Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

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[Lu Yubai: Did you agree?

Huo Ci: How could it be possible, it is absolutely impossible for Lao Tzu to agree to this marriage!

Rong Yin: Then what kind of New Year's Eve dinner do you have with others? Isn't the New Year's Eve dinner just as a family?

Jiang Zhe: He is afraid that he admits that he does not admit it in his heart.

Yan Yuanfei: The sixth child, A Yan is pretty good, so you can't find him such an excellent son-in-law. Just remind you that there is no such shop in this village.

Huo Ci: The beauty of thinking, whoever wants to, give birth to a girl, let him be your son-in-law.

Rong Yin: If I had a girl, I would really think about it.

Xiao Qi came out with the prepared yogurt, first gave Huo Ci a cup and then Nangong Lengyu a cup.

Huo Ci went on to post pictures, showing off the girl's craftsmanship, which aroused the envy of the group, and felt more satisfied in his heart.

At the end of the party, the New Year's Eve bell rang. The old year passed and the new year was ushered in.

Xiaoqiwo was in Huo Ci’s arms, her little head nodded, she was sleepy, but she was still watching TV with great energy, and when she heard the New Year’s Eve bell, her eyes widened and she jumped with excitement. , The first blessing: "Happy New Year!"

Ling Sheng's eyes were a little hot. Looking at the people around her, it was great. It was good to have someone she cares about to accompany her New Year's Eve. If her grandparents were there, it would be complete.

As soon as zero o'clock passed, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers came to my mind. It was very lively. Standing by the window, you could see the beautiful fireworks in the sky.

Huo Ci had just entered the bathroom and found that he didn't take the bathrobe. When he turned around, he saw the smelly girl took a thick coat, and walked out like a thief, coughing, "Why are you going?"

Ling Sheng just saw her father go to the bathroom. It would take more than ten minutes to take a bath. He didn't expect that his front foot would go in and his back foot would come out. He stood up calmly, absolutely not showing any guilty conscience, looking at him with a grin. A sweet smile: "I'll go to the doctor to ask about Xiao Qi's condition."

Huo Ci believed that she had a ghost. She went to the doctor next door and held such a thick down jacket. She froze to death the ghost: "There is heating outside, and there is also the doctor's office."

Ling Sheng put down the down jacket under her father's death gaze, smiling with crooked eyebrows: "Dad, I'll be back soon, Xiao Qi is asleep, you don't need to worry about washing it slowly."

She now suspects that her father was deliberate. She was caught by him just as she was about to go out. It really made her doubt whether he has mind-reading skills or the ability to predict.

Huo Ci watched her leave pretending to be nonchalant, and she really looked alike, sneered with her lips, stinky girl, don't think he doesn't know, go out for a private meeting!

Xiao Qi was sleeping, and no one was watching. Otherwise, he would have to follow up to see what the three grandsons of the old man were doing.

Ling Sheng was about to freeze to death. Her father was not allowed to take the down jacket. In order to dispel his suspicion, she did not dare to take it, so she wore a woolen sweater.

Out of the rooftop door, her teeth were trembling with the cold, and the cold wind blew over, and the blood condensed into ice.

It was dark, and nothing was seen, and the ground was quite clean. The point was that the man who asked her over was not there yet.

Ling Sheng took a few steps forward with his arms and neck curled, and his teeth trembled and shouted, "San Ye, where are you San Ye?"

It was very quiet, except for the whistling of the north wind, only her voice was left, the tail trembling coldly, and was quickly blown away by the cold wind.

"San Ye?" Ling Sheng shouted again, wondering if she had gone in the wrong place, not the rooftop of this side, but the rooftop of the hospital building for sister Yu.

I subconsciously wanted to find the mobile phone, but later realized that the mobile phone also fell in the pocket of the down jacket.

Just about to turn around and go back into the corridor, she suddenly saw the void in front of her, and suddenly there were countless flashing neon lights, which surrounded her whole person.

The red neon lights form the shape of a blossoming rose, which is beautiful like a dreamlike scene.

Her body suddenly warmed, and she put on a big down jacket. The man hugged her from behind, encircling her in the warm chest.

Before Ling Sheng had time to speak, he saw the sky in front of him and suddenly exploded beautiful fireworks to form the four characters of Happy New Year. As he warmed his body, his heart also warmed up, and the corners of his lips were unconsciously aroused. Radians.

The clear smell on the man's body spreads to the tip of his nose, and the air is a bit cold. He is attached to her ear, and his magnetic voice is a little dumb: "Miss Ling, Happy New Year."

Ling Sheng turned around, cuddled his feet and looked up at the man with his eyes down. His handsome face became more confusing under the red light. He smiled sweetly: "Mr. Jun, Happy New Year."

Jun Shiyan lowered his eyes slightly, just touching her forehead with her forehead, and the two of them could breathe, and they could feel the girl’s long eyelashes sweeping over her eyebrows, itching across her heart: "I hope every future During the Spring Festival, I will be the first person to tell you a happy new year."

Ling Sheng smiled, his weak boneless hand nodded on his chest, and the eyebrows were smiling: "Mr. Jun, you are late this year, Xiao Qi is the first one."

Jun Shiyan laughed lowly, and couldn't help but gently rubbed it on her lips: "He doesn't count."

Ling Sheng felt the numbness on his lips, as if a feather swept across his heart, and said with a smile: "Why don't it count."

Jun Shiyan's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he hugged the little girl tightly. He felt the soft temperature on her body, and his voice was childish: "It doesn't count anyway."

Ling Sheng was nestled in his arms, his waist was tightly held by the man, and he protested in a low voice: "Mr. Jun, I want to see roses and fireworks."

Jun Shiyan clasped her shoulders and made her turn around, and circled her from behind again, with his chin resting on top of her head, his voice was extremely sexy: "Look like this."

In the sky, I don't know when there will be snow again, and the swirling snowflakes were dyed into pink by the neon lights, and hovered down around the two of them.

The picture is beautiful like a romantic picture. The handsome man encircles the little woman in his arms, and even the all-pervasive snowflakes cannot get close to her.