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Chapter 931 Celebrating New Year's Eve Together
Back in Kaicheng, time seems to have returned to the past, following the rules, not worrying about accidents, and not expecting surprises to come as plain as water.

The past two months have been like never existed.

On such a day, time passed extremely quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the end of the new year.

Every year when the Chinese New Year is approaching, Qiao Yihao (Joe Yimo’s half-brother) always calls to ask if Qiao Yimo wants to celebrate the New Year together. stop sending messages
The phone asked her repeatedly until after New Year's Eve.

This year is no exception.

Therefore, Qiao Yimo's mobile phone no longer only has meaningless push notifications before New Year's Eve.

What's a little different is that this year, apart from Qiao Yihao's daily news, there are also text messages from someone from time to time, each with only a few words.

As for a certain chubby paper she misses.

Due to the case of Ghost Shadow and Sudden's lawsuit for custody rights, for some reason, there has been no official court session in the past few months, so the Hu family has been stranded in Tongshi at this time.

Both Jingyao and Keke are in the stage of schooling, and the case has never made any definite progress, and the two children can't stay at home all the time, so Su Zhiqi arranged for the two little guys to study in Chunyu temporarily.

It may be due to the differences in education models at home and abroad, the two little ones need to adapt, or maybe... the two elders of the Hu family do not want her to have more contact with Jing Yao.

In the past few months, Qiao Yimo and Jing Yao's contact has changed from once a day, to once a week, to once a month... and today, counting it, they have not opened a video for a month and a half.

Although Qiao Yimo missed Jingyao very much, but she was so scrupled that the elders of the Hu family would not like her, so she always refrained from disturbing her.

She had less contact with Jing Yao, but the other little girl kept in touch with her diligently.

Qiao Yimo and Xiaosheng used this special way of "meeting" through the screen. Although there were many times, the time each time was very short.

Xiaosheng can't understand sign language, coupled with weak constitution and poor immunity, she lags behind children of the same age in learning and cognition, so she doesn't know many words.

Qiao Yimo tried her best to express in words she could understand, but there was always inconvenience.

The obstacles to communicating with each other, and Xiaosheng's body is too weak, even chatting like this requires a lot of energy, so the video time between the two of them hardly exceeds half an hour each time.

About Xiaosheng's physical condition, Qiao Yimo once tried to ask Mu Qingxun, but Mu Qingxun was very repulsed by it. Whenever she asked about Xiaosheng's condition, Qiao Yimo could feel the pain in his body through the microphone and the screen. out

Cold and gloomy.

Over time, Qiao Yimo didn't dare to ask any more questions.

But she vaguely understood in her heart that Xiaosheng's situation might not be optimistic.

Hmm... Qiao Yimo is not quite sure about the specific situation of Sudden and Ghost.

Occasionally, he would suddenly take the initiative to contact her. Whenever this time, it was suddenly more... normal and seemed to be in a good mood.

Based on this, Qiao Yimo really dare not say that she is gradually returning to normal.

However, judging from Hu Zhiqi's contact with her from time to time, and the results of her asking him, the sudden situation is not good, but it is still a lot worse than the previous trance.

Generally speaking, it can only be regarded as good and bad.

Of course, there is only one ghost image that is decisive for whether the sudden situation is good or bad.

……

The 29th day of the twelfth lunar month is the holiday stipulated by the hospital.

In the afternoon, Qiao Yimo finished the work in hand and planned to leave work.

Before the person stood up from his seat, a familiar figure in a hurry flashed in.

Qiao Yimo, "..."

"Xiaomo, today is a holiday, tomorrow is thirty, you come to my house for dinner."

Yang Qian patted the table in front of Qiao Yimo and said with a smile.

"...don't leave it, sir."

Qiao Yimo was a little helpless.

"Don't you want it again? Xiaomo, tell yourself, have you been working in the hospital for the past few years, have I asked you to come to my house every year at [-]?"

Yang Qian stared at Qiao Yimo, feeling unhappy, "But you reject me every time, every time!"

Grinning, Qiao Yimo took out the red envelope that she had prepared earlier from her bag, and stuffed it into Yang Qian's hand, "This is the lucky money for the little guy."

"If you don't go to my house, my good grandson doesn't want your red envelope either. Take it away."

Yang Qian pouted like a child.

Joey sweated profusely, "Director~"

Yang Qian frowned, and stared at Qiao Yimo seriously, "Xiao Mo, come to my house to celebrate the New Year this year, huh?"

Qiao Yimo pulled Yang Qian's hand with a smile, and quietly stuffed the red envelope into it, "Director, thank you for remembering me at this time of year, but I'm used to being alone... I won't go at thirty , I will give it to you in the second day of junior high school

pay a New Year call. "

"I'm still used to being alone."

Yang Qian poked Qiao Yimo's eyebrows, "Really, I have never seen anyone who is more stubborn than you!"

"After the new year, I will be thirty, and I don't dare to be a girl."

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips and smiled softly.

Yang Qian looked at Qiao Yimo's white, clean, round and small face, which always had a soft smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, and sighed in her heart.

……

After coming out of the hospital, Qiao Yimo bought a lucky letter on the side of the road and went home with it.

When he got home, Qiao Yimo found double-sided tape and pasted the word "Fu" on the door panel upside down. Then he went into the kitchen and turned on a low fire to cook soup.

