Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 368 Continuation of the Promise!
The candles were extinguished and the lights were turned on. After her eyes got used to the light, Su Xiaoxiao looked around the place she was in. It was the Su family, the place where she grew up.

The decorations in the living room were full of birthday atmosphere, and Su's mother smiled kindly holding the little crying bag.

Her hazy vision has seen every face in the living room one by one, the person she loves and the person who loves her are there, if this is really a dream, she is willing to dream it forever.

The dining table is full of her favorite dishes.

"Sit down." Qiu Shuoyan pulled out the chair and helped her to sit down at the table.

"Eat more." Her dad kept adding vegetables to her bowl as before.

Su Xiaoxiao picked up a piece of fish and swallowed it with tears in her eyes. The taste didn't change a bit. Every year on this day, her father cooks it himself.

"How is it?" Father Su put down his chopsticks and looked at her expectantly.

"It's delicious, the star chefs in the hotel can't compare to it." Su Xiaoxiao laughed and burst into tears. When she was a child, whenever her father asked about the taste of the food, she would reply like this, and then her father would smile like a My child, I still don't forget to show off to her mother at the end. ． ． ． ． ．
"See, my daughter praised me for cooking like a chef." The words that should only appear in memory really sounded in my ears.

This is what her father said when showing off to her mother. It was just such a sentence back and forth, which made people's ears calloused when they heard it, but they never tired of saying it.

At this moment, her father was sitting beside her, his behavior, demeanor, voice, and smile were all displayed in front of her eyes, and she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

The night sky outside the window suddenly burst into gorgeous fireworks, and Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help standing up and walking to the window.

Thoughts drifted back to the year of my third birthday.

"It's an appointment to accompany me to set off fireworks on my birthday every year." She stretched out her little finger.

"It's an appointment!" Her father chuckled, and gently hooked her little finger with his strong fingers.

. . . . . .
"Liar! We have an appointment." On the day her father passed away, she squatted in front of his grave, cursing and crying until her voice was exhausted and she fell asleep.

The agreed agreement was never fulfilled after that.

For so many years, the promise she thought she had forgotten has actually been sleeping deep in her brain. Every time she sees the fireworks blooming in the sky, she can't help but think of it.

Her father's life is also as short as fireworks, but his life is plain and dull, unlike fireworks, at least he has left splendid moments for the world. ． ． ． ． ．
"Bang~"

A sound similar to muffled thunder suddenly sounded.

Su Xiaoxiao sat up from the bed in shock, the orange night light exuded an elegant and tranquil light, her hand touched the pillow towel soaked in tears, Su Xiaoxiao smiled wryly, is that kind of reunion really a dream?
I don't know when the window was opened. After the muffled thunder, a silver snake jumped into the night sky, and the room lit up suddenly. The silver snake exploded gorgeous flowers in the sky.

Su Xiaoxiao got out of bed and walked to the window barefoot. The firework seemed to be some kind of signal. After it bloomed, colorful fireworks began to bloom in the sky of City A.

For a while, the sound of fireworks made the whole city lively.

The fireworks all over the sky dimmed the starlight, Su Xiaoxiao looked at the colorful night sky and curled the corners of her mouth.

Someone hugged her behind her, and a familiar breath came to her ears, "Promise, let's continue."

Under the fireworks, his handsome face was full of tender pampering.

Su Xiaoxiao broke out of his embrace and turned around. The spectacular scene will only appear on New Year's Eve, and it will appear on any day that is not worth celebrating. There is only one possibility. ． ． ． ． ．

(End of this chapter)