Good pregnancy, quick to wear: the soft heroine is pampered by the group in the plane

Chapter 427: Natural disasters, stockpiling thousands of goods, raising a cub, I will mess it up 15
Although there are only two of us, the atmosphere of the New Year is very strong at home.

I put up window decorations and couplets, replaced the sofa covers with new ones, and placed candies and nuts, as well as frozen pears and canned fruits, on the coffee table.

Because more than half a year had passed since the extreme low temperature, fresh fruits could no longer be kept, so Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu canned all the remaining fruits that could be canned and stored them.

"There's still a lot of cake flour, so why not bake another cake?" Su Zhiruan thought that she would have something good to eat during the New Year, so she started preparing things skillfully.

The radio was placed on the dining table, and from it came the country's New Year's blessings and consolation to the people.

[Everyone has worked hard over the past six months. With unity, we believe that the disaster will eventually pass and the future will be better...]

Su Zhiruan lowered his eyes.

It's good to have hope, but if we take it lightly, the next disaster will be ten thousand times worse than the current low temperature blizzard.

……

After the two of them worked together all day, it was finally night.

"Braised lion's head, fish every year, roasted lamb legs, roasted chicken, and the cake you made," Wen Qingyu brought all the dishes. His eyebrows were gentle, and he smiled gently at Su Zhiruan wearing an apron, "Come and eat."

"Wait, let me hang the lantern up!" Su Zhiruan stepped on a chair and stood on tiptoe to hang the red lantern on the balcony.

The warm red light fell on her face. She quickly hung herself up, clapped her hands, and jumped down lightly.

"What a sumptuous meal!" Su Zhiruan leaned over to take a look. She saw Wen Qingyu still busy in the kitchen, and immediately glanced at what he was doing. "What are you preparing?"

"Let's prepare for the finale." Wen Qingyu turned around, holding a plate of steaming dumplings in his left hand. Seeing Su Zhiruan behind the sliding door of the kitchen, he pinched her soft cheek with his right hand, "There's a coin wrapped in one of the dumplings on this plate. Let's see who gets it first."

"Our big star also likes the coin dumplings that children like," Su Zhiruan joked behind him, "Then I won't be polite."

"You follow me now, you really look like a child," he said with a gentle look in his eyes. He turned around and took her hand, adding, "Third grade at most."

"Third graders nowadays have their own personalities and may not be clingy," Su Zhiruan said earnestly. She put her other hand in his as well. "To sum up, I am not a child."

"Really?" Wen Qingyu sighed and pulled her to wash her hands first. His hands were big. He rolled up her sleeves and squeezed hand sanitizer for her to wash her hands. "It's a pity that natural disasters are serious now. If we were still living in the peaceful and happy years before, and we could meet by chance, I would definitely pursue you first, tie you up, and never let you go."

"You haven't let go yet." Su Zhiruan watched him rub her hands into foam and wash them in the sink. She retorted casually, and when she saw him looking at her, she raised her eyebrows.

"Now that I've got it in my hands, I naturally can't let it go." He wiped it clean for her.

The two of them chatted with each other and sat down at the dining table.

Red lanterns were hung on the balcony, and there was only a radio in the living room, which repeatedly played the country's New Year's greetings, and finally an unforgettable song "Tonight" sounded.

This song has always been the finale of the Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve in previous years. Although you may not watch the Spring Festival Gala, when you hear this song, a picture always appears in your mind: several friendly-looking hosts in formal attire, smiling and singing, representing that a new year is about to begin.

But this year, the song is still the same, but things and people have changed.

The natural disaster came with great force. How many people were still looking forward to the next year on the New Year's Eve of the previous year. How many migrant workers who did not go home and women who married far away were looking forward to going home in the new year. But in just one night, many people left this world in their dreams.

Su Zhiruan took several photos of the food on the table. After putting down her phone, she picked up a meatball. The meatball tasted good, but she was a little absent-minded.

This year's New Year's Eve is much more bleak than last year's, but people all over the world don't know it at this time, but compared with the next four years, this year's New Year is the most peaceful.

Seeing that she was in a daze, Wen Qingyu put a few dumplings into her bowl and said, "Eat quickly."

Su Zhiruan came back to his senses, picked up the dumpling and put it into his mouth.

The dumplings are rolled and wrapped on the spot and taste great.

After she took a bite, she felt a hard metal between her lips and teeth.

She still had the other half of the dumpling between her chopsticks. Su Zhiruan took a closer look and found a shiny silver coin wrapped in the meat filling.

"I ate it!" Su Zhiruan showed it to Wen Qingyu.

"It seems that our Ruan Ruan will have everything she wants in the coming year," Wen Qingyu smiled and wished her well, "Whatever you want to do will be in accordance with your heart, and I will always stand by your side."

