President, my wife has returned to her mother's house

Chapter 191 Van Gogh’s Starry Night

"Happy New Year." Wen Hua looked back and looked into his deep eyes, "Do you want to go out and play?"

"Aren't you keeping up with the New Year's Eve?"

"I want to go out with you to celebrate the New Year."

Xi Mo paused and said, "Okay, you can go if you want."

"I'm going to get the car keys!"

Xi Mo was waiting in the yard, and soon she came out with a scarf.

"Did you tell grandpa and the others?"

"Said, they let us have fun."

Wen Hua spread out her scarf and stood on tiptoe to wrap it around him.

"Where did you get the scarf?"

He wasn't afraid of the cold, and he never had anything like a scarf or gloves in his wardrobe. This scarf was black, not finely made, and didn't look like hers.

"I wove it."

Xi Mo paused, "When did you weave it?"

"It's been years."

As the car drove out of Liuyue Mansion, he opened his thin lips and asked, "Knit it for me?"

A very soft but clear 'hmm' passed into my eardrums.

"Isn't it more leisurely in college?" Wen Hua bit her lip. "At that time, it was popular to knit scarves for boyfriends when they were in love. My roommates would secretly hide under the desks to knit scarves in class. I thought it was fun and bought a ball of wool. Others I knitted it for my boyfriend, but I didn’t have it, so I had to knit it for myself. The scarf was blue, and I wore it when I went out to play and lost it somewhere.”

Xi Mo: "Then this is mine."

"After I lost that piece, I had a reason to knit another one, and I specifically chose black. Even though I knew I couldn't give it to you, I thought about you every stitch while knitting. I thought I would never give it away in this life, after all. My technique is not very precise, as you can see, it is a defective product. I didn’t expect that I can be so honest now and have such courage to give it to you. I couldn’t even imagine it before.”

Everyone will have sour memories in adolescence. Even she can't avoid feeling inferior.

Fortunately, she made it through.

It turns out that growing up is so good, I can do whatever I want that I didn't dare to do before, and I can express my feelings easily.

Xi Mo clicked his tongue and rubbed her hair, "So pitiful."

"Who said it was a defective product? The one you knitted by yourself is much more beautiful than the mass-produced ones on the market. This is the first scarf in my life. I like it very much. The little magpie is interested."

He curled his lips and smiled. She had remembered him and thought about him all these years. Ever since she knew that he was not the only one running this relationship, the feeling of joy had been lingering around her.

After all the hardships, happiness comes, and the happiness is a bit unreal.

If it is a dream, such a beautiful dream, it is best to never wake up.

In the past, he always thought that she was rational and elegant, and would not fall into mundane things such as love. He could not imagine what it would be like for her to fall in love with someone. Now he saw with his own eyes how she loved him.

The tenderness is like water, making people fondle admiringly.

When someone who has been thinking of you for so many years suddenly says that she has also thought of you and loved you for many years, it will feel unreal to anyone.

Beautiful like a bubble phantom.

"Little magpie?" Wen Hua pursed her lips, "Why do you..."

"Isn't that what grandpa would call you?"

"That's grandpa. It's too shameful for you to call me grandpa..."

"The little magpie is so cute, why are you so embarrassed?" Xi Mo raised his eyebrows, "Could it be that I call him baby?"

"Huh? Honey, what do you think of this title?"

His voice is too suave.

Especially when deliberately teasing people, the deliberate bass is like a subwoofer in the throat, very provocative.

Wen Hua, who had no resistance to him in the first place, was a little confused when she heard him shout out the words "baby" in a serious manner.

"Don't call it that, try another one..."

"Baby? Wife?" He thought for a moment and moved his lips, "My woman?"

Blushing, Wen Hua bit her lip and stopped the car.

"Call me like you always do. Don't you really like to call me Wenhua by both my first and last name? I think it's fine."

He lazily said, "It turns out that you have been secretly thinking about me calling you by your first and last name. Because you think your name sounds nice, you want to call you more. I don't call you Huahua because there are too many people calling you. It's nothing. It’s special, so I don’t want to call you. Since you are dissatisfied with me calling you by your first name and surname, today is just an opportunity to find a new title, one that is exclusive to me.”

"Qingqing used to be nice, so I'll call you Qingqing from now on, right?"

"No, you'd better call me Wenhua."

