After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 399 The younger sister wants to hit the elder brother
The New Year seems to be coming very quickly this year.

Busy and busy, it’s another year.

As a tradition in previous years, the brothers spent New Year's Eve at their own homes, and only gathered in the rose garden on the second day of the new year.

A few years ago, Nansong always traveled between Beicheng and Nancheng. The Yu family invited her to celebrate the New Year at the Yu family, so she didn't have to go back to Nancheng.

Nan Song declined, but returned to Nancheng, taking Nan Sancai and Yan Yuan back to the rose garden.

For the New Year's Eve dinner, Nan Song put on an apron and cooked a big meal herself.

Chicken, duck, and fish are all available.

Yan Yuan likes to eat Chinese food very much, and his eyes light up when he eats.

This was his first time eating Nan Song's cooking, and he didn't realize how delicious her cooking was.

Nan Song came out of the kitchen carrying a plate.

She always wears something festive during the Chinese New Year. She is wearing a red Hanfu today, with her long hair tied back with a wooden hairpin. She looks like a beautiful woman coming out of an ancient painting.

"It's so hot that I'm sweating profusely."

As soon as Nan Song said this, Yan Yuan handed over the handkerchief.

It's a blue silk scarf.

Nan Song was immediately stunned, "Brother Yan, you still carry a handkerchief with you."

She didn't use it to wipe her sweat, but unfolded the square handkerchief and looked at the embroidered patterns on it, feeling very strange.

"The embroidery on this is Manchu?"

Yan Yuan said softly, "Yes", "It's my name. Mother embroidered it."

"This embroidery work is really good."

Nan Song carefully stroked the needlework on it, and Butler Zhao came up and took a look, "Well, it's quite good. This is Shu embroidery."

"Yes." Yan Yuan said, "My mother learned it from an old nanny. That nanny also learned Shu embroidery from her ancestors."

"I see."

Nan Song smiled and returned the handkerchief to him, "Such a good thing is wasted just for wiping sweat. Brother Yan, put it away."

She pulled out two pieces of paper and wiped her sweat. "You guys eat first. There is also a soup. It will be ready soon."

Yan Yuan looked at her figure entering the kitchen again, holding the handkerchief in her hand, and disappointment flashed in her light gray eyes.

I forgot to mention just now, he has never used this veil.

Nan Sancai took a sip of white wine and said with a smile: "Xiaoyan, you may not know that in China, men are not allowed to give close-fitting handkerchiefs to women casually."

Yan Yuan was confused, "Why not?"

"Because handkerchiefs are also regarded as a kind of love token."

Nan Sancai said: "If you give it away, if she accepts it or keeps it, it means she is interested in you. The same goes for a woman giving it to a man."

Yan Yuan's eyes flashed, "Ah, is that so?"

"do not think too much."

Luo Junheng shook the red wine glass in his hand and looked at Yan Yuan, "She doesn't have so many twists and turns in her mind. She just thinks you are dirty."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Is he dirty?
A big table full of New Year’s Eve dinner, Nan Song cooked more but ate less.

Whenever the holiday season, think twice.

The thinner the family, the more it reminded her of the days when her parents were at home. Although eating dog food made her want to vomit, it was still really lively.

Mom always has all kinds of wild ideas in her mind and takes pleasure in tossing them, and she won't let them idle even during the Chinese New Year.

Her father was also willing to cooperate with her, but he had to drag her along to cooperate.

Sometimes I can play mahjong all night long, and the more I play, the more energetic I become.

Alas, she has not yet reached her mother's age, but her heart is already old.

There is always a habit of staying up late during the Chinese New Year. The Spring Festival Gala is played on the TV, and the pattern is the same every year. In previous years, Nan Song didn't bother to watch it, but this year she watched it seriously.

Yan Yuan sat on the sofa next to him, sitting upright and looking very seriously, his brows slightly furrowed.

Country T does not have New Year customs. This was also his first time watching the Spring Festival Gala. He did not understand many of the jokes, so he tried hard to listen and understand.Nan Song was looking drowsy, but when he turned around and saw the serious look on Yan Yuan's face, he smiled.

For those who didn’t know, I thought he was watching some military-themed documentary.

"Brother Yan, aren't you sleepy?"

Yan Yuan finally turned his attention from the TV to Nan Song and shook his head slightly, "Not too sleepy."

Nan Song looked at his somewhat reserved look and secretly cursed his eldest brother for being unreliable. He didn't treat his friend and brother-in-law well, so he went upstairs to sleep in his own room.

"Let's chat for a while."

Otherwise, I don’t know how I would spend this long night.

Yan Yuan's light gray eyes glowed with lavender light under the white lamp. They looked very beautiful, as if they were wearing colored contact lenses.

He nodded, "How to talk?"

"..."

Nan Song was a little speechless and couldn't have an awkward conversation, so he had to say: "Let's play a game."

She thought for a while and asked the servants next to her who were already playing a game of shoot, shoot, and me, "Do you have any coins?"

Several female dolls touched their bodies. Not many people carry cash with them these days, let alone coins.

"Hey, I have it here."

A maid touched a golden coin and said, "Miss, can I have a fifty-cent coin?"

Nan Song looked at the fifty-cent coin and couldn't help but stiffen.

"I'll give you fifty cents, so there's no need to look for it."

Once upon a time, when she and Yu Jinwen divorced, he came to Beicheng to find her, and she sent him away with a fifty-cent coin.

Thinking of this, Nan Song felt that he was quite capable at that time and smiled.

Yan Yuan paused when he saw the smile on her lips.

Her smile tonight was always faint, with the corners of her mouth just slightly pursed when she smiled. It was not like this smile, it was happiness from the bottom of her heart.

What did she think of?
Who did she think of?

"Enough, give it to me."

Nan Song asked for the fifty-cent coin, tossed it in his hand, turned to look at Yan Yuan, "Come on."

"The game is very simple. This coin has two sides. One person chooses one side. Which side is turned over, the other person will ask questions and he will answer."

Seeing Yan Yuan's somewhat confused look, she explained it to him again in English.

Yan Yuan nodded, "I understand, I choose the flower."

"Okay, then I'll be the number."

Nan Song threw it in the air, and clapped it in the palm of his hand with a "pop" sound. When he opened it, the two people looked at it at the same time. It was a flower.

"OK, let me ask you."

Nan Song thought for a while and decided to ask a refreshing question, "You have been with my eldest brother for so many years, have you ever wanted to strangle him to death?"

Yan Yuan listened carefully and answered seriously, "It won't be possible to strangle him to death, but there are times when I want to beat him."

"right."

Nan Song found the feeling of a confidant and lowered his voice and whispered: "I sometimes feel that he deserves a beating."

Yan Yuan thought for a while, "Why don't I wait until I recover from my injuries, tie him up and let you beat him up?"

"..."

Nan Song held back her laughter, "Can't you do it now?"

Yan Yuan looked serious and said slowly: "The injury is not healed yet, so the fighting ability may not be that strong and I can't beat him."

"Pfft, hahaha..."

Nan Song couldn't help laughing and fell on the sofa.

The servants were frightened and turned their heads. Is the eldest lady crazy?
(End of this chapter)