Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Xingshan Villa.

In the spacious living room, Song Qianxi was eating potato chips and watching TV absent-mindedly. He checked his mobile phone every few minutes. From ten o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the afternoon, the trash can was full of snack packaging bags.

She couldn't sit still anymore, she paced back and forth, and from time to time went to the terrace to have a look.

Chu Muhan hasn't come back yet.

She drooped her head listlessly, even she didn't realize that she looked very much like a wife waiting for her husband to return.

Song Qianxi took out her mobile phone, hesitating whether to call Chu Muhan or not.

After much deliberation, I gave up.

She clicked on WeChat and subconsciously looked at Moments.

Her circle of friends was posting family photos and New Year's Eve dinner, and she sighed again...

"It's almost four o'clock, am I going to be let down by Chu Muhan?"

Just then, the sound of a car engine came from behind.

Song Qianxi followed the prestige and saw that the black Bentley drove into the yard. She ran out the door with blissful eyes, and saw the handsome and handsome Chu Muhan getting out of the car, feeling uncontrollably excited.

She almost lost her composure and rushed forward, but luckily reason prevailed, and she stood reservedly at the door.

Chu Muhan didn't expect to see Song Qianxi just after arriving home, and all the unhappiness in the old house disappeared in an instant.

"Are you waiting for me here?"

Song Qianxi didn't want to admit it, and deliberately held it up, "No, I've been staying in the house for a long time, so I went out for a walk."

Chu Muhan smiled lightly, "Really?"

With a questioning tone, there was a sudden feeling of being seen through.

"D-Of course it is!"

Song Qianxi lowered her head, turned and entered the room.

Chu Muhan followed behind, and said leisurely, "Didn't you say you want to take a walk?"

Song Qianxi choked, turned to look at him who was full of smiles, feeling like he was being tricked, this guy was doing it on purpose!

"That was just now, now I'm hungry and want to eat."

Look at her little mouth pursed out of embarrassment, like a strawberry picked at any time.

Almost, Chu Muhan couldn't help kissing her.

It was not easy for Song Qianxi's attitude to change, and he must not act beyond the rules when he is 'not drunk'.

"Go, let's eat."

New Year's Eve is no exception, all the New Year's Eve dinners are delivered by Qingxin Pavilion.

With a table of sumptuous dishes and a person he likes, Chu Muhan has never been as happy as he is today in the past ten years.

Chu Muhan said to Tianlin who was standing beside him, "Let's eat together."

Song Qianxi agreed, "Yeah, let's eat together and make it lively."

The two talked to each other, quite like a host entertaining guests.

Inexplicably, a mouthful of dog food was stuffed into Tianlin's mouth, and Tianlin was suddenly no longer hungry.

He has been with Chu Muhan for many years, they are superiors and even friends, so he refused without politeness, just sat down and buried himself, "I think I should spend the New Year with Bei Nian and them today, I am here, it is too dazzling. "

"Cough cough cough..." Song Qianxi was embarrassed, "Don't make fun of me."

Chu Muhan pursed his lips and smiled, his heart that had been cold for many years gradually melted away.

At the dinner table, Chu Muhan drank with Tianlin. Song Qianxi did not expect that Tianlin, who is usually taciturn, could be so eloquent after drinking, no less than Jiang Jinyu. He enjoyed the meal happily.

Tianlin couldn't drink enough, and fell down after drinking a few cups.

Chu Muhan helped him back to the room, and when he sat back at the dining table, he leaned listlessly on the back of the chair, rubbing his temples.

Song Qianxi asked, "Have a headache?"

Chu Muhan said, "A little bit."

Song Qianxi said, "I'll press it for you."

"Okay." Chu Muhan was blunt, with a smile in his eyes, as if he was waiting for this sentence.