Originally, on the way back, the person who went to bed without watching the Spring Festival Gala was Song Xi, but as soon as he entered the house, Ren Lina said casually: "This year's Spring Festival Gala is quite interesting."

Song Xi immediately answered, "I would also like to watch the Spring Festival Gala."

Without waiting for George Sheng to take her into the room, she sat directly on the sofa in the living room. She looked serious and could not see that she was drinking too much. George Sheng felt funny in her heart. She secretly said to him: "Help I pour a cup of strong tea."

I really can't stand it without tea.

The day of the Spring Festival is a day when the phone is constantly ringing. Ren Lina has answered three New Year calls before reading a sketch. She took her phone to the balcony and occasionally heard her speaking in Cantonese.

Qiao Aiwen also answered several overseas calls from the United States and sat on the sofa to speak English.

Song Xi adjusted the phone to vibrate, and it rang for a while, all with New Year greetings.

As for George Sheng's cell phone, it rang a lot in a hurry. He picked it up and saw that it was the WeChat "Quan Demon Flurry" that started to make noise again.

Song Xi was also in the group, looked down a few times and couldn't help laughing.

George Sheng whispered: "Let's not mix with them. You can't learn anything."

Song Xi said, "Chang Jingle and Jiamin just want to teach me to learn badly."

George Sheng turned his head to look at her: "Do you want to learn badly?"

Song Xi looked at the handsome face of George Sheng that was close at hand, suddenly raised an arm, hooked his neck, and took the initiative to kiss him, which perfectly explained what is beautiful and uncontrollable. .

Qiao Aiwen was sitting on the chaise couch behind her, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of her, raising her hand as if to block her, frowned and said, "Oh, what are you doing? I'm still a child."

George Sheng said in a low voice, "Go back to the house and call."

Qiao Aiwen made a ‘cut’, put on her slippers and said as she walked: “If you have a wife, forget your sister.”

There were only two of them left in the living room for the time being. George Sheng pressed him over to kiss her. Song Xi stretched out his hand to his chest, tilted her head back, and languidly pillowed on the sofa, smiling slightly: "Don't make trouble."

George Sheng looked itchy, staring at her bright and moving face, and asked again: "What did your dad say?"

Song Xi laughed: "Guess."

George Sheng said, "Don't guess, I will see him in person tomorrow."

Song Xi asked, "What if my dad disagrees?"

George Sheng said: "Anyway, we have received the certificate. We are legal. Whoever wants to dismantle will have a reputation for moral corruption."

Song Xi's eyes narrowed slightly: "So you are such a person."

George Sheng said: "I can be worse, do you want to watch?"

Song Xi was angrily: "Oh~" His face flushed while speaking.

George Sheng raised his eyelids: "What are you doing?"

Song Xi glared at him, as if he had done something to her by playing a rogue.

With innocent eyes, George Sheng asked, "Where did you want to go?"

Song Xi picked up the pillow next to her and stood in front of her. Maybe she was too active in thinking, but she didn't blame her, it was alcohol.

Ren Lina came out from the balcony and saw George Sheng and Song Xi sitting on the sofa and tugging. George Sheng was her son, but in addition to when he was very young, he would coquettishly ask her for things. No, he has always been mature and calm beyond his own age. Many times she felt that he was calm and almost indifferent, with less smoke.

But just a quick glance, she actually saw the two robbing a cushion, and George Sheng also had a little smile on his face.

The sun came out from the north.

Seeing Ren Lina, Song Xi immediately sat down and called auntie.

Ren Lina said: "Supper will be prepared at noon. I will eat dumplings at night. The fillings are ready-made. I will make them now and have dinner at twelve o'clock later."

Song Xi immediately stood up when he heard the words: "No need, Auntie, I'll go bag."

Ren Lina is also rare and kind: "Sit down and watch TV, I just go."

Song Xifei said she was going, and finally George Sheng stood up and said to Ren Lina: "I'll go with her."

George Sheng went home over the years, and the number of times he passed through the kitchen was limited, not to mention entering the kitchen. Ren Lina was particularly surprised. She led the two to the kitchen and took out four fillings from the refrigerator, one of which was shrimp.

"Xiaowen said that Song Xi likes to eat shrimp, I asked someone to prepare a shrimp meat."

Song Xi's heart was particularly moved, and the corners of her lips curled up and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

With a smile on her face, Ren Lina repeatedly asked if the two of them were really okay. Song Xi almost patted her chest to make sure that when Ren Lina was gone, George Sheng looked at her and said, "You can make dumplings?"

Song Xi pressed her plump lips, blinked, looked up and said, "I can eat dumplings."

The two of them were the only one in the huge kitchen. George Sheng finally gave up his restraint, hugged her, bent down to kiss her, Song Xi closed his eyes and became sleepy, but his tongue could not help but cater to him. For a long while, George Sheng raised his head first. , Said in a low voice, "Go home after eating."

Song Xi was confused and looked up at him: "Didn't you live here these days?"

George Sheng’s precious jewel-like pupils were naked and aggressive, his thin lips opened, and he said solemnly: "I don't want to bear it anymore, go home and do business."

The boat in Song Xi's heart was rolling on the top of the waves, swaying and swaying, trying to restrain the restlessness, she said softly: "Your mom expects you to go home and live for two days all year round. Why are you embarrassed to leave at night? go?"

George Sheng stared at her unblinkingly: "We will leave in the second year of the junior high."

Song Xi said: "You can stay a few more days, anyway, it's a holiday recently."

George Sheng said solemnly: "Don't bargain with me, believe me tonight..."

Song Xi hurriedly stepped forward to hug him, and interrupted aloud: "Okay, let's make dumplings first."

George Sheng stood still, deliberately cold: "You are arguing for a bag, bag yourself, I watched."

Song Xi raised his head and looked at him blankly and said, "I don't know how to do it, you teach me."

George Sheng lowered his gaze. Two seconds later, "Call my husband."

Song Xiqiao blushed, wrinkled her nose slightly, and said in a low voice: "Husband~"

George Sheng said: "Speak louder."

Song Xi went out: "My husband!"

George Sheng's bones were crisp, and he couldn't help kissing her. He turned around and warned her not to seduce him casually.

The big kitchen is brightly lit, George Sheng is standing, Song Xi is sitting on a chair, poking his head on him, watching him hold dumpling wrappers in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand to pick stuffing...

"So, will it happen?"

"You pack another one."

George Sheng wrapped five or six consecutively, and Song Xi still said: "I didn't understand it, you wrap one more."

George Sheng remained silent, but suddenly looked up at the kitchen door: "Mom."

When the voice fell, Song Xiteng stood up from the chair, holding dumpling wrappers in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and said without looking back: "Let it go, I'll do it."

George Sheng put down his chopsticks and watched Song Xi pretend to be decent. After a long while, Song Xijue was quiet and weird behind him, and turned his head to see that there were no people or ghosts.