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Chapter 78 Chapter 79
On February 2000, 2, Hanqiao ushered in the first New Year's Eve of the millennium.

The mobile phone "buzzed", and many people sent text messages for New Year's greetings.

There are actors who collaborated in "Little Li Fei Dao", and there are also people whom he met during the "Swordsman" training. Han Qiao replied earnestly, and those who were close to each other called for New Year's greetings.

8: 30.
Han Qiao nestled on the sofa and put down his cell phone.

This New Year's Eve was originally agreed to spend with grandpa and aunt. I never thought that I would be too busy with work, but grandpa and aunt also called early to go to the United States to reunite with their children. In the future, they may spend less time in China.

Han Qiao sighed a little.

Walking to the window, thousands of lights outside, family reunion, fireworks blooming, lively.

Han Qiao was alone, but he also prepared a lot of ingredients. On New Year's Eve, of course, he had to eat hot pot.

Busy in the kitchen, the phone buzzed. Han Qiao opened it and saw that it was Hu Jing's message.

Before Han Qiao sent a New Year's message, Hu Jing only replied at this time: "Happy New Year."

Thinking of asking Hu Jing to teach Jia Ling, Han Qiao decided to get closer: "Teacher Hu. Happy New Year."

Shichahai Hutong.

When Hu Jing saw the text message on her phone, she gritted her teeth angrily. She was alone in Yanjing, and she didn't know how to cook.

The happiness is all theirs, all I have are cookies.

Smelling the scent wafting from the alley, Hu Jing couldn't help sending text messages to complain: "The cruelest thing in this world is having no food to eat."

In Yuyuantan, Han Qiao watched as the hot pot bottom boiled, and the hot bottom of the pot was gurgling and steaming.

I ordered some with chopsticks and tasted it, it was not bad.

Authentic Chongqing hot pot only has two flavors, spicy and hemp, with garlic, and everything else is a cult.

The phone buzzed, Han Qiao read the text message, Hu Jing is so miserable?

"Mr. Hu, I have hot pot here. If you don't mind, can you come over and try it?"

Hu Jing hesitated when she received the text message.

She had only met Han Qiao once, and it was night again, but she looked at the biscuit in her hand and made up her mind: "Address."

Han Qiao sent Hu Jing the address.

Before Hu Jing went out, she sent a message to her best friend Zeng Li: "Xiao Lizi, I have something to do now, if I don't call you before eleven o'clock, remember to call the police for me."

After sending the text message, Hu Jing sent the address given by Han Qiao.

Almost instantly, Zeng Li called. Hu Jing picked up the phone. Zeng Li was a little annoyed: "Hu Jing, today is New Year's Eve, what are you going to do?"

Hu Jing glanced out the car window: "My friend invited me to dinner."

Zeng Li chuckled: "My friend, I think it's Han Qiao."

Hu Jing was a little flustered, so she calmed down: "Why did Han Qiao invite me to dinner?"

Zeng Li nestled comfortably on the sofa, her nasal voice was a bit heavy: "Then why did he invite you to dinner?"

Hu Jing smiled: "You don't talk to me, it's not him at all."

"The two armies are fighting, and the marshal ran to the enemy's camp on a snowy night. This battle, it doesn't matter if we don't fight it." Zeng Li sang with a playful accent.

Hu Jing laughed and scolded the crazy woman, then hung up the phone.

In the acting department of the 96th grade of Chinese opera, Zeng Li is the most popular, her personality is neither competitive nor robbing, and she is gentle. Only those who are familiar with her know that this girl is also crazy in private.

It was not very far from Shichahai to Yuyuantan. Hu Jing got out of the car and shivered from the cold.

After walking a few steps, I arrived at the gate of the community, and saw a figure standing at the gate.

Hu Jing was a little scared, on this New Year's Eve, and it was snowing heavily, who would be okay standing at the gate of the community.

Tightening her clothes, she tucked her head into the down jacket hat, and Hu Jing rushed in with her head down.

Walking to the gate of the community, Hu Jing felt her heart pounding, and she felt a little regretful, why didn't she keep her mouth shut.

"Hey, is it Hu Jing?"

A clear male voice came.