"This is my promise."

Under the warm light, the boys and girls are in high spirits, their eyes are bright, and they all shine with determination.

"Okay, next, we will fight side by side."

"A word is settled!"

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While eating, Su Zhiruan opened a bottle of wine and the two of them had a few drinks.

Wine warms the body, and after a few glasses, although the mind is a little dizzy, but drinking one or two glasses in such a cold Spring Festival can be regarded as a blessing for the festival.

"Are you cold?" Wen Qingyu's face flushed. He was a star, both in appearance and temperament, and Su Zhiruan had always felt that he looked like a succubus.

But she had never seen Wen Qingyu drunk before, and when she saw her now, she felt like she was about to fall for her pair of infatuated eyes.

"I remember that when you first met me, you were still a shy and innocent boy," Su Zhiruan gently stretched out her hand and slid it across his beautiful cheek. She was also a little drunk, so she moved closer, "Now you feel like a married man."

"Do you like it?" He grabbed her hand, but did not stop her from continuing. Instead, he let her hand move closer to him, from her cheek to her neck.

"I like it," Su Zhiruan said without hesitation. She felt a little tired from sitting, so she simply huddled herself in Wen Qingyu's arms. "The temperature dropped last night."

"Hmm?" Wen Qingyu looked at her.

Su Zhiruan continued, "It's so hot when we're together, what if we sleep at night to cool down?"

Wen Qingyu hugged her in his arms, and even his voice became much hoarser.

"Ruan Ruan is so smart. If the temperature drops and we don't know about it, we might not see tomorrow." His voice became more hoarse, but gentler and more pleasant to hear.

Su Zhiruan raised her eyes and reached out to gently cover his mouth, "Don't say unlucky words during the New Year."

"Come to my room and stay up till the New Year," she said.

"it is good."

The big red lanterns were hanging. The snow outside had stopped long ago, but the wind was still howling.

The room was surprisingly warm indeed.

Although the atmosphere just now was ambiguous, in fact, they did nothing but took out Go and started playing chess.

While Wen Qingyu was thinking, Su Zhiruan picked up her phone and sent all the photos she had taken to the Su family group.

She has also been checking the surveillance video every now and then in the past few months.

Su's father and Su Yaozu are basically useless, and Su's mother takes Su Mingzhu to sell her body in exchange for supplies.

Perhaps they gradually accepted the result, or perhaps someone outside promised them something, Su's mother and Su Mingzhu brought back fewer and fewer things, but their spirits were much better than at the beginning, and even Su Mingzhu, who had always been resistant, gradually got used to it.

At first, Su's father and Su Yaozu were still able to call the shots, using violence and words to suppress Su's mother and Su Mingzhu at home. But later on, they seemed to be unable to do so, and their attitude towards Su's mother and Su Mingzhu deteriorated sharply.

After all, the two of them can only say that they are useful, but in fact they have not made any contribution to the family.

They looked down on women, but in the end they had to rely on Su's mother and Su Mingzhu to survive. They could only eat if they brought back a lot of food. If they were unhappy, they would have nothing.

All these contradictions gradually intensified, and by now, the four members of the Su family had been living in an inconsistent manner.

On the surface, they are a harmonious family, but in reality, they wish to kill each other.

After Su Zhiruan sent the picture, he didn't think too much about it.

The two played Go for a while and realized it was getting late, it was already 3:30 in the morning.

"I'm so sleepy, why don't we go to bed early." Su Zhiruan yawned and looked at the chess board.

The Son of the Plane in this world didn't know much about Go, so even if Su Zhiruan let him win, he couldn't win.

Wen Qingyu couldn't help but laugh when she saw her like this, "It seems that my girlfriend is a Go master."

"Of course not," Su Zhiruan nodded like a proud kitten, "You need to practice more."

"Okay, okay, in order to have more interactions with you, I, Wen, will study hard in the future." Wen Qingyu put her coat on the hanger and charged her phone. "I'll go back first."

"What are you going to do?" Su Zhiruan hugged the quilt and looked at him quietly, "We agreed to stay up all night in my room. A big star can't go back on his word."

"Okay." Wen Qingyu smiled and hung his coat on the hanger with his backhand.

With a slender figure, handsome posture, and cold temperament, Su Zhiruan raised an eyebrow as she looked at his back, then lay down calmly.

After turning off the lights, the room was completely dark.

He walked over and sat next to her first.

Perhaps it was because the night was too quiet. At this moment, the surroundings were so quiet that even the breathing of the two people could be heard clearly.

He lay down.

Perhaps because they stayed up too late today, they both fell asleep soon.