. As soon as she passed, Fu Sinian, who used to stand at the window to watch the fireworks, suddenly turned around. The distance between them was so close that if he took a step forward, he would directly bump into his arms.

"What's the matter?" Fu Sinian held the cat in his arms and squinted at her.

"... do you want to eat?" So close, the strange smell of his body came on his face, and he had to drill into her body.

"What?" Fu Sinian bent down and didn't seem to hear clearly.

"I said," do you eat? " Yu Manxi suddenly raises her face and her eyes are opposite

The tip of his nose gently rubbed against his chin, as if there was an electric current, and both of them trembled.

"No, you eat." Fu Sinian then left.

Yu Manxi's face turned red. Wentun had to move to the table, while Fu Sinian sat back on the sofa with the cat to watch the party.

When she finished eating, the Spring Festival Gala was drawing to a close. The last routine was "unforgettable tonight". She ate a lot today. It's not that the food of the Fu family is delicious. It's her last ten years

For the first time, she was accompanied on New Year's Eve.

When she gathered up her things and went back to the living room, she found that Fu Sinian closed his eyes, half hung his head, and leaned against the sofa pillow. He looked sleepy and tired.

"Mr. Fu?" Yu Manxi crept over and called him softly.

There's no response. It's like falling asleep.

She picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. The whole room was silent, so quiet that she could hear his even breathing and his heart beating.

She put her hands on her knees and bent down to look at him.

Black, slightly sideways, the jaw line is very beautiful, the glasses on the bridge of the nose slide a little, the eyelashes are slender, the neckline zipper goes down a little, you can clearly see the sexy Adam's apple and clavicle

She got closer and closer, breathing slowly and steaming.

If the heart beat a drum, it trembled violently. Every time it seemed that she would break her ribs, maybe only at this time could she dare to be so unscrupulous.

She could clearly see every outline, every corner, every radian of his face, and even the sound of his slow breathing could be clearly heard.

She felt very hot, her eyes fell on his thin lips, and her throat stirred with tension.

To his

She has a kind of indescribable obsession. She wants to be closer and closer

Warm soft lips, gently fell on his lips, he was very warm, lips

It's soft.

There was a faint smell of tobacco, and all the touch of her body seemed to condense in one place. With a strange sense of numbness, her ears were red, and she suddenly left.

"Aim -" the little kitten lying on Fu Sinian's leg suddenly barked twice.

Awakened the sleeping man.

Fu Sinian read Yu Manxi's information last night and stayed up all night. On New Year's Eve, the whole family was there. He didn't have the reason to sleep during the day. He didn't sleep for two days and one night, so he was naturally sleepy.

It's just that he's always wary of people. He didn't expect to fall asleep here.

He looked down at his watch. It was more than one o'clock in the morning.

"I should go back." Fu Sinian put the kitten on the sofa.

"I'll see you off." Yu Manxi put on her down jacket and was ready to go out.

Fu Sinian didn't say a word. She sent him downstairs.

"Happy new year." Yu Manxi smiles brilliantly at him.

Fu Sinian nodded and pushed open the door under the apartment. Light snow fell to the ground and stepped on it. The sound of crushing was a little harsh.

Yu Manxi just stood at the door and watched his car go home.

It was nearly two o'clock when Fu Sinian got home, and the Fu family were almost asleep. Only his mother and Fu Yi were cleaning the table. Watching him come back, they were slightly surprised.

"How did you come back?"

Fu Sinian frowned, "shouldn't I come back?"

What do you mean by that? Should he stay out for the night?

**

first day of the lunar year

According to the custom of Yuncheng, every family gets up early to eat dumplings. Song Feng doesn't get up until about 8 p.m. and goes downstairs. Unexpectedly, the person making dumplings is actually old lady Yan.

"Granny Yan." Song Fengwan ran to help, "my mother hasn't got up yet?"

Joe Aiyun always gets up early and never sleeps in.

"Maybe I was too tired yesterday." The old lady was overjoyed.

Song Feng coughed twice in the evening, but she was not too tired. Yesterday, the bed was shaking all night. She was so worried about the sudden collapse of the bed.

It is reasonable to say that people of this age can't be so upset.

Song Fengwan fell asleep yesterday wearing headphones listening to music and brushing micro blog. I don't know what time those two got yesterday.

After breakfast, Song Feng went out with the old lady for a walk in the evening. When he came back, it was more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still no movement in the room.

At three or four o'clock, Yan Wangchuan went downstairs.

"Happy new year, uncle Yan." Song Fengwan is watching the replay of the Spring Festival Gala.

"Well." Yan Wangchuan's voice is hoarse. Even if he is wearing a turtleneck, he can't hide some scratches under his neck, and even the corners of his mouth are bitten.

Song Fengwan picks his eyebrows slightly.

So intense?

"My mother..."

"She's tired. Don't disturb her."

Song Fengwan's face is red. Why does Mao feel a little complacent when he says this?

"And dumplings." The old lady pointed to the kitchen, "is Ai Yun coming down for dinner?"

"No, she's still sleeping." Although Yan Wangchuan looks as usual indifferent, voice slightly up, can not hide the good mood.

"You are really..." the old lady lowered her voice, "don't be so cruel, but also be restrained."

Yan Wangchuan pursed his lips.

"If you don't eat or drink all day, you can't stand it. It's not a young man. You should learn to be moderate and keep flowing."

water flowing out in a trickle takes a long time to exhaust?

Yan Wangchuan nodded, "I understand."

When he went into the kitchen to cook dumplings, he had time to turn on his mobile phone. All kinds of blessing messages almost burst his mobile phone, most of them from ordinary partners. Yan Wangyi replied and caught a glimpse of Fu Shen's message. He hesitated for a moment and dialed him back.

Fu Chen is now in the club and Duan Linbai and other small gathering, received a phone call, some surprised.

He would hardly take the initiative to contact himself, "Hello, Mr. Yan."

"Well." Yan Wangchuan staring at the boiling hot water, holding dumplings, one by one into the water.

"Happy new year. It's hard for you to call me."

"I just saw your message and didn't reply in time. I'm sorry."

Fu Chen sent the message at 0 o'clock yesterday. It's been more than ten hours. He slightly raised his eyebrows and specially called himself to apologize? It's not like his style.

"Nothing." Fu Chen chuckled and couldn't help muttering that he was busy from night to the next afternoon.

"Aunt Yun hasn't eaten yet. I'll cook for her and hang up first."

Fu Shen was silly.

He called himself on purpose?

It's not a show off. What is it? What do you have to do with him!

It's amazing.

A few people on the side looked at Fu Shen's face turning white and green, but Duan Linbai couldn't see it. The erlengzi was still eating oranges, and the others were slightly surprised.

Who in the world can make Fu Shen angry?

He's also a character.