Hu Jing looked back, under the dim lights of the neighborhood, the man was handsome and dignified, with outstanding temperament.

It's Hanqiao.

Han Qiao looked at Hu Jing covering his head and rushing in, a little wanting to laugh, walked up to Hu Jing and said hello: "I'm afraid it's a little late now, let's go, I'm ready."

When Hu Jing saw Han Qiao, she didn't panic anymore, her flirtatious instinct made her raise her head slightly: "Yeah."

The two walked side by side in the heavy snow, and Han Qiao looked for a topic: "Mr. Hu, are you also alone in Yanjing?"

Han Qiao has grown taller this year.

Hu Jing compared with her eyes, and felt that Han Qiao should be 178 cm. In the dimly lit neighborhood, Han Qiao felt very safe, so Hu Jing couldn't help leaning towards Han Qiao.

The shadows of the two people elongate on the snow.

Seeing that Hu Jing didn't speak, Han Qiao leaned towards him again, thinking that Hu Jing's shoes were slipping, so he quietly moved to the side.

Hu Jing's head was always raised slightly, and she couldn't lose her temperament in front of men.

Han Qiao moved to the side, and she followed subconsciously.

Walking to the front of the unit building, Han Qiao couldn't laugh or cry, and walked to the flower bed by himself: "That, Mr. Hu, we're here."

Hu Jing nodded: "Yes."

Seeing Han Qiao not moving, Hu Jing was a little puzzled,

Han Qiao couldn't hold back any longer: "Mr. Hu, my shoelaces are loose."

Han Qiao bent over to tie his shoelaces, Hu Jing took a few steps to the side, looked at it belatedly, and blushed.

The aisle in the community can accommodate four people, but she always looks ahead, and the road gets narrower and narrower.

Looking back in the snow, two rows of footprints slanted from the middle all the way to the edge of the flower bed.

Han Qiao pretended to tie it up twice, then smiled: "Mr. Hu, please."

Hu Jing brushed her hair and nodded calmly.

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Han Qiao opened the door, shook off the snowflakes on his body, took out slippers from the cabinet and signaled Hu Jing to put them on.

On the dining table in the living room, the hot pot was bubbling and bubbling on the small stove, the fiery soup was tumbling, and the air was filled with a spicy aroma.

Hu Jing walked into the house and took a look. The house was very new and very clean.

The two walked to the dining table and sat down.

Han Qiao took the drink from the wine cabinet behind him and said with a smile, "This is authentic Chongqing hotpot, Mr. Hu, try it."

Hu Jing is from Yunnan, and her taste is relatively strong. When she sees the hot pot boiling, her stomach growls in disbelief.

Embarrassed, Hu Jing glanced at Han Qiao furtively, and Han Qiao smiled back.

Han Qiao felt that Hu Jing was cold-tempered and didn't talk much, but he knew him well. He used chopsticks to scald Hu Jing's belly. Seeing that Hu Jing was eating happily, Han Qiao said: "Teacher Hu, it's like this. I have one thing to trouble you with."

"What's the matter?" Hu Jing slapped her belly hotly with her small hands while eating her belly.

Han Qiao was taken aback. Hu Jing was not a stunning beauty, but Xiao Jiabiyu, who was attractive, with a delicate temperament, fair skin, a round and jade-like face with a cherry red mouth, two small dimples swaying when she smiled, and her eyes looked forward. , charming but not charming.

Hu Jing glanced at Han Qiao, feeling very happy in her heart, it was worth the half-hour drawing before I went out.

Think of the cheats in the guide to teasing men.Hu Jing coughed and smiled softly: "Han Qiao?"

The atmosphere is a little quirky.

Han Qiao put down his chopsticks and calmed down: "That's it, Mr. Hu, my assistant passed the drama exam this year, and I would like you to guide her."

Hu Jing was a little disappointed, the dog man really has something to do: "No problem, but I don't have much time."

Han Qiao picked up the wine glass: "Thank you, Mr. Hu."

The two touched each other, and Hu Jing smiled with big eyes, "Han Qiao, this is food money, but it's not enough."

Han Qiao smiled: "It's up to you to arrange."

(End of this chapter)