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Yang Qingheng raised his eyes and looked at the two of them, surprised: "Zhang Miao?"

Zhang Miao didn't expect that she really remembered him. His face turned red with excitement. He let go of the man beside him and grabbed Yang Qingheng's sleeve: "Long time no see. You are also shopping here. I heard there will be fireworks later. Do you want to go see it with me?"

The man beside her had no choice but to glance at Song Hengjue and Yang Qingheng. They were obviously a couple. He chuckled at his girlfriend and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to live with me?"

Only then did Zhang Miao remember her boyfriend, and pulled him to introduce to Yang Qingheng: "Mo Jie, my boyfriend."

After speaking, he looked at Song Hengjue next to Yang Qingheng: "This is it?"

Yang Qingheng is now a little glad that she is from the school next door and doesn't know her that well, otherwise it would be difficult to explain today.

He pursed his lips and smiled softly: "This is my brother..."

"Boyfriend." Song Hengjue saw that she really didn't intend to give her a status, so he interrupted her, stepped forward and locked hands with her, and nodded politely to the two people opposite.

childish.

Yang Qingheng glanced at him.

Song Hengjue turned his head away and refused to accept her criticism.

"It turns out he's Qingheng's boyfriend. He has good taste." Zhang Miao looked at Song Hengjue carefully and gave Yang Qingheng a thumbs up.

This face is not ordinary at first glance and is worthy of her sister Qingheng.

"Okay, you, if you don't go to the river, there's no place to stand." Her boyfriend couldn't see his girlfriend's eyes on Yang Qingheng, so he dragged her away sourly.

Yang Qingheng watched the two of them quarreling and walking away, shaking his head and chuckling.

The other side of the river.

Qiao Xihe walked countless times around the river. Seeing more and more people around her, she couldn't find Song Hengjue's shadow, and she became more and more irritated.

She took out her mobile phone to call him, but no one answered. She gritted her teeth in anger, but she choked on the air-conditioning and coughed until her lungs almost fell out of her throat.

The cell phone in her hand suddenly rang, and she picked it up excitedly.

The voice coming over there was not Song Hengjue's.

"Ms. Qiao, are you still setting off the fireworks?"

Qiao Xihe gritted his teeth: "Let it go, why not let it go."

She was ready. If she didn't let go, how could Song Hengjue see her intentions?

…………

"Girl, do you want to eat the candied haws on a stick?" the uncle shouted enthusiastically as he passed by a small candied haws on a stick stall.

Yang Qingheng remembered that she hadn't eaten this food for a long time, and she was a little greedy. She nodded: "Give me one."

He took it and took a bite. It tasted surprisingly good. He raised his chin to Song Hengjue and joked: "Boyfriend, do you want one?" in a sinister tone.

Ever since Song Hengjue corrected her boyfriend in front of her friends just now, she had been like this all night, getting angry whenever she bought anything on the roadside.

"Boyfriend, don't you want to eat?"

"My boyfriend, do you want some sugar water?"

"Boyfriend..."

Hearing this, Song Hengjue's teeth were sore and he squeezed her palms, helplessly asking, "Can this get through?"

"Let you pretend." Yang Qingheng sneered and took a bite of the candied haws.

But at this moment, there was a bang in the ear, and large fireworks bloomed in the sky, lighting up the night sky, and it was as beautiful as a dream.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Song Hengjue looked at the woman beside him, the gorgeous fireworks reflected in her eyes, and his heart was beating fast.

Her thin lips moved slightly, and she was inexplicably moved: "Yang Qingheng, Happy New Year."

The sound of fireworks was very loud, and there was also the faint sound of firecrackers. Yang Qingheng didn't hear clearly what he said. She turned around, pointed to the horizon, and said excitedly: "Boyfriend, look, Qiao Xihe set off the fireworks for you!"

Song Hengjue's face froze with emotion, and he turned to look at her with a dull face: "Yang Qingheng." Could you please stop being a spoiler?

Yang Qingheng raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"It's nothing." Song Hengjue was furious and tightly sealed her mouth, which only made people angry and disappointed.

Yang Qingheng blinked, pressed his neck, and kissed back passionately.

Only then did Song Hengjue realize that the cold wind had made her face cold and even her nose was red. Feeling annoyed, she took out the mask from her pocket and put it on her face carefully, and lifted up the scarf to cover half of her face.

"No, it's too cold. You're going to catch a cold if you don't go back. Should we go back first?"

Yang Qingheng smacked his lips and nodded: "Okay."

But when he turned around, he saw a familiar person.

Qiao Xihe called Song Hengjue more than a dozen times but no one answered the phone. Unexpectedly, he met Song Hengjue just after returning from the river. He rushed up excitedly, but stopped when he saw the woman next to him, thinking that he was with this woman. So I regretted watching the fireworks with her and left her there for so long. Angrily, I rushed up and asked, "Song Hengjue, why are you with her? Didn't you say you wanted to watch the fireworks with me?"

Just as Song Hengjue was about to speak, Yang Qingheng stopped him, took a step forward, and said in an aggrieved voice: "Sister, are you angry? Don't get me wrong. Hengjue and I are just brothers and sisters who have been separated for many years. I was scared by the fireworks just now. Brother, he insists on staying with me, so don’t scold him.”

Not to mention Qiao Xihe, even Song Hengjue couldn't help but get goose bumps.

This is simply a naked provocation!

Qiao Xihe's face turned livid: "Of course I don't blame him, but you, your sister, bother..."

Before she finished speaking, Yang Qingheng blinked, turned his back to her and pulled off his mask, kissed Song Hengjue on the corner of his lips, but looked back with an innocent look: "Sister, this is the way our family has always gotten along, you don't mind. Bar?"

Song Hengjue covered the corners of his lips, his ears were red, as sweet as honey, and he stared at the back of Yang Qingheng's head.

Qiao Xihe's face turned pale, and he pointed at the two of them with trembling fingers, too angry to speak.

Yang Qingheng's face under the mask was smiling. She turned around and pulled off the mask and gave Song Hengjue a few pecks.

Qiao Xihe was so angry that he almost fainted, turned around and left.

Song Hengjue was kissed until his brain turned white and he was in a daze. When he saw Qiao Xihe leaving, he was still a little reluctant to leave: "Wait, don't leave."

Qiao Xihe turned around and saw his unfinished expression. She was so angry that she rolled her eyes and fainted.

The subordinate next to him was shocked: "Boss!"

"Why are you so out of breath?" Song Hengjue touched his nose and muttered.

Yang Qingheng was so funny that she kicked him: "Okay, leave quickly, or you'll have to rely on us later." On New Year's Day, she didn't believe she would accompany Qiao Xihe to the hospital.