Rebirth of the Supernatural Wife

Chapter 92 Happy New Year

Under the starry sky, the sky is full of fireworks.

The water of Wangxi River flows quietly, but there are noisy people beside the stream, and some people are setting off fireworks.

Yuan Xiaoxi was wearing a red hat, wrapped in a scarf, and had two fluffy earmuffs on his ears. He had just ignited the fireworks and was running towards Yang Rong's direction.

Hey and haha, there was a bang, the fireworks in the sky bloomed brilliantly, and the bustle of the starry sky was reflected on the water.

A bell sounded not far away, announcing that zero o'clock had arrived.

Yang Rong caught Yuan Xiaoxi and hugged him tightly.

With stubble on his chin again, he rubbed Yuan Xiaoxi's face restlessly, and a hoarse voice said, "Happy New Year, Xiaoxi."

Yuan Xiaoxi smiled and hid, raised his head and rubbed Yang Rong's face vigorously, "Happy New Year, Yang Rong."

"Go home?"

Yang Rong's voice was low and hoarse, and seemed to carry some kind of bewitching power.

Yuan Xiaoxi looked back at him uncontrollably, in his eyes, besides the gorgeous fireworks that kept blooming, she was also there.

Yuan Xiaoxi stared blankly.

Yang Rong's Adam's apple moved again. He stroked Fuyuan Xiaoxi's fluffy earmuffs, and the hoarse voice sounded again, "It's late, let's go home."

Holding her hand, stuffing it into his pocket, he walked slowly.

In the pocket, Yang Rong's palm was dry and warm, and his fingers were closed alternately, holding them tightly together. Yuan Xiaoxi moved slightly, and found that he couldn't get away from it at all.

Yang Rong's palm was very hot, as if it had a strange heat.

Yuan Xiaoxi followed Yang Rong into the car. Yang Rong leaned over and pulled up the seat belt for her naturally. Yuan Xiaoxi's breathing was suffocated for a moment.

Being so close, she could clearly feel the heat coming from his body.

Yang Rong seemed to notice Yuan Xiaoxi's slight discomfort, and a little smile overflowed his eyes.

Yuan Xiaoxi's mind was blank, and he was stunned for a moment. When he woke up again, he found that the distance between the two was getting shorter and shorter, and the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter. superior.

Yuan Xiaoxi suddenly raised her hand, and a warm kiss landed on her fingertips, Yuan Xiaoxi's fingertips shrank subconsciously when they were hot.

Yang Rong had already held her fingertips, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter?" Yuan Xiaoxi snorted softly, rubbed his stubbled chin, the stubble pricked his hands, Yuan Xiaoxi changed from rubbing to pushing, "I haven't asked you what's wrong yet."

The angry words were slightly reproachful, but because the voice was too low and soft, it looked more like a spoiled child.

Yang Rong didn't speak, just looked at her with questioning eyes.

The space in the car was already narrow, with a pair of dark eyes staring at her from such a close distance, Yuan Xiaoxi only felt his brows tense, and subconsciously closed his eyes.However, he immediately began to dislike his own reaction, which was a little too cowardly. With a surge of courage, he had already grasped Yang Rong's collar with both hands, raised his chin slightly, and asked in a vicious voice, "During dinner, you said, what do you mean you have a score?"

Yang Rong's crooked arms were resting on Yuan Xiaoxi's ear, and he looked lazy. He smiled sullenly, his teeth dazzling white, "Otherwise, could it be that we were out of ideas? Then let my aunt keep catching Are you urging marriage? Can you still have a good meal?"

"..."

This is true.

"Besides, I didn't lie to anyone." Yang Rong said leisurely, and fastened his seat belt, "If I'm not sure, would I say that?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, don't talk more and more outrageous." Yuan Xiaoxi muttered, looking out of the car window, as if attracted by the fireworks in the sky.

She leaned slightly close to the car window, pointing her fingertips on the glass, as if she was concentrating on it, but the figure reflected on the car window seemed to be a little blushing.

Yang Rong couldn't help laughing, and didn't say anything, just drove very quietly.

The slender and fair hands are lightly holding the steering wheel, very leisurely, the well-articulated hands are holding the direction, the demeanor is calm and relaxed, and there is no trace of tension.

As for whether it is outrageous or reliable, he will prove it soon.

Yuan Xiaoxi, who originally pretended to be looking at the fireworks in the sky, didn't know when it started, but his eyes were attracted by the reflection. He stared at the reflection of the hands on the car window for an unknown how long.

Suddenly a street light passed by the car window, and the light outside the car window shone, the reflection of the hands disappeared, and Yuan Xiaoxi was also illuminated by the way.

Yuan Xiaoxi shuddered, realizing that he had been staring at his hand in a daze just now, and his face became hot again.

Fortunately, it was just a reflection, not staring at the deity in the hand, so it was barely that embarrassing.

As if he had done something wrong, Yuan Xiaoxi pretended to inadvertently glanced at him, seeing that the other party was still concentrating on driving, he was relieved.

The outside of the car became dark again, and the hands reflected on the car window became clear again, but Yuan Xiaoxi was no longer embarrassed to stare at the reflection.

She simply took a breath, and when the hot air met the cold glass, a thin layer of mist immediately formed.

well.

The hands finally disappeared again.