Taking advantage of the time to cook the soup, I cleaned up the inside and outside of the house, threw the things that should be cleaned into the laundry bucket, and soaked in the laundry tank of the laundry tank.

Everything was tidied up and the soup was ready.

Qiao Yimo didn't cook any other dishes. He took out the dried pickled peppers and radishes he had made from the refrigerator, put them on the table in the courtyard, and started eating.

However, Qiao Yimo had just drank less than half of a bowl of soup when the door knocked from outside.

Qiao Yimo was in a daze, and looked at the door in confusion.

knock knock...

Someone really knocked on the door!

Qiao Yimo blinked, put down the soup in his hand, got up, walked to the door, and opened it.

A gust of wind rushed over in an instant, his body was suddenly curled up, and his soft chest hit him unprepared, causing Qiao Yimo to gasp, and hurriedly hid back with his chest in his chest.

But the power around her waist and back held her even tighter.

Qiao Yimo didn't even catch her breath, her face was blushing.

With both feet in the air, Qiao Yimo was carried into the house.

The sound of the door slamming struck Qiao Yimo's eardrums, and then fell straight to the tip of her heart.

Qiao Yimo opened his lips, breathing hard.

Half of the body is in a trance and bewilderment, while the other half is throbbing and trembling.

Why is he here? !
……

Terrace.

Qiao Yimo scooped up a bowl of soup and handed it to the man who hadn't completely faded away from the dust. His pupils staring at him were astonishingly bright, and a pair of black pupils couldn't help trembling because of some extreme emotion.

Mu Qingxun took the soup, didn't drink it, put it on the table in front of him, glanced at the soup and a plate of dried radishes on the table, and pursed her thin lips into a straight line.

Qiao Yimo took a deep breath, suppressed a throbbing heart, and stretched out his hand, "Why are you here?"

"You just eat this?"

Mu Qingxun didn't answer the question instead.

Qiao Yimo froze for a moment, looked down at the table, and pursed her lips, "What do I want to eat alone? Do you want to eat? I'll see if there are any ingredients in the refrigerator. If there are any, I'll make them for you, okay?" ?”

Mu Qingxun's two long eyebrows twitched into one, looking at Qiao Yimo's ruddy face that seemed to be steaming, "No wonder you lost weight!"

Qiao Yimo, "..."

"What are you going to do on New Year's Eve?"

Mu Qingxun held the soup bowl and drank it slowly.

"..." Qiao Yimo licked his lower lip, unconsciously picked up the chopsticks with one hand, then put them down again, looking at Mu Qingxun with clear eyes, "Do you want to eat?"

Mu Qingxun glanced at her, "Yes."

Qiao Yimo bit her lower lip and thought for a while, "There's nothing I particularly want to eat...Maybe make dumplings."

"I'll list everything I want to eat later, and you can do it."

Mu Qingxun drank the soup, and "commanded" Qiao Yimo as it should be, "Let's eat tonight. Feed me, I'm hungry."

Qiao Yimo was ignorant, and after passing the good meal to Mu Qingxun, she stared at him stupidly and asked, "You mean, after you eat now, I'll make it for you... supper?!"

Mu Qingxun pursed her thin lips and stared at Qiao Yimo silently.

Qiao Yimo, "..."

Under Mu Qingxun's gaze, Qiao Yimo didn't even dare to think, what Mu Qingxun meant was that it would be New Year's Eve tomorrow night.

After all, Qiao Yimo lived alone for the past five years...

Mu Qingxun probably sighed, the corners of his mouth curled up almost invisible, his eyes pretended to be calm and indifferent, Qingrun looked at Qiao Yimo gently, and said in a low voice, "Eating these things every day will make your IQ drop. .”

Qiao Yimo frowned, staring at Mu Qingxun unhappyly.

"Lunar New Year's eve."

Mu Qingxun said.

Qiao Yimo's eyes widened, his eyes were a little straight, and his heartbeat, which he had finally suppressed a little, was vigorous again.

Mu Qingxun didn't say anything anymore, but took a deep look at Qiao Yimo, and then ate dried radishes in silence...and rice!

……

After eating, Qiao Yimo looked at the man who helped her tidy up the dishes for the first time, her eyes were full of surprise... 竦!

This person...has transgendered again?

Qiao Yimo swallowed her saliva, stretched out her hand to hold the chopsticks Mu Qingxun was holding, and shook her head fiercely at him.

Mu Qing raised her eyebrows, raised her hand and patted the back of Qiao Yimo's hand, "Release."

"..." Qiao Yimo was actually a little afraid of him at this moment!
What is he doing? This is it!In the past, you used to yell like an old man, ordering her to do this and that, what's going on now? !
Don't be scary!
Mu Qingxun looked at Qiao Yimo's terrified mockup, couldn't help pursing her lips, and with a little smile in her black eyes, she let go of her hands.

Seeing this, Qiao Yimo quickly took the chopsticks back, picked up the small bowl and rushed to the kitchen.

Qiao Yimo put the bowl and chopsticks in the sink, and just breathed a sigh of relief when a black shadow suddenly covered her head.

Qiao Yimo, "..."

Mu Qingxun walked behind Qiao Yimo, passed her arms through her body, and assumed a posture of embracing Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo watched helplessly as a big, slender hand turned on the faucet, and the heart was pounding and beating wildly as if it had been greatly stimulated.

(End of this chapter)