: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (30)

Author: Yaoli

: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (30)

Father Fu looked at him with wide eyes, as if he was looking at a madman.

Fu Ji went crazy and made a scene in Fu's house. No one dared to stop him, and he even forgot what kind of expression he had when he faced him.

They didn't expect that Fu Ji, who seemed silent and gloomy, would suddenly burst out with such a crazy and nervous side.

By the time Fu Ji left, the lively and festive living room had already been destroyed. The pendant with the word "Fu" was smashed into two halves, and the ground was a mess.

They looked at each other and had only one idea.

That means Fu Ji is crazy.

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Yan Ran is not very good at cooking, but she can cook noodles and dumplings. There is a Spring Festival Gala in the living room, which can be heard in the kitchen. The cheerful music and happy laughter make this empty living room full of life.

Popularity.

Yan Ran was kneading dough, and she was going to make dumplings. It would be better to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year.

Her hands were not very skillful and she made the dumplings weirdly, but Yan Ran was very satisfied with it.

An hour later, Chou Chou's dumplings were almost ready, and Yan Ran's body was also messed up. The apron tied around the scarf was stained with white powder, and it was also on her face, but she didn't notice it yet.

There was still a little dough left, and Yan Ran held the rolling pin in his hand, thinking that after finishing the dough, the dumplings would be ready for the pot.

The doorbell rang at this time, and Yan Ran wondered who would come during the Chinese New Year.

The doorbell rang very quickly, like a wake-up call.

Yan Ran didn't even have time to put down the rolling pin in his hand, and hurriedly went to open the door.

When she saw the people outside, she was stunned for a moment. The cold wind was biting and the man was covered in frost. She stared blankly at Fu Ji who suddenly appeared.

After a while, she finally confirmed it belatedly, and then said: "Why... why did you come back suddenly..."

There was a red lantern hanging at the door. The man's figure was too tall, blocking the festive light. He lowered his head, feeling cold every time he breathed in and out. The expression on his face was unreal.

Fu Ji looked like he had walked through the wind and snow, his hair was wet. He was fine when he went there in the afternoon, but he came back in such a mess.

It was really cold outside, so Yan Ran brought the man in and closed the door. Before she could turn around and speak, Fu Ji bent down and buried his head in her neck.

The cold breath sprayed on the side of his neck, causing him to shiver.

He was like an abandoned dog who had been bullied outside. He pressed his cold face against her warm skin and said in a muffled voice: "I don't like salmon... I want to eat braised pork..."

Yan Ran's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she was a little at a loss. Her hands were still a lot of white powder, and they stopped stiffly in the air. Qingyue's hoarse voice seemed to be dyed with the tenderness of dawn: "I know you are allergic to seafood.

,I’ll make braised pork for you later, okay?”

Like coaxing a child.

Yan Ran had only been with him for less than two months and knew that he was allergic to seafood. His parents who raised him since childhood never knew about it.

He didn't know who was the most ridiculous, maybe it was himself.

The man didn't move, so Yan Ran kept this awkward posture without moving. After a while, Yan Ran felt warmth coming from her shoulders.

She froze, even more at a loss.

"What's wrong?" The rolling pin in Yan Ran's hand fell to the ground, making a soft "pop" sound.

The man didn't say anything, he just tightened his arms and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted the two of them to become one.

Yan Ran knew that he didn't want to say anything, so she didn't ask. She waited slowly until the man's emotions calmed down from the edge of losing control.

I don't know how long it took, but Yan Ran just stood there until his arms were sore, and then he gently called his name.

"I haven't eaten yet, how about we eat together?"

After hearing this, Fu Ji finally let go of his hand. He lowered his head and his eyes were a little red.

Yan Ran didn't ask anything, just said: "Go to the room and change your clothes first, otherwise you will catch a cold."

After watching Fu Ji return to the bedroom, Yan Ran picked up the rolling pin and went to the kitchen.

Fu Ji casually took a hot shower. The mist was rising, and his face in the mirror was expressionless. He didn't look as pitiful as before.

He stretched out his knuckled fingers and touched his red eye sockets. The corners of his mouth slowly raised, and there was a smile in his eyes. However, as long as you looked carefully into the depths, there was only a biting coldness that could devour people.

After changing into soft clothes, Fu Ji opened the door and walked out.

Yan Ran had just finished making the dumplings. She was holding a bowl in her hand. The hot mist was rising. She was standing at the dining table. Her black hair hung in front of her forehead. Her facial features were still impeccably beautiful, like

It is a work of art carefully carved by God. The eyes are like a lake filled with sunlight, sparkling and extremely clear.

There was a smile between her brows, like a gentle spring breeze.

"Come over and eat quickly."

There wasn't much braised pork, because Yan Ran didn't buy a lot of vegetables, and most of them were used to make dumpling fillings. There was only a small bowl, which was all given to Fu Ji.

Fu Ji lowered his head to look at the dumplings in the bowl. They weren't really pretty, but each one was very big, with thin skin and plenty of fillings. They tasted surprisingly good.

My stomach, which had been empty for a day and was aching, felt much better and felt warm.

When he ate the third piece, Fu Ji expressed a look on his face, then wrapped the contents in his mouth with a tissue and spit it out.

It's a coin.

Fu Ji was stunned. He looked at Yan Ran with confusion, as if he didn't quite understand why there were coins in the dumplings.

"Eating coins in dumplings means happiness and wealth, and you will have good wishes in the new year." His voice was soft, like a feather tickling the cochlea.

The TV was just counting down, and at the last number, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks rang out outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The fireworks exploded and the light overflowed, making the dark sky more colorful and blooming the fleeting beauty.

In such a lively and noisy situation, Yan Ran's voice still floated in his ears.

"Happy New Year, Xiaoji."

"In the new year, it will get better and better."

At this moment, something unknown seemed to be spreading, like a vine growing out of thin air, wrapping around his arms and shoulders from bottom to top, making his heart beat faster.

He took a bite of the big dumpling. The juice and meat filling inside were more fragrant and sweeter than anything he had ever tasted.

[Ding! The villain’s darkness has reached 50%!]

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After taking a shower, Yan Ran gave him a big red envelope.

Fu Ji had never received a red envelope before, and there was a thick stack.

After his hair was rubbed, the young man smiled and said, "You also have what others have."

Fu Ji repeated it silently in his mind, tasting a hint of sweetness from it.

When the two of them were lying on the bed, neither of them slept. The bedside table lamp was turned on, illuminating a small area with warm light.
Chapter completed!