The actress traveled through the drama, went crazy online, and killed the male lead every day

Jiang Zongnan and Wen Han are both talented actors, and they were talking to the younger generation, and Secretary Jiang was not around. They denied it calmly one after another and changed the subject calmly.

After a while, the phone returned to Mrs. Jiang. She talked to Wen Han and Jiang Zongnan for a while before hanging up the video. Wen Han's heart gradually settled down.

Wen Han had just put down his phone when he received a message from Jian Yuxing.

Ah Xing: Brother, are you spending the New Year with your eldest brother?

Wen Han stared at the message, his fingers trembling slightly. Wen Han actually didn't know what kind of feelings Ah Xing had for Jiang Zongnian. During the twenty years of care and love, whether there was any emotion that crossed the line? Even if there had never been any love between a man and a woman, when Jiang Zongnian realized that he had feelings for him, whether he had been truly loved by Jiang Zongnian in the past few years, whether he had ever felt the slightest bit of affection, he didn't dare to inquire at all. This matter was like a thunderclap, suppressing his heart, as if it could blow him apart at any time.

He even deceived himself...he didn't dare to think about it.

I dare not even ask.

If Ah Xing likes Jiang Zongnan, it is a love between a man and a woman.

There was the sound of a door opening outside. Wen Han put his thoughts aside, replied to Jian Yuxing, got up and went out. This phone call brought Wen Han back to the cold reality. He couldn't even deceive himself. His relationship with Jiang Zongnian was like walking on a tightrope. It was too dangerous. Once the lie was exposed, he would face a catastrophe.

Jiang Zongnian stood at the entrance, looking at the pale Wen Han, his heart ached. Wen Han was originally quite happy, making dumplings with him and preparing for New Year's Eve, but the video broke his short happiness. Jiang Zongnian felt distressed and a little helpless, afraid that Wen Han would shrink back again, and was unwilling to say a word to him.

"Have you and Ah Xing told us to come to the snowy mountains for a trip?"

"I said it." Jiang Zongyan said in a young voice.

Wen Han hesitated to speak. It was the first time for him to spend the New Year away from home, and he came to the snowy mountain again. This snowy mountain was the place where they depended on each other for life and death. Jian Yuxing also knew it. Jiang Zongnian's feelings were obvious, and in Jian Yuxing's eyes there were no secrets. Wen Han felt very uncomfortable.

Will Ah Xing be sad?

Do you mind?

If he had lied to Ah Xing just now, Ah Xing would be very sad, right?

Just as he thought this, Jian Yuxing came with news.

Ah Xing: Brother, you and big brother should have a good New Year. I hope that next year our family can celebrate New Year’s Eve in Jiangcheng.

"Ah Xing..." Wen Han heard his own obscure voice, but couldn't ask. He was in a dilemma and didn't know where to start.

"Are you hungry? Are we going to prepare dinner too?"

They planned to eat hot pot and cook dumplings in the evening. It was not troublesome. The ingredients were fresh and there were seasoning packets at the bottom of the pot. It was still early and Wen Han was not hungry. They watched an old movie together. The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Wen Han opened all the curtains. There was a blanket of white snow outside the French window. The flames in the fireplace danced happily. The room was warm like spring. There was a different world behind the window. The hotel was very soundproof. They could not hear any noise. There was only one warm residence in the ice and snow, like the quietness of being isolated from the world after the end of the world.

Wen Han was wrapped in a small blanket, sometimes watching movies, sometimes watching the snow. Unconsciously, he felt a little sleepy and dozed off on the sofa. Jiang Zongnan turned his head to look at him and smiled gently.

Jiang Zongnan really hoped that days like this would last longer and longer.

Wen Han shouldn't worry so much. He will address all his worries one by one and won't let Wen Han feel the malice and abuse of the world.

He gently touched his sleeping face with his fingers. His fingertips felt a little cool against his warm skin, but his heart was beating very fast.

It had been a long, long time since he had been so close to Wen Han.

Wen Han was awakened by a burst of fragrance.

Jiang Zongnan was cooking dumplings and the hot pot soup base was also being cooked. The ingredients were washed and served on the table. Wen Han woke up and found that it was already seven o'clock and the Spring Festival Gala