C884 He Gently Touched It but Didn't dare to Continue
C884 He Gently Touched It but Didn't dare to Continue
Xiao Pei used to live alone and basically knew how to cook, but it was his first time making dumplings.
The two of them prepared the ingredients for the filling in the kitchen before starting work.
It was also Gong Moyan's first time making dumplings. Therefore, the dumplings on the chopping board had all kinds of shapes and shapes. They were tilted and fell, and it was very funny.
When the dumplings were put into the pot, the two of them felt a little helpless.
Because not long after, some of the dumplings had their skin torn and the dumplings were revealed. The water that was used to boil the dumplings was dyed with the color of chives.
In the end, only a third of the dumplings could be eaten.
But luckily, it was wrapped quite well. Thus, both of them were full.
Finally, Xiao Pei went to wash the dishes and clean up. Gong Moyan sat outside and watched TV.
The water in the kitchen was washing. Xiao Pei tidied up the utensils and wiped his hands. When he walked to the door, he saw the girl on the sofa watching the television with a smile.
He did not know what the television was broadcasting. He only felt that at this moment, he could no longer suppress some kind of emotion in his heart. It filled his chest.
Ever since his parents passed away, he had been alone during the New Year.
Although he later became a company with Xu Xingzhou and the others, Xu Xingzhou and the other two had family members. They were reunited at the same family during the new year.
Only he, every night, looked at the lights in the room. There would always be an indescribable feeling of confusion.
And now, there was only one more person in the house, the girl he liked. All of a sudden, it was as if she had become vivid and beautiful.
Xiao Pei walked to Gong Moyan's side and sat down. She turned her head and was about to tell him about the skit she just saw when he hugged her tightly in his arms.
Hence, she suddenly forgot what she wanted to say just now. Gong Moyan only felt her mind go blank.
Xiao Pei hugged her just like that and buried his head in her shoulder. He did not say anything.
His arms tightened, making her completely fall into his embrace. The skit in the television was still going on, but no one listened anymore.
After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Pei slowly let go of Gong Moyan.
Her cheeks were a little red, and the tip of her ears had turned pink.
His voice was a little hoarse. "Moyan, thank you for accompanying me today."
Gong Moyan instantly understood his feelings and looked up, "Mr Xiao Pei, I will always accompany you."
Xiao Pei's throat rolled. His eyes were very deep. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. He gently touched it but did not dare to go too deep.
Her heart was beating like thunder. Just this simple kiss made her feel as if all the strength in her body had been sucked away.
Xiao Pei sniffed Gong Moyan's breath and used all his willpower to leave her slightly.
He sat up again and pulled her hand over. His ten fingers were tightly clenched. "Moyan, let's watch the Lantern Festival gala."
"Yes." Gong Moyan nodded. Because she was shy, she did not dare to look at Xiao Pei.
There were some things that everyone knew. After all, they were at his house today. No matter what they did, it seemed to be more intimate. A vague taste.
At the same time, a man and a woman were pressing down the road.
Soong Ziheng had returned on New Year's Eve. Although he was in his room, he still had a lot of things to do.
The Haisheng was going to release new products after the New Year's Eve, so many preparations had to be done in advance.
Therefore, during the New Year, he spent most of the time on the phone and all kinds of emails.
Today was the Lantern Festival. According to the plan, he would take a plane back to Ningcheng tomorrow to prepare for the Haisheng's press conference.
During the day, he and Soong Yiren, Gong Lingye, went to Gong's Mansion together.
It was only after lunch that he received a call.
Huyan Dieh's voice came from the phone, "Mr Ziheng, you go outside."
Soong Ziheng was puzzled. "What is it?"
"You can just walk to the open air!" Huyan Dieh seemed to be outside, and there was an obvious sound of wind coming from her side.
Soong Ziheng did not know what she was doing, but he still replied, "Okay, wait a moment."
He put on his jacket and came out and said, "Xiao Die, I'm outside."
"Then look at the sky" Huyan Dieh said again.
Soong Ziheng raised his eyes and looked at the blue sky. He did not know what Huyan Dieh wanted him to look at.
However, just as he was about to ask her directly, a flying butterfly suddenly appeared in his line of sight.
The butterfly was the size of an adult's palm, and its wings were the color of orange, blue, purple, and rose. It flapped its wings and flew towards him.
The moment Soong Ziheng saw it clearly, he recognized it. It was a butterfly that Huyan Dieh had drawn in a practice book.
He maintained the image of holding a phone until the butterfly stopped in front of him. It flapped its wings and its eyes were bright.
Then, a girl's voice came from the butterfly's speaker. "Mr Ziheng, happy Lantern Festival!"
The butterfly speaker was obviously synchronized with his earpiece. Therefore, Huyan Dieh's light voice had a sound effect that surrounded the stereo.
Soong Ziheng could not help but raise the corner of his lips and reach out to the butterfly, "Xiao Die, Happy Lantern Festival."
The butterfly stopped in his palm and retracted its wings.
Soong Ziheng did not know when Huyan Dieh asked the factory to make this mechanical butterfly for her. But obviously, because the lines were simple, it did not have many intelligent functions.
"Mr Ziheng, don't you want the little butterfly to help you find its cute owner?" The girl's voice sounded again.
"Alright." Soong Ziheng smiled and gently patted the butterfly's wings. "Little butterfly, lead the way!"
So, the butterfly flapped its wings again and flew up. It did not fly very fast, just like how adults walked. It just led the way in front of Soong Ziheng.
The greenery in the villa area was very good. However, in February, the leaves had fallen off long ago, and there was no time for new sprouts. On the branches, there was still some snow that had passed through the world.
Soong Ziheng walked through the snow. Finally, a girl wearing a red down jacket appeared in his sight from afar.
The butterfly seemed to know that she did not need to lead the way anymore, so it stopped on Soong Ziheng's shoulder and walked in front of Huyan Dieh with him.
The girl waved at him. Her face was slightly red from the cold, but her eyes were crystal clear.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and snow fell from the surrounding trees. The ears on the girl's scarf were lifted, but she was still waving at him. Her smile seemed to be filled with sunshine.
At this moment, Soong Ziheng felt as if his heart had been hit by something.
He quickened his steps and arrived in front of Huyan Dieh.
"Why did you come to Imperial City?" He asked.
Her family was in Ning Country, two thousand kilometers away from here.
"Ya, aren't you happy to see me?" Huyan Dieh looked sad. "Didn't he say that he wanted to bring you back to Ningcheng? That's why he came. "
Soong Ziheng received a message from Huyan Dieh yesterday. He said he would return to Ningcheng on the sixteenth of the first month. She said she would pick him up.
He didn't expect that she would pick him up with such a meaning.
He looked at the girl's ears, which had turned red from the cold. Soong Ziheng asked, "Not cold?"
"It's cold." Huyan Dieh jumped up and down, "It's so cold."
Soong Ziheng felt a little helpless. He took off the woof hat he was wearing and put it on Huyan Dieh's head.
Suddenly, she felt her head was surrounded by warmth. The man's body temperature went along his skin and went straight into her heart.
After a moment, Huyan Dieh reacted. "No way. Your hat is dark blue, it doesn't match my clothes... Besides, your hat is male. I don't look good wearing it."
It looks good. " Soong Ziheng interrupted her with an unquestionable tone. "I said you look good, so you look good."