Dressed as a bully and always finds her boyfriend

When Ding Wei saw the latest message from Wen Zheyan, he subconsciously wanted to stop, but Yan Rong grabbed his wrist.

Yan Rong said lightly: "Let me see."

Ding Wei: "..."

Ding Wei was expressionless, and said in his heart, Mr. Wen Xiao, you must take it easy when you speak next.In case something should not be said, you may be about to blossom.

Wen Zheyan had no idea that Ding Wei was standing beside Yan Rong, and he showed Yan Rong the content of the news.

He didn't have the slightest sense of crisis, and was still happily typing: "Brother, do you know the name of a kind of toffee that Yan Rong ate before?"

toffee?

Ding Wei was slightly taken aback.

He thought that Wen Zheyan wanted to ask him for something, but he didn't expect to ask Toffee.

But... Has Yan Rong ever eaten toffee?

Maybe not.

At least Ding Wei has never seen it.

There is nothing that cannot be said about this question, Ding Weigang wanted to reply to Wen Zheyan, but Yan Rong grabbed his wrist, he felt Yan Rong's hand tightened, he froze for a moment, and asked: "What do you want to say, Mr. Yan? "

"Tell him that the brand is Milk Rabbit."

Ding Wei: "???"

and many more……

Mr. Yan, do you still eat toffee?

Ding Wei was shocked, but Mr. Yan said so, and Ding Wei replied in the same way.

Yan Rong didn't explain much.

He lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Yan Yan asked Toffee.

He regained his memory.

——At least the part of the memory about the toffee has been restored.

He can finally...

It's a good kiss.

……

Wen Zheyan didn't know that he had been exposed.

When he received the news, he thanked him happily. After looking in the bag, he found that he had already bought the brand of milk rabbit, so he put the rest back and weighed it with the bag in his hand.

Afterwards, Wen Zheyan, who was pushing the trolley, found Cai Xuanpeng and Kang Rong who were selected in the Latiao area.

The three wandered around the supermarket a few times, bought some fruit, and went home after checking out.

When walking out of the supermarket, Cai Xuanpeng said 'ah': "It's snowing."

Wen Zheyan looked up.

There is no wind today, and large flakes of goose-feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky, slowly fall to the ground, and melt into water.

The snow began to fall about when Wen Zheyan and the others entered the supermarket. In just a short while, a shallow layer had already fallen on the roofs, car roofs, and some steps that no one had passed by.

Cai Xuanpeng was very excited: "I said the weather forecast wouldn't lie to me! Sure enough, it's snowing! At this speed, we can have a snowball fight tomorrow morning!"

"Get up early tomorrow!"

Wen Zheyan was also very happy and said, "Our family is going to visit relatives on the first day of the Lunar New Year. The two of you will come with us and drive there in an hour. Before we leave, we will play downstairs."

"it is good!"

Neither of them was shy, and both agreed.

The three of them drove home, and Zou Ying had already made lunch.

The three of Wen Zheyan bought a lot of things, and one of them entered the door with a big bag in his hand.

"I'm freezing to death." Wen Zheyan wailed, "Mom and Dad, it's snowing outside——"

"It's snowing. It's a good thing. The auspicious snow heralds a good year." Zou Ying said, and snorted softly, "You, you should go out more often. If you don't have a job, you will probably become that... an otaku .”

"Now he's an otaku too." Wen Zheyan said.

"Yo, are you quite proud?" Zou Ying saw Wen Zheyan passing by, and lightly patted Wen Zheyan on the head.

She smiled and looked at Cai Xuanpeng and Kang Rong: "Sit down, I asked Yan Yan before, you two have nothing to avoid, I just made some casually, everyone will make dumplings together in the afternoon, and eat dumplings at night."

"Good auntie!"

"Thank you auntie."

When Wen Zheyan's family hadn't become an upstart, Zou Ying even served dishes to others. She learned a few things from the chef, and the food she cooked was very authentic.

Cai Xuanpeng and Kang Rong ate and praised, and Wen Zheyan joined in the fun and also praised, making Zou Ying so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear.

In the afternoon, Wen Dahai made noodles and chopped dumpling fillings himself. At around five o'clock, the three big boys were pressed in front of the TV to make dumplings.

Kang Rong knows how to make bags, but Cai Xuanpeng doesn't. Kang Rong sits aside and teaches him.

Wen Zheyan rolled the dumpling wrappers by himself.

Cai Xuanpeng has a high attainment in music, but his ability to learn how to make dumplings is not so strong.

After wrapping it for a long time, Cai Xuanpeng finally came up with a four-dimensional image. Cai Xuanpeng was still complacent: "Look, am I awesome?"

"...Look at Kang Rong, and then at you, do you have the nerve to say that?" Wen Zheyan struck mercilessly.

Cai Xuanpeng: "Huh."

This guy couldn't stay idle while cooking, so he got up from his seat after a while, shot a small video, and broadcast it live to Ren Hang: "Look, this is the dumpling made by my uncle, is it awesome? Yan Yan is rolling it Pi, this technique is proficient, and you can tell by looking at it that you often work."

Cai Xuanpeng gave Wen Zheyan a close-up.

Wen Zheyan: "...don't delay my work."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Yan Yan is too confused. Come on, brother Ren Hang, look at your brother Kang Rong's dumplings. Are they so cute? I suspect that he was a dumpling master in his previous life." Cai Xuanpeng went to harass Kang Rong again.

Kang Rong: "You are the dumpling master."

Zou Ying smiled and listened to some people bickering, and said with some regret: "I knew I would give birth to a younger brother for you. There are many children in the family, so it seems to be quite fun."

