She is soft on my heart

Chapter 147 Dumplings
Li Xing Shen took a moment to realize what he meant, his eyes suddenly curled up in laughter, and he happily ran downstairs.

The empty-nester snorted and muttered "no prospect".

It didn't take long to finish the two bowls of dumplings, and he responded to a WeChat message from a friend asking him out.

The friend replied in seconds, and even dumped a few sand sculpture emoji packs celebrating the whole world, followed by a sentence: [Didn't you say you want to stay at home with our sister? 】

Li Yun frowned and spoke, "Who is your sister?"

The friend also voiced, "Is your sister just my sister? If my sister is bored at home alone, you can bring her with you."

Li Yun thought that the two of them might be seeing each other now, and typed: [She is not bored, she ran away with someone. 】

friend:【? ? ? 】

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Jiang Cong waited at the back of the building. The back of the building was a bit off, with some wooden planks of unknown use piled up, and weeds still growing on the ground. There was a dying dim yellow street lamp, a few dilapidated wooden benches, Usually, except for naughty children, few people come here.

He followed the road here unintentionally, but now standing here waiting for someone, looking at the dark surroundings, has a different meaning.
The soft familiar footsteps were amplified in the dark environment and passed over.

Jiang Cong's eyes flickered, thinking badly, and retreated to the wall, hiding himself in the dark shadow.

Li Xingchen walked to the small intersection where she came from, and stopped at the corner. Seeing that it was dark behind her, she didn't continue walking, and tried to call: "Jiang Cong?"

She waited and waited, with no response.

Jiang Cong was standing by the wall one step away from her, tilting his head, his lips curled up unconsciously when he heard her voice.

Li Xingchen guessed where he might be hiding, so he was more cautious, took a step forward, poked his head out to look at the only dimly lit streetlight inside, and yelled again.

"Jiang Cong, don't scare me"

As soon as the voice fell, she was caught off guard, and her arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, and her whole body was pulled to the side by a force. Even though she had already made mental preparations, she still let out a soft cry.

When he stabilized his body again, he was already pressed against the wall, and the boy was pressed down with a hot figure, his wrist was held by his warm palm.

The bright moon hangs high, and the surroundings are quiet. A short distance away in the darkness, there is a faint smell of mint tobacco gradually surrounding it.

Under the dim light, the young man's deep and upright silhouette added an inexplicably hazy and sexy look. The slightly hot breath fell on his face with his breath, and his lowered black eyes couldn't hide their scorching heat.

The two hearts are close, and the ambiguous atmosphere is full.

Li Xingshen remembered something inappropriately, blinked his clear deer eyes, and asked softly: "Jiang Cong, have you finished memorizing the chronology of world history I compiled for you?"

Jiang Cong: "."
Ambiguity is like a bubble, it doesn't need to be blown by the wind, it will burst after two pokes.

Jiang Cong laughed angrily.

"It's New Year's Eve." His face was bent down, his voice was magnetic and lazy, and when he deliberately lowered his voice, it sounded like he was trying to seduce people's hearts, making people feel numb, "Don't make trouble with your wife."

Li Xingchen: "."

"The tryst atmosphere that was created with great difficulty was destroyed by your words."

Li Xingchen: "."

"You used the wrong words." Her voice was small, and her soft hands pushed his face away, lowered her head, and said in a coy tone: "Also...don't call me that."

"You can't be called daughter-in-law? What's that called?" He shamelessly leaned down again, his body slightly bent, and his cheek was pressed against hers. Her face was soft and hot, "Call"

He paused for a long time on purpose, with a half-smile, and rubbed his ears against his breath, which was extremely provocative, ".Baby?"

"."

"Still. baby?"

"."

"Dear"

Li Xingchen couldn't take it anymore, and hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth to block his words, "You, you, you, stop screaming!"

Li Xingchen has heard Ke Manman and Bai Daiyi call such an intimate name, they call it very everyday, and it is not much different from calling names when they hear it too much.

But when it came out of his throat, there was an indescribable allure.

It was as if a thin electric current penetrated into the ear canal, making her scalp numb, Li Xingshen's nerve endings trembled slightly, her heartbeat was chaotic, and she was so stuffy that she dared not look at him.

The little girl's hand was always a little cold, and now it was covering his lips, seemingly rubbing against him, Jiang Cong smiled lowly, and kissed her palm.

Li Xing was startled, said softly "ah", and retracted his hand reflexively, flustered by his bad behavior, stared at him, "Where are the dumplings? Do you still want to eat?"

When the little cutie glared at people, she would frown slightly, her cherry pink lips would pout unconsciously, and her face would puff up a little, soft and lacking momentum, let alone, making people want to tease her even more.

But considering that she was still hungry, Jiang Cong pinched her cheek to give up.

Jiang Cong backed away two steps and stood a little further away. Li Xingshen calmed down a bit, and then raised his head to notice that he was wearing a long black coat today, with the collar folded on both sides. turtleneck sweater.

The clothes are very slim, highlighting the wide straight lines of his shoulders, and his figure is tall and straight.

He usually dresses in a casual and casual style, but he rarely wears such restrained and stable clothes, even if his laziness and arrogance are not restrained.

In his right hand he held a silver insulated box.

Li Xingchen just looked up and down at his outfit and didn't speak for a long time, Jiang Cong looked at her leisurely, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "It's not about eating dumplings, why do you admire your boyfriend again?"

Li Xingchen: "."

The dumplings would be cold if they were not eaten and put in the insulated box. Jiang Cong took her to the bench under the street lamp, wiped them carefully twice with a paper towel, sat down and opened the lunch box.

Li Xingchen took the lunch box, looked down, and then he froze, and beat his hand with chopsticks.

Although she was moved and happy when Jiang Cong personally made dumplings for her to eat, she still couldn't help muttering: "It's so ugly."

Jiang never denied that his dumplings were ugly, "The stuffing is in the dumpling, not the skin, do you understand?"

"Don't worry, I've tried it."

Li Xingchen was silently thinking that even if it was not tasty, she would finish it with a face, while picking up a shriveled dumpling, and slowly handing it to her lips, a faint smell wafted up, it smelled good, she bit it first bite.

Indeed, the filling is not the skin, and the taste is very delicious.

She looked at him in surprise, and boasted without hesitation: "It's quite delicious."

Jiang Cong raised his eyebrows arrogantly, watching her eat.

Li Xingchen ate very quietly and slowly, his cheeks puffed up like a little hamster.

Jiang Cong experienced the joy of feeding.

Li Xingshen originally wanted to finish eating with all the space, but found that the box was too deep, he was full, and in the end he couldn't fit it.

Jiang Cong saw that she ate a lot, so he didn't force her to support himself.

Putting the lunch box aside after eating, Jiang Cong took out a bag of things from behind the chair as if by magic.

Li Xingshen was curious, "What?"

Without waiting for his answer, Li Xingshen's eyes lit up in surprise after opening it, "Fireworks?"

Large-scale fireworks and firecrackers are not allowed in the city now, but some fairy sticks and small fireworks can still be bought with a little effort.

It just so happens that this area is relatively dark, and it also has a sense of atmosphere when it is placed.

"Do you want to see it?" Jiang Cong took out a small cone-shaped firework.

Li Xing Shen nodded.

Jiang Cong stood up, walked a few steps away and squatted down, set it on the ground, took out the lighter and lit the fuse, then got up and backed away.

After a short burst of sparks, the small fireworks burst out bright fireworks, overflowing, illuminating the darkness.

Unprepared, Jiang Cong's hand was suddenly held.

(End of this chapter)