Huo Jingchen and Zhao Siqing returned to the SOFA and planned to sit for a while longer. Old Madam Huo and Grandfather Huo, on the other hand, went back first because they were not in good spirits.
The other elders sat for a while longer. Yang Jingqiu seemed to have gotten addicted. She pulled Mrs. Gu and Song Huaijin to play Mahjong together.
Zhao Siqing's cell phone kept ringing. It was only now that she had the time to check the messages.
Most of the messages were New Year's greetings. Before Zhao Siqing could reply to all of them, another message popped up. It was Lu Qian.
Zhao Siqing opened the message and saw that there was a video in the message.
Zhao Siqing quietly looked up at Huo Jingchen, who was also fiddling with his phone. She thought that he should not be able to hear the noise at this time.
After all, the sound of firecrackers, television, Mahjong, and the noise of adults and children.
With this thought in mind, Zhao Siqing lowered her voice a little and opened the video that Lu Qian sent.
Lu Qian seemed to be backstage at a concert somewhere. He was wearing some makeup that he usually did not like.
"Qing Qing, I'm holding a concert in country M now. Is it New Year in China? I'm afraid I can't go back and tell you happy New Year in person, " Lu Qian looked at the screen and said gently. The gloominess between his brows carried a gentleness that couldn't be melted.
As if he didn't know what to say, Lu Qian was silent for a long time and then asked softly, "are you living well now? Have you eaten dumplings? "
At the mention of this, Lu Qian couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded.
During the two years they were abroad, almost every new year, it was the two of them and a few friends together.
In the beginning, their dumplings were a little terrible, but after they slowly fumbled around, they gradually took shape.
Lu Qian thought that in the future, he probably wouldn't be able to eat the dumplings she made anymore.
Would Huo Jingchen be good to her He would always be good to her... ...
The video ended not long after, and Lu Qian still felt like he had something to say.
But Zhao Siqing knew that even if he had more time, he probably wouldn't know what else to say.
Most of the time, things changed after time passed. There were many things that didn't need to be said, and couldn't be said anymore.
Zhao Siqing turned to look at the man beside her, thinking that this was good enough.
However, she did not expect that when she turned her head, she would bump into Huo Jingchen's deep gaze.
"Oh... "
Zhao Siqing's heart tightened and she had a bad feeling. However, she moved very quickly. Out of habit, she turned off the screen and blinked her clear eyes at Huo Jingchen.
Huo Jingchen pursed his lips and stared at the little woman in front of him for a few seconds before he slowly said, "Is it good? "
"Wh... what? " Zhao Siqing whispered.
Huo Jingchen snorted coldly and snatched her phone. He opened the video and watched it again.
Zhao Siqing felt a headache. They had been married for several months. How could this man be so jealous.
Zhao Siqing held his arm and said gently, "boss Huo, I heard that you can't lose your temper at the beginning of the year. If you lose your temper at this time, you will lose your temper for a year. That's not good. "
Huo Jingchen finished watching the video and said in a low voice, "I don't lose my temper. "
"really? " Zhao Siqing heaved a sigh of relief.
Huo Jingchen turned to look at the fair-skinned little woman beside him. His thin lips whispered into her ear, "but I want to see you cry. "
Zhao Siqing's expression froze for a few seconds. Before she could speak, her phone rang again and another message came in.
The two of them pressed their foreheads together and looked down at the message.