Wen Zheyan blinked: "Believe me, when you really give birth, you won't say such things."

Zou Ying laughed loudly: "You are the only one who is poor."

When the dumplings were almost wrapped, Zou Ying took the wrapped dumplings and put them down.

After a while, a pot of dumplings was cooked.

"Eat and eat!"

Everyone gathered at the table lively, eating while watching TV.

During this period of time, the Spring Festival Gala had not yet started, and because setting off firecrackers was strictly prohibited, there was no lively atmosphere like when she was a child, but this was Wen Zheyan's best and most lively year in recent years.

He ate the dumplings with a familiar taste, and his eyes were inexplicably moist.

... This taste is never tasted by dumplings bought outside.

It is the taste of home.

Because of the words of the master, Wen Zheyan automatically interpreted all the things in the previous life as parallel worlds, or another comic book.

In that world, Wen Zheyan's parents left early, and after living with relatives for several years, Wen Zheyan really didn't want to look at others, and began to learn to rely on himself.And every new year, when other people's families are reunited, Wen Zheyan is the loneliest time.

This year is different.

He finally escaped from that nightmare place and came to this warm place.

His family and friends are still alive.

He has one more...

Boy friend.

Wen Zheyan suddenly felt an impulse.

The urge to talk to Yan Rong.

He took out his mobile phone, opened the dialog box with Yan Rong, looked at it for a while, but finally said nothing.

Forget it.

Let's talk about it at twelve o'clock.

At that time, chatting with Yan Rong was not awkward.

Wen Zheyan thought to herself.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Spring Festival Gala officially began.

While the host was reading the congratulatory speech, Wen Zheyan placed all the snacks and other things that he bought earlier on the coffee table, and everyone nestled together, eating melon seeds and watching the Spring Festival Gala, and their mobile phones kept ringing.

Ren Hang sent a red envelope in the group.

Cai Xuanpeng: "Chong Duck - I must have a share of this red envelope!"

Cai Xuanpeng: "Grass, two cents, Ren Hang, are you human?"

Wen Zheyan: "I stole a full eight yuan, hehehe."

Cai Xuanpeng stretched his neck to look at Wen Zheyan's interface: "Are you lucky too?"

Wen Zheyan smiled, and sent out a red envelope of 888. It was also a pleasure to listen to Cai Xuanpeng crying and howling to grab the red envelope. Soft to the touch.

Ning Yanqing received Wen Zheyan's 888 and sent him back 6666: "Happy New Year."

Wen Zheyan: "Grass, brother, from today on you are my real brother!"

Ning Yanqing: "...Get lost."

From Ning Yanqing's voice, Wen Zheyan vaguely heard Li Wei's voice: "Wen Zheyan wants to be your younger brother?"

Wen Zheyan couldn't help laughing.

"This year's Spring Festival Gala is not bad, but the best part is indeed a few sketches." Zou Ying commented.

Wen Dahai nodded: "Yes, but I think those dancers are pretty good."

Zou Ying glanced at the three children on the sofa, and said with a smile, "I think there are several celebrities going up to sing. I don't know when, the three children in our family will also be able to go for a walk in the Spring Festival Gala."

"Sure!" Cai Xuanpeng said, "Uncle, Auntie, who is this? This is the champion of Morning Light!"

Kang Rong pushed him: "Don't make trouble. I'm just getting started."

Cai Xuanpeng added: "Yanyan's TV series are also very popular! Many young girls like Yanyan. After a few years, the popularity will increase, and I will definitely be able to appear in the Spring Festival Gala!"

There is no parent who does not like to hear their children being praised by others.

Both Zou Ying and Wen Dahai couldn't help laughing.

The happy time flies by.

Wen Zheyan had Yan Rong in his heart, so he clicked on Yan Rong's chat interface from time to time, but Yan Rong remained silent.

this person...

Wouldn't it be because you are abroad that you forget that today is the Chinese New Year's Eve in China?

Wen Zheyan looked at the phone frequently, and finally, when it was approaching twelve o'clock, he became a little impatient.

He was just about to send a message to Yan Rong when suddenly the phone vibrated.

Yan Rong: "What do you want to say to me? I've been typing for a while."

Wen Zheyan's hands trembled, and the phone was almost thrown out.

Wen Zheyan was thin-skinned, just seeing this sentence, he felt a little embarrassed, his ears were a little red, his eyes wandered to the coffee table, he took out a toffee and ate it.

The rich milky smell filled Wen Zheyan's mouth.

too sweet.

...but the taste is similar to the memory.

Wen Zheyan didn't know how to reply to Yan Rong, so he simply sent someone a red envelope of 888, and said businesslike, "Happy New Year!"

A video call interface suddenly appeared.

Wen Zheyan became nervous.

He was half paralyzed on the sofa, but when he saw this, he propped his hands on the side, sat up a little more, secretly looked around, and found that the people next to him were busy watching TV or mobile phones, and no one was paying attention, so he put on the earphones on, click connect.

The phone interface paused, and then Yan Rong's handsome face appeared.

Yan Rong is walking.

His mobile phone was flickering, very unstable, the background was dark night, and the lights from high places entered, turning into a big ball of light, reflecting the slowly falling snowflakes.He didn't wear a hat, and some white snow fell on his head, some of which turned into water droplets, which shone brightly under the light.

Wen Zheyan blinked.

Before he had time to ask where Yan Rong was, Yan Rong took the lead and said, "Guess where I am."

After finishing speaking, Yan Rong didn't wait for Wen Zheyan to answer.

He turned around, and the screen on the phone also turned 180 degrees, and a small villa building with lights behind Yan Rong came into the mirror.

Wen Zheyan: "!!!"