The wife hiding in space

"Liang Cong!

Liang Cong looked at the person coming.

Feifei Wong smiled and handed over the wine glass in her hand: "Thank you for the little flower basket you sent me last time. I can't thank you enough. I'd like to toast you!"

Liang Cong was startled: "No, isn't that the flower basket that Jingjing wants?"

Feifei Wong said: "It's what she wanted, but didn't you give it to me? So, I thank you!"

"a ha ha ha....."

Liang Cong smiled uglier than crying.

God knows how Feifei Wong understands.

It was clearly her who told him that Zhou Jing wanted a flower basket made of bamboo. When he was on a mission, he made a detour to the handicraft market to get the most beautiful and exquisite flower basket, and then spent a lot of money to hire a wood-type person to open it. A basket of flowers.

When he returned to the base, he handed it to Wang Feifei and asked her to hand it over to Zhou Jing.

Little did she know that she was left behind, but now she came to express her gratitude generously.

It wasn't really a matter of anger or scolding, so I had no choice but to take the wine glass in her hand and drink it down in one gulp.

After a while, I found Feifei Wong still standing beside me and couldn't help but ask: "Do you have anything else to do?"

Feifei Wong smiled reluctantly, held her hands nervously, and asked him cautiously: "I forgot my bag on the third floor. Can you accompany me to get it?"

Liang Cong was impatient: "You go get it yourself. You still need me to accompany you for such a trivial matter? It's only a few steps away? Otherwise, let Xiao Wen accompany you to get it."

"Forget it, I asked Jingjing to accompany me to get it. Hey, where is Jingjing?" Wong Feifei glanced around and said thoughtfully: "Is it possible that she helped me get the bag?"

When Liang Cong heard this, he saw that Zhou Jing was not around, so he looked at her unhappily: "How could you ask Jingjing to help you get your bag? There are so many people today and it's a mess. If you meet her, What to do with a person who doesn’t know what to do.”

Feifei Wong smiled and gritted her teeth, but she couldn't hold back the anger in her heart and urged him: "Then let's go find her quickly."

"You're serious. Wait a minute, I'll ask the boss to search where she is."

Liang Cong turned his head and Lin Shaofeng was gone.

"It's strange. The boss was here just now, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye."

But Feifei Wong was anxious, really afraid that Lin Shaofeng would show up and ruin her good deeds: "Oh, why are you looking for Colonel Lin? If you can find him, we have already found Jingjing."

"Then call Jingjing first and ask her where she is."

Feifei Wong dialed Zhou Jing's phone, but the phone was turned off.

Liang Cong had no choice but to get up and walk towards the elevator.

"Liang Cong, wait for me."

Xiao Qin looked at the empty seats next to him and frowned suddenly. He always felt that something was wrong. After thinking for a while, he quickly stood up and walked outside.

At this time, Shen Yaoling and Ling Xiao were making dumplings.

For this New Year's Eve dinner, Shen Yaoling put a lot of thought into it. Not only did she make the dumplings herself, but she also fried the fish from the space and stewed a chicken from the space. In short, she prepared everything she should eat during the New Year.

Ling Xiao looked at the busy Shen Yaoling with both joy and curiosity and asked: "You have cooked so many dishes, can the two of us finish them?"

Shen Yaoling continued to shape the dumplings in her hand without raising her head and said, "Aren't you a zombie? Can't you finish eating such a small amount?"

"........."

Ling Xiao looked at her unhappily. What he didn't like to hear the most was that he was a zombie. He was clearly a person, but to say that he was a zombie was even more difficult for him to accept, especially when the person who said that was Shen Yaoling.

Sensing his displeasure, Shen Yaoling laughed dumbly, then raised her head and glanced at him.

"Don't you know that the New Year's meal is very particular? Even if you can't finish it, you still have to cook some dishes."

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the fish and said, "For example, this dish is called Nian Nian Yu more on the Chinese New Year table."

Then he pointed to the chicken that was stewing on the fire and said, "And this one means good luck and good luck."

Then he pointed to the braised pig's trotters and said: "This dish is called pig's trotters in my hometown, which is the homophonic pronunciation of 'Kutifa'. It means that the family will be better and richer in the coming year than the past year, and this braised pig's trotters Meat represents prosperity, beef represents our arrogance, and duck... in short, they all mean auspiciousness, don't you want these good omens?"

Ling Xiao smiled and nodded: "Yes."

"Then will you eat?"

"eat."

Shen Yaoling snorted softly. When she turned her head, she saw a pair of shining star eyes looking at her infatuatedly, and couldn't help but cough slightly.

"What? Are you so moved?"

Ling Xiao turned away sheepishly: "I'm moved, but I think you're right."

"Of course what I said is right, so you should be grateful to fate?"

"........"

Ling Xiao was stunned.

Shen Yaoling smiled and whispered slowly: "Thank you fate for letting you meet me."

Ling Xiao held hands together, lowered his eyes and whispered.

Shen Yaoling asked him curiously: "Which god are you praying to?"

"I listened to you and am thanking fate."

Shen Yaoling was completely amused by him, and she bent over with laughter: "Idiot, why are you a zombie thanking fate? If you really want to thank you, why don't you thank yourself. Today is all due to your own efforts."

Ling Xiao nodded solemnly: "You are right. You are the one I should be grateful to most. It is you who accompany me, and it is you who bring me the joy of survival."

"Thank me?" Shen Yaoling shook her head: "That's not necessary. We should accompany each other, need each other, um, like each other."

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized something was wrong. Could it be that the words "mutual love" were spoken too quickly, and could Ling Xiao misunderstand them?

Sure enough, the next second he fell into a hug.

Ling Xiao had already hugged her.

Shen Yaoling raised her hands full of flour and said anxiously: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, it will stain your clothes later."

Ling Xiao ignored her and pressed her head into his arms: "Shen Yaoling, listen!"

Shen Yaoling struggled with her head: "What are you listening to?"

"My heartbeat."

Shen Yaoling was suspicious: "Do you still have a heartbeat?"

"Yes, this is a heart that beats just for you."

Shen Yaoling listened curiously and was suddenly startled. She was really shocked. She looked up at him in disbelief. This guy was incredible. He actually had a heartbeat. It made no sense.

Ling Xiao smiled like a fool: "How about we spend New Year's Eve like this every year?"

Shen Yaoling has not yet woken up from the shock. If a zombie has a heartbeat, is he still a zombie?

"Huh? Okay! Let me go first, and then you can stir up emotions after I wash my hands."

"Then this is what we agreed on."

"Okay, okay, it's agreed, it's agreed." Shen Yaoling felt helpless and wanted to push him away, but was afraid that the flour in her hands would stain his clothes, so she had to agree casually.

"Thank you."

Shen Yaoling couldn't struggle to get away, so she accepted her fate and just let him hold her without moving.