The widow is a curse

Chapter 428 First Hug of the New Year!
Helping Mo's family to post couplets, stick blessing characters, buy new year's goods...

In the eyes of outsiders, Lin Yin is like the prospective son-in-law of the Mo family.

New Year's Eve night.

An area was deliberately avoided on the street for everyone to set off fireworks.

The fireworks exploded brilliantly in the air, reflecting everyone's smiling faces, and Lin Yin also had a smile on his face.

Looking sideways at Mo Bei beside her, he noticed that she was only wearing a thin sweater.

He raised his hand to unzip it and put the leather jacket over her back.

"Captain, I'm not cold!"

Mo Bei hurriedly refused.

"Put on! This is an order!"

Lin Yin said with a smile.

Mo Bei didn't refuse any more, tightened his jacket, and looked up at the fireworks in the sky again.

Lin Yin couldn't look away anymore.

Her face, which was flickering, was so beautiful that it seemed that it was not a human thing.

Looking past Lin Yin's plump and tender lips, Lin Yin's throat suddenly tightened.

After the fireworks were over, the two walked out of the community side by side, and sent Lin Yin home by taxi.

I don't know if it's New Year's Eve, but there are very few taxis.

After waiting for a long time, there was no empty car.

"It's too cold, you go back, I'll just walk back, it's not too far anyway!"

Lin Yin looked at Mo Bei seriously.

"Thank you!"

"It's me who should say thank you!"

Mo Bei took off his jacket and put it in front of him.

When taking the jacket, the palms of the two accidentally touched one place.

Lin Yin dodged subconsciously, and suddenly leaned forward again, holding her hand tightly.

"Thank you, this is the happiest and warmest New Year I have ever had!"

In the distance, the clock struck twelve o'clock.

I don't know whose window it is, the sound of the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala came out.

"... Ten... Five... Three... Two... One..."

When the cheers came, Lin Yin suddenly pulled Mo Bei into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Happy New Year!"

He whispered in her ear.

Mo Bei struggled subconsciously, feeling his cold sweater, she hesitated for a moment, but didn't move again.

At this time, what he needs most is perhaps such a hug.

"Happy New Year!"

she said on his chest.

(End of this chapter)