She wanted to take off her seatbelt and was held in the man's arms. Her voice was lazy and magnetic, "No, I have to come up with something tonight. Other couples have nicknames."

The crisp and delicious cedar fragrance hit her face, and Wenhua's heartbeat was a little fast, "I can't think of it."

"Then let's keep the title of baby, how about it, little Wenhua?"

Her heart skipped a beat, and her eyelashes as black as crow feathers trembled visibly.

Xi Mo stared at her, his eyes full of interest, "Oh, so you like the name Xiao Wenhua?"

She lowered her eyebrows and said nothing.

This delicate and obedient look was really alluring. He pressed her waist and covered it with a hot kiss.

He said he was out to play, but he spent almost half an hour in the parking lot when his phone dinged in the darkness.

"Well..." Wen Hua remembered the business and pushed him away, panting: "It's almost New Year's Eve, we can't delay here."

Xi Mo pecked her delicate lips and said, "I've already changed your name for you, so you should change it too."

"Change what?"

"The two words I want to hear the most." He circled her waist with his thumb, causing her to tremble, "We'll get out of the car after calling."

Wen Hua pursed her lips and shouted softly: "...Husband, it's New Year's Eve, let's get out of the car quickly."

He raised the corners of his lips in a good mood, "Okay, let's celebrate the New Year with little Wenhua."

There were too many people in the square, so the two of them went to a restaurant opposite the iconic building in the city center. The restaurant has a good view. You can see people celebrating New Year's Eve in the square. Opposite is a huge big screen. You can go here on the hour. Counting down is both quiet and romantic.

"Dad and I were sitting in this same seat last time we came here." Wen Hua looked out the window, "That day someone confessed their love and we covered the big screen outside. There were many drones flying in the sky. It was very romantic."

"Really?" Xi Mo poured her a glass of warm water, "How about we cover the screen during the wedding and get 520 drones for fun?"

Wen Hua was amused, "That's too exaggerated. Is this some kind of Mary Sue plot?"

"do not like?"

She shook her head.

"Then don't use drones. I see you like flowers very much. Let me give you a wedding like a sea of ​​flowers."

"I like something simple, not too many people, just the best relatives and friends."

"Okay, what you say is what you say."

Wen Hua looked at the time and saw that there were still 5 minutes left before New Year's Eve.

"Xi...husband."

The man's clear eyes looked over, "Huh?"

"You seem to like fireworks very much. When you watch the fireworks, your eyes light up and you become quiet, appreciate and think."

"Because my mother liked it. My favorite thing to do when I was a child was to watch fireworks with her. When I saw the fireworks, I thought of her."

"I have seen my mother-in-law's photo at my grandpa's place."

"is it?"

"She is very beautiful and as gentle as my mother. I fell in love with her at first sight."

Xi Mo chuckled, "She would also like you if she were still here."

"You still like Van Gogh, right?"

"Ah."

Seeing that there was only one minute left, Wen Hua smiled and rolled her eyes, "How about I give you Van Gogh's Starry Night?"

Just as Xi Mo was about to speak, a loud and neat crowd shouted from the square downstairs, "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

After the number on the big red screen changed to '1', colorful fireworks exploded on the screen.

"Happy New Year!!"

The New Year's Eve crowd downstairs was loud and majestic.

In an instant, only the sound of the fireworks cannons from all directions was heard, but the shadows were not seen. Dozens of fireworks shot up into the night sky and exploded with a dull and deep roar. In an instant, a wonderful picture filled the sky.

Those were no ordinary fireworks, they were developed by high-tech pyrotechnic masters to recreate the world's famous paintings.

The restless and curling nebulae and the turbulent blue-green torrents are transferred from the drawing paper to the real night sky in the form of fireworks, creating a fantasy and active beautiful starry sky that is divorced from reality but yet immersed in reality.

Express the crazy and extremely beautiful illusion world created by Vincent van Gogh in another form of art.

People who looked at this huge artistic masterpiece were shocked by the beautiful scenery and cheered and shouted.

Xi Mo looked away from the famous painting blooming in the night sky, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at her, "Did you prepare this?"

"Yeah." She raised the corner of her mouth, "I always felt that the gifts I gave you before were a bit unappreciative. You bought me a crown. I must express my gratitude."

The man looked at her silently for a moment, and the hot blood flowed back into his heart, burning his entire body.

I want to rub her into my arms.

At this moment, even if she asked him to go to the mountains of swords and seas of fire, he would go without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)