his allure

Chapter 164 Every Cute Girl Has a Gift

Years later, when Shen Zhaoche completely "dead" Zheng Qingqing, Zhao Yang thought for a long time that he was just sad.But time can heal all grief without leaving any traces.

It was just that there was a reception later, and for some reason, the man who had always been restrained drank a lot of wine.

After he was drunk, he hugged the doll that Zheng Weiwei left behind, and lay on the small bed that was very reserved for him.

Zhao Yang heard him muttering the same sentence over and over again, he said: "Qingqing, I was wrong, you come back, okay?"

There are water marks on the face, so fragile.

But some things, in fact, have been completely lost a long time ago.
That night, Zheng Qingqing took a sock from the closet and put it beside the pillow carefully.

She was wearing a fluffy white pajamas with Xia Xia in her pocket, she looked indescribably cute.

Lu Xicheng picked up the sock, and with a smile on his face, he asked her softly, "Does Qingqing want a gift?"

She blushed and nodded slightly embarrassedly.Afterwards, she slightly raised her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling: "Will there be a gift then?"

He pinched her fluffy hat, and put Xia Xia in her arms on the special soft bed beside him, with a slightly seductive tone: "If you kiss me, there will be a gift."

Without any hesitation, Zheng Weiqing kissed his side cheek rather resoundingly.

There was a smile on his brows and eyes, like the twilight of Chu Ji.He stroked her plain black hair, took out a large sock that he had prepared earlier from the dark compartment on the side, and put it on her bedside: "Grandpa Santa will have a lot of presents, and that sock probably won't hold them all." .”

Zheng Weiwei looked at the socks that could be called bags in front of him in surprise, and said thoughtfully: "Are you ready?"

"Christmas, cute little girls will have presents." He kissed her forehead, seeming to smile: "How could I forget such an important thing."

Zheng Weiwei hugged him very happily, like a child, and refused to let go: "Xicheng, then I want more, it's best to fill this bag."

He smiled, and went to scratch the tip of her nose, his tone clearly pampering: "Okay, fill it up."

The average woman would not ask her lover for a gift directly.But Zheng Weiqing is a little slow in this respect.What she wants, she always tells herself without thinking, innocently and straightforwardly.

Lu Xicheng likes her like this, whether he likes her or not, whether he wants it or not, it's all written on his face.She was like a glass of water in front of him, so clear that he could see through it at a glance.

That night, Zheng Weiwei slept deeply.She was hugged by Lu Xicheng, and the moonlight shone on her face, giving her a clear glow.

It's night, everything is silent.

When Lu Xicheng left the bedroom, Zheng Qingqing was not disturbed.

It was a snowy night, and there was an indescribable light in the living room.

He poured himself a glass of water from the sink, and clasped the wall of the glass with his slender fingers, his posture dazzled people's eyes indescribably.After a long time, he put down the water glass, and Lu Nianchen's phone call came as scheduled.

His brows and eyes sank, and he chose to connect for the first time in so many years.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be nervous, breathing heavily and clearly audibly.

He opened his mouth, as if inconceivable, and carefully called his name: "Xicheng."

Lu Xicheng walked slowly to the window sill, and he opened all the half-closed curtains.

(End of this chapter)