On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

Simon and Leslie's Christmas was not very lively. It was just that with the addition of Chen Qian, the three of them together made the house seem even warmer with the fire in the fireplace.

While preparing dinner, Simon asked him if he knew how to cook Chinese and if he could show off his skills.

Chen Qian thought about his problem and the plate of dark and bitter chicken wings not long ago, shook his head firmly, and then sat at the table with a clear conscience and rolled up the spaghetti bolognese and shredded turkey with a fork and put them into his mouth.

After dinner, it was time for the gift-giving session that everyone was looking forward to. Chen Qian gave Simon and Leslie two sets of beautiful flannel pajamas, and gave CY a cute Christmas knot chewing toy. CY received a bright red scarf, a set of crystal aromatherapy, and a painting drawn by CY's little paws.

After politely declining Simon and Leslie's invitation to stay overnight and their suggestion to take another ride in that flashy Ferrari, Chen Qian went out wearing the red scarf.

His house is actually just on the next street, only a few minutes' walk away, and you can help digest your food there at the same time.

After passing the fifth window full of warmth, Chen Qian could see the small red brick building waving at him.

The knuckles in the felt gloves curled up, and he held the gifts a little tighter, and a breath of white mist dissipated under the street light.

It was so cold outside that he walked much faster, as if he was jogging, but he slowed down after a few steps.

He saw a figure in the corner, not very obvious. If it weren't for the flickering firelight in front of him, Chen Qian might not have noticed him.

Feeling a little confused, Chen Qian pretended to glance at him casually.

Is it someone who lives in the same building as him? But why doesn't he go in?

Or was he here waiting for someone? He wasn't home on Christmas Eve, so he went to wait for someone downstairs in an apartment building? That was really strange.

Watching the flickering firelight, Chen Qian rubbed the key between his felt gloves. He was determined to open the door and get in before the man could react.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs in front of the door, the fire suddenly went out. Chen Qian's heart began to beat fast, and he couldn't help but run forward and stepped onto the first step...

Well... didn't set foot on it.

Chen Qian stopped at the bottom of the stairs and couldn't move forward. There was a hand restraining his arm and he couldn't break free.

Many of the movies I watched a few days ago were horror movies. The thrilling plots all came to my mind at this moment, flashing in my mind one after another. Under such stimulation, Chen Qian's heart almost stopped.

But... that hand exerted force and pulled Chen Qian's unstable body.

My uneasy heart suddenly calmed down and started bubbling as if a grain of baking soda had fallen into it.

Chen Qian's face turned a little red from the cold wind. He suddenly moved closer to a warm place, and the cold air on his face was still fighting against the warmth. He felt numb and itchy, and there was a familiar smell of nicotine in his nostrils. Two arms were holding him tightly around his waist.

"Why are you running?" Chen Qian heard the man ask himself.

"It's too late, I'm a little scared." Chen Qian replied him.

"Baby, I'm so cold. Where have you been and why are you so late?" he asked again.

"Then let's go in first. It's too windy here." Chen Qian gently pushed away the person in front of him, took off his felt gloves, took his cold hand, and led him up the stairs.

Chen Qian pushed open the door to Room 303 and turned on the switch beside it. The key was casually hanging on the small hook on the switch. He bent down and took out a pair of spare slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them on the floor. Then he stood up straight, his eyebrows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth raised. He said, "Come in."

Chen Qian wanted to label this moment as the most beautiful moment of life in Denmark, because at this moment Chi Mu, wearing his favorite coat, was changing his shoes in front of the door of this small apartment.

"Baby, I miss you so much." Chi Mu put on the slightly smaller pair of slippers, closed the door, and leaned towards him.

He wrapped his coat around Chen Qian's down jacket, and the two of them took two unsteady steps before falling onto the light green sofa together.