Occupy a petite wife

New Year's Eve.

Moments of family reunion.

Under the expectation of the old lady Rong, Rong Li finally returned home, but only for everyone to sit down and have dinner together.

Because of Yao Yining's incident some time ago, Yao Wanfang complained about Rongli, but because of his status, she could only endure it, and the old lady was also somewhat hostile.

Therefore, this year's New Year's Eve dinner was more silent than in previous years.

Where is the joy of the New Year's reunion!

At the dinner table, except for the old lady occasionally asking about his life, or Rong Shunian asking a few business questions, almost no one spoke.

Rong Peipei has a lot of things to say to his dear brother, that is, Rongli's cold face, she rejects people thousands of miles away, her thoughts, her admiration, can only be swallowed back into his stomach with rice.

She was very satisfied to see him so close and hear his voice.

After dinner, Rongli sat up for a while and got up to leave.

Rong Shu got used to his son's solitude early in his life, but the old lady Rong didn't want to part with her grandson, "Rong Li, it's New Year's Eve, you're at home, right?"

Since he moved out of the solitary residence, it seems that every New Year's Eve he goes home to follow the restaurant. After eating, he sits for a while at most and leaves. He never stays overnight.

This person, the older he gets, the more he looks forward to having his children and grandchildren by his side.

The old lady felt that it wasn't that there was no room at home, and the family had no conflicts, so why was he so against this family!

Rong Li said flatly: "Grandma, I still have something to do."

The implication is that he must leave.

The old lady Rong's eyes dimmed, knowing that she couldn't keep anyone, she sighed softly, "...well then, be careful on the road."

Rong Peipei, who was by the side, pursed his lips, summoned up his courage and said to him: "Brother, it's snowing, please drive carefully."

Rong Li glanced at her, calmly, and replied almost inaudibly, "En."

Today he drove the car by himself. When he came out of the main house, he didn't go back to his residence directly, but went in the opposite direction and went to Wenxin's home.

The street was sparsely populated, and the snow fell quietly. He drove the car and stopped downstairs at her house.

After he said that sentence to her that day, he expected that she would say yes, but she seemed to be frightened, he hesitated for a long time, and finally gave him a sentence.

——Rongli, let me think about it.

After that, she never called him back.

Following Wen Ya's teaching, he tried to learn to back down, and for the first time, he didn't force her and asked her to think carefully.

However, after waiting for more than a full week, his scarce patience has been exhausted, and she hasn't considered it yet!

The window was lowered, cold air mixed with snowflakes poured into the car in an instant, and he lit a cigarette.

The cigarette burns little by little, and glows a little scarlet in the snowy night. Perhaps he feels that the car is too stuffy and depressing, which makes him even more irritable.

Rong Li got out of the car and stood in the snow.

He raised his head and looked towards the fifth floor.

But what can be seen is her living room, and the lights are on.

At this moment, she is probably with those people. He doesn't want to call Wen Yanjun and others her family, because the meaning of these two words is too close.

And they are not worthy!

What is she doing now?

Happy new year?

Didn't she think about him?

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he flicked his phone repeatedly. He really wanted to call her.

If he told her to come down, would she?

She hasn't expressed her attitude so far, Rongli can't guess how she will choose.

In his entanglement, a cigarette burned to the end.

He glanced at her house again, the snowflakes fell on his face and melted immediately when they touched the temperature of the skin, it was icy cold.

Forget it.

Today is New Year's Eve, if there is a quarrel, she will blame him.

She didn't take the initiative to contact him, so he should be more generous.

Three days, he will give her another three days!

If she hasn't made up her mind by then, it's up to her whether she wants to or not, he has the final say on everything!

Rongli looked back, got into the car, and started the engine.

The Porsche had just started, and a figure appeared on the balcony on the fifth floor.

Wenxin came out to see the night view, so she had to walk around after dinner, which was good for digestion.

The light snowflakes were flying, she opened her hands to catch them, her palms were a little cold, she bent her lips and smiled, walked to the edge of the balcony, glanced downstairs, just in time to see Rongli's car driving away.

Must have been out to play.

She thought this way, Wen Qi also went out just now, and she also said that she might spend the night outside tonight.

Someone set off fireworks in the distance, like flowers blooming in the night sky, colorful.

Looking at the beautiful scenery of fireworks in the distance, sniffing warmly, holding his frozen face with both hands, he couldn't help but think of that man.

What is Rongli doing right now?

You should go home.

I haven't seen him for so many days, is he angry, or does he not care at all?

Otherwise, why didn't he call her?

His words shocked her so much. At that time, she was a little dazed, at a loss, and didn't know how to respond.

She always cared about Chu Xuan in her heart, so she couldn't give him an answer right away.

She needs time to sort out her thoughts and untie all the knots in her heart.

The days seem to be back to the ordinary life before I met him. I am at home every day, doing what I like, without worries or worries.

The most relaxed state, the brain is the most awake.

She finally found out that she really missed him.

Whenever I am free, my thoughts seem to have independent consciousness, and I always think of him...

Rongli, I've already thought about it, you know?

"Wenxin, come in and eat some fruit." Wen Yanjun greeted her from the room.

She recovered, "Okay, Dad."

The Spring Festival Gala is getting less and less interesting. When Wenxin nestled on the bed and was drowsy in front of the computer, the phone rang, and most of the sleepiness woke up. She picked up the phone and saw that it was Su Yiyi's New Year's greeting text message.

She was about to edit her reply when a phone call came in.

It is tolerance.

My heart beat faster.

"Yongli?"

"What are you doing?" His voice was low.

"Watching TV." She glanced at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock, "What's the matter?"

He was silent for a few seconds, "I want to hear your voice."

Her heart seemed to be burned, "...are you at your house?"

"No, I'm back."

"Oh, then Jian Yao and the others are all here. It's very lively, isn't your place?"

"I'm here."

She was slightly startled, "Is that so..."

Seemingly unable to continue the conversation, the man said: "Then... that's it, go to bed early."

Then, the call ends.

Wen Xin frowned.

She still has something to say!

Originally, she planned to call again, but when she thought about what he said just now that he was alone in the villa, she suddenly felt a little distressed.

She didn't know what she was thinking, she gave up the warm blanket, got dressed, and told Wen Yanjun that she was going out.Wen Yanjun asked her where she was going at night, and she made up a lie, saying that her classmates were looking for her. Wen Yanjun didn't doubt it, but said to be careful and go home early.

When she got downstairs, she suddenly realized a problem, where is there a taxi tonight?

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In fact, according to the original plan, we should write here during the Chinese New Year... I just blame a certain author for being too clumsy t_t it will be sweet for a while