Yuan Xiaoxi was satisfied in his heart, but he didn't know why, apart from being satisfied, he was also a little bit indescribably sad.

By the time she realized it, her fingertips had landed on the cold car window, and her fingertips moved lightly on the glass. After a while, a "path" appeared in the mist.

Yuan Xiaoxi used his fingertips to paint on the window glass, but those "paths" became more and more painted, and the reflections began to appear again.

Those hands were still as calm as their masters, but Yuan Xiaoxi became distracted, and simply began to scribble on the car window glass. After a while, the original painting became a mess.

I don't know why, but my heart is beating like a strange premonition, and my heart can't calm down no matter what.

Get out of the car and walk towards the elevator.

The elevator tonight seemed to be extremely slow, and there was a pause in the middle, and then the numbers jumped down one by one, Yuan Xiaoxi had both hands in his pockets, and Yang Rong was not far away from her.

I don’t know if it was because I peeked at his hand in the car that I felt uneasy.

When Yang Rong habitually stretched out her hand just now, trying to hold Yuan Xiaoxi up, she walked away sullenly.

Yang Rong followed her, and the two walked forward one after the other. The street lamps at night drew the shadows of the two of them long.

It's just that the distance between the two is not far away. Not long after Yuan Xiaoxi pressed the elevator, Yang Rong had already followed, and was standing quietly behind her at this moment.

Yuan Xiaoxi could clearly hear Yang Rong's breathing, opening and relaxing, inhaling and exhaling. The rhythmic breathing sounded as if it was ringing next to her ears. Yuan Xiaoxi's ears began to feel hot.

In front of the elevator, the two waited silently.

Silence can sometimes make people relax and feel comfortable, but sometimes it can also make people feel like something is wrong.

Yuan Xiaoxi pressed the tip of her tongue against her teeth, thinking for a while, and just when she was about to find something to say to break the somewhat suffocating silence, the elevator door finally opened with a ding-dong.

Yuan Xiaoxi raised his right foot slightly, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he immediately suffocated his breath.

In the elevator, there was a young man and woman, kissing each other inseparably.

Yuan Xiaoxi's face turned red, and it was not right to continue to walk with the slightly raised foot, and it was not right to put it down.

The scene was really embarrassing.

But what was even more embarrassing was that the men and women in the elevator seemed to live near them, and they had met each other a few times as they came in and out.

Yang Rong's face remained unchanged, as if he hadn't seen the hot scene just now, his voice was still as calm as looking at a stream, "It's so late, let's go out."

The man in the elevator nodded, a little embarrassed, but he quickly put it away and hid it well. He nodded to Yuan Xiaoxi and Yang Rong, exchanged greetings for a while, and then handed over the cigarette.

Yang Rong refused with a smile, and the other party did not force the fortress, took the woman behind him, and walked away.

Yang Rong raised his hand and gently touched Yuan Xiaoxi's shoulder, "Let's go."

The elevator, which was not originally narrow, also showed a bit of oppression at the moment.Perhaps it was because the weather was too cold tonight, and even the air seemed to be a little glued and frozen.

Pushing open the door, before the shoes were changed, Yuan Xiaoxi was hugged from behind.

It seemed that the silence just now was just an illusion.

The hot and passionate kiss fell from behind the ear, hitting all the way, the stubble piercing, Yuan Xiaoxi raised his heart, beating wildly.

After a while of messy footsteps, the two had already fallen on the sofa.

She held his chest with her palms. His coat had disappeared without knowing when. What she was holding tightly in her hands was a soft and warm sweater.

His eyes were frighteningly bright.

Yuan Xiaoxi had never seen Yang Rong like this before. Compared with the restraint last time, this time he seemed like a wolf that had broken free.

There were still people setting off fireworks at night, and the sound of bang bang bang was sometimes far away and sometimes near, but Yuan Xiaoxi felt that these sounds came from her chest.

She had to admit she realized something.

She also had to admit that she was nervous at the moment.

As a result of the nervousness, she directly stuttered, unable to speak a complete sentence, and even asked, "What, what are you doing?"

Sure enough, Yang Rong laughed.

The way he answered her was to lower his head and swallow what she hadn't said yet. After a long time, he raised his head and gently slid his slightly rough thumb over Yuan Xiaoxi's lips, looking at the red lips that were kissed. Rong Rong's eyes became darker.

"I said I have a score."

"What, what?" Yuan Xiaoxi was dazed and didn't understand for a moment.

"I said I have a score." Yang Rong repeated lightly, his voice was bewitching, "Xiaoxi, let's sing together, shall we?"

Yuan Xiaoxi's face was blushing, and the hand that was tightly clutching the sweater on his chest became weak, and he held it weakly.

The lights in the room were not turned on, only a few strands of street lights came through the window, mixing moonlight and starlight, filling the whole room with silence.However, the fireworks that exploded from time to time, the sound of the time far and near, but the tranquility of the place was chaotic, making people breathe gradually.

How did things happen afterwards?

Yuan Xiaoxi himself had some unclear memories.

It's just that she knows that some things happen naturally.

Perhaps when she took a deep breath to cover up the reflection on the window glass, she had already realized that something was going to happen this night.　
She only remembered that in this night, there were gorgeous fireworks blooming in her mind.

　Happy New Year, Happy New Year, I wish you all, Happy New Year!
　　2019, all the best!
　　happy New Year!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)