Allow her to be pampered

Before New Year's Eve, Wu Qingzhi followed Chi Rong's wish and went back to Chi's house with her to celebrate the New Year.

Wu Qingzhi has always been careful in his actions, and bought all the new year's goods, large and small. Although the items are ordinary, they are warm-hearted, and they are favored by his father-in-law.

The Chi family members are not prosperous, but the manners and atmosphere that should be expected during the Chinese New Year are the same, so as soon as they get out of the car, they can see Second Master Chi is copying the sleeve stove and directing the staff in the courtyard.

"Momochiji! I just told you to go to the countryside to kill pigs. Why are you coming back now!"

While wandering around, Second Master Chi glanced at the gate of the courtyard, but when he saw Wu Qing coming, he immediately pouted his lips and said dryly, "Oh, here we come!"

As soon as this remark came out, I don't know who to welcome.

Chi Rong knew his second uncle's hard-talking and soft-hearted virtue best, so he grinned, pulled Wu Qingzhi to bow, and bowed: "Second Uncle, Happy New Year!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand in anticipation, put his fingers together, and made a tick inward, "Second Uncle, red envelope!"

At that time, Chi Rong's brain changed, and he remembered the bet when he was admitted to the Wu's firm, so he said twice, "Second Uncle, we agreed before, the five-year red envelope !"

Unexpectedly, this time, Second Master Chi refused to admit it. He just clicked his tongue in disgust, and immediately knocked off Chi Rong's little hand, and said angrily: "I was thinking about red envelopes before I was thirty, and I kowtowed to Lao Tzu when the time came." Give!"

Whenever the two uncles and nephews met, they would always quarrel back and forth, Wu Qingzhi stood beside him, smiling slightly, Quan took Chi Rong's eyebrows into his heart.

Chi made a lot of tricks, carrying back a pig and dozens of catties of bacon and sausages one after another. The kitchen had already steamed the food, and the courtyard was filled with a spicy smell of meat.

Chi Rong led Wu Qingzhi to run around, the back kitchen stole some slices of bacon, and then went to the courtyard to smash the cannon. It was clearly freezing weather, and after several runs, he broke out in a thin sweat.

Wu Qingzhi was originally wearing a black overcoat, which was neatly cut, making him look extremely handsome, but elegant, but not suitable for playing around, lest the firecrackers go off and burn holes in the clothes.

Chi Rong said: "Why don't I go find an apron and tie it on for you. You are too tall, so you definitely can't wear my father's and second uncle's clothes."

So now, I saw Wu Qingzhi wearing a red floral apron obediently, playing with Chi Rong in the courtyard.

Wu Qingzhi's appearance was handsome and elegant, usually in suits and leather shoes, he looked like an aristocrat, but at this moment, with an apron around his waist, it seemed an abrupt and comical sense of joy.

Seeing this, Chi Rong laughed so hard that he didn't have the energy to throw the firecrackers, so he slumped on the ground and said, "Wu Qingzhi, why do you look so good no matter what you wear!"

Chi Rong originally thought that Wu Qingzhi would definitely pay back for this teasing, but unexpectedly, when he saw his eyebrows raised, the corners of his lips twitched, and he said, "Chi Rong, because I want to make you happy."

As soon as these words came out, Chi Rong froze in place, speechless.

So, the four looked at each other with lingering eyes.

Chi Rong looked back at Wu Qingzhi for a moment, and after a while, he whispered: "...I am very happy now, in fact...I want you to be happy the most."

Wu Qingzhi said softly: "Chi Rong, as long as I can look at you, I am happy enough."

It was clearly extremely cold today, but Chi Rong only felt feverish, his neck and earballs, the tip of his nose and both cheeks were burning from bottom to top, inch by inch.

But after a while, Chi Rong finally got his lips and teeth knotted, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he even stammered and said: "Well, that's good, I have to let you look at it a little more!"

In this way, once Chi Rong's approval was obtained, Wu Qingzhi would have a good reason to play hooligans.

At noon, he only had to accompany Chi Rong to finish the firecracker. After eating, he found a reason to take a nap and hurried back to his room.

Passing through the Moon Cave Gate, within a square inch, a small courtyard appeared in front of me, so quiet and undisturbed.

Thinking about it, it must have been given by Master Chi. As soon as he entered the boudoir, silver charcoal was burning in the white clay flowerpot stove, which made the corners and corners very hot, without any hint of coldness.

Wu Qingzhi left a half-inch window to take a breath, and then he took off his clothes and fell asleep.

Chi Rong had a great time at noon, and felt a little sleepy, so he thought that he would only sleep lightly for a while, and would continue to play around when he woke up in the afternoon, so he got into the quilt with all his clothes on.

As soon as he lay down, Chi Rong suddenly touched Wu Qingzhi's bare waist, so he shrank his fingertips, and immediately dodged to avoid it.

But unexpectedly, Wu Qingzhi had no plans to spare Chi Rong at all.

He clearly did it on purpose, the phoenix eyes are lightly closed, it's just pretending to sleep, he just waits to invite the king into the urn and let others slaughter him.

Those long and slender hands walked up and down, and with just a few strokes, they effortlessly peeled off Chi Rong's jacket and skirt.

Chi Rong was shocked, unable to break free, and immediately turned into a naked loach, twisting and turning, trying to shrink into the corner of the canopy bed.

Wu Qingzhi smiled lightly and said, "Chi Rong, don't stick against the wall, it will be cold."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull the person into his arms, and immediately, skin to skin touched each other, the flesh became hot, and the sound of the heartbeat suddenly amplified.

Wu Qingzhi then asked: "Chi Rong, is it warm to cling to me?"

Chi Rong smashed her mouth: "It's good, it's quite warm."

"Very good. Then, Chi Rong, show me how to wear an apron right now."

After finishing speaking, seeing Wu Qingzhi grinning, Shi Shiran pulled out a section of red cloth from under the pillow, unfolded it, and it turned out to be the apron just now!
Wu Qingzhi said: "Chi Rong, I checked it. This apron is newly cut. It is the first time I took it out today. It has never been stained with cooking oil fume. It is very clean."

Chi Rong's face turned blue: "Is there something wrong with you? I'm going to bed now, and you asked me to wear an apron!"

"You have seen how I look in an apron, now you wear it and I see it, what's wrong with that?"

Wu Qingzhi spoke eloquently, with slanted brows and eyes, clearly showing a gentle manner, but his words were really unreasonable.

However, Chi Rong's eloquence would always fail in front of Wu Qingzhi, so it was difficult to argue and he was defeated immediately.

So she let Wu Qingzhi put on an apron for her, with a thin belt hanging around her neck, as well as around her waist.

After all, it was the twelfth lunar month, no matter how warm the room was, Chi Rong still shivered slightly, a goosebump rolled on his bare skin, it was so pitiful.

Chi Rong was extremely ashamed and indignant, only coquettishly said: "Wu Qingzhi, I think you just push your nose and face, just wait, you will look good in the future!"

After hearing this, Wu Qingzhi smiled instead of anger: "Why later? Chi Rong, you don't understand, I already have something to look at now."