For others' housework, Song Qingyou has never cared about it.

So I didn't ask much, I just explained the meaning of ‘Aunt’ ”to the child.

Jiang Yi knew that he had said something wrong, and apologized honestly: "Sister, sorry."

The child who was still very excited was halfway.

Song Qingyou thought about it, put the cat on the other side in the middle of the two.

The child's attention was attracted at once.

"Sister, cat!"

"His name squeak."

Without the sound of Song Qingyou's words, the car suddenly stopped.

The two in the back row were planted in front of them.

"What's wrong?" Song Qinggou asked.

Jiang Zhihan looked at the cat's bag through the rearview mirror, seeing the sleeping ‘yourself’, and the mood was complicated:

"nothing."

He just did not expect that Song Qingyou would take ‘he’ to tease the child.

No matter what the two adults were thinking, he looked down at the cat and asked:

"Can I touch it?"

"Can."

Song Qingyou opened the cat bag and let Jiang man manually.

The child finally has a spirit, and the three of them have reached their destinations.

The mountain has been covered by thin white snow. Song Qingyou opened the window slightly, and it felt a little cold, so I wrapped the cat in the car.

Children are not afraid of cold, and they are thick. As soon as the door opens, he runs to the place where the lights are obtained.

Song Qingyou happened to get off at the same time as Jiang Zhihan.

"Is the fireworks not prepared in advance?" Song Qingyou looked around curiously.

She thought that rich people like Jiang Zhihan put fireworks, all of which were prepared in advance. They just needed to look up ~

"Still in the trunk."

Jiang Zhihan wear gloves, border door.

Yu Guang at the corner of the eyes unconsciously looked at Song Qinggou.

Her fair face was frozen and reddish. Although the other party wore a hat, the cold wind still danced randomly with a bunch of her heads, and her mouth was very childlike. From time to time, she exhaled the white mist.

Very cute.

When Jiang Zhihan looked down, the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked.

Immediately after the car, I moved out of a box with a width of an adult male arm from the trunk.

Jiang Zhihan was a little strenuous when moving.

Jiang Yi ran back happily.

Song Qingyou froze: "Such a big box, there are fireworks inside?"

Jiang Zhihan nodded.

"I don't know which one is better, so I bought it all."

Because the last day of the year, many stores do not open the door at night, and there are not many things left in the fireworks shop.

Song Qingyou: "Didn't Jiang always let fireworks?"

Jiang Zhihan shook his head.

Jiang Yi was stunned, and then he became excited, "Will the uncle not put fireworks? But my father said that adults would ... but it's okay, I can teach the little uncle to put it!"

The fourth -year -old children, the more serious, the more Song Qingyou wanted to laugh.

When Jiang Zhihan came over, she instantly flatten the corner of her mouth:

"Do you need help? I am quite powerful."

Of course, Jiang Zhihan knew that the other party was strong.

but--

"I'll just come."

Jiang Zhihan put down the box not far away.

Song Qingyou nodded clearly: "Generally, men's self -esteem will be stronger."

Jiang Yi: "What is self -esteem?"

Song Qingyou: "Just love face."

Children crooked their heads: "What is face?"

Jiang Zhihan threatened: "Jiang Yi, don't want to put fireworks, let's go back."

"Don't go back!" Jiang didn't ask questions for a moment, and ran to Jiang Zhihan with a smoke.

Song Qingyou bent his lips and said silently in his heart: Do not let you continue asking questions, this is love face ~

Jiang Zhihan bought a variety of fireworks, most of which were the kind of four or four squares of fireworks. In the other small part, it was only a fairy.

However, Xiaojiang Yi was very happy. The fairy stick couldn't wait to show off Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou thought he came to see the child.

Who knows that Jiang Zhihan also handed two for her.

Song Qingyou was a bit embarrassed: "Give me?"

Jiang Zhihan's head, "I'll give it to you."

In the middle of her, the two fairy sticks in her hand made a sound of a puppet.

Although the dazzling light is fleeting, Jiang Zhihan still saw Song Qingyou's smiley face.

Chan Ruo Xing.

The next moment, Jiang Zhihan bent over and ignited the fireworks in the distance.

With the sound of the thorn, a dozen bouquet of fire rose up.

The sparks of various colors bloom in the night sky, colorful.

Song Qingyou raised her head, and her eyes were reflected by the light of fireworks.

Xiaojiang beside him clapped his hands as soon as he jumped:

"It's so beautiful! It's like a star! Uncle Little is the best!"

The familiar scenes and children's voices make Song Qingyou dream back to childhood.

She couldn't help smiling at the man on the side of her: "Thank you."

Thank you for taking me to see such beautiful fireworks.

Jiang Zhihan's complexion is cold, but his voice is gentle: "Don't mind me delaying your time."

"besides--"

What else? Song Qingyou turned to look at him.

"Happy New Year, Song Qing Pomelo."

Song Qingyou's expression is rare.

She was about to open her mouth, and the mobile phone in her pocket kept vibrating.

Take it out, the news on the top of the ‘grapefree” group of Aite, and the happy New Year made by Yu Muhuai at 00:00.

The next second, there is a call to call again.

"Excuse me."

Song Qingyou sneered in Jiang Zhihan, and quickly said ‘Happy New Year’, and turned to answer the phone.

Jiang Zhihan stood in the same place for a while and took the pot water in the car.

When he came back, he just heard Yu Muhuai's voice.

"Are you free now? I have a gift to give you."

"I'm outside now."

"Where are you? I can find you in the past."

"It may not be convenient."
To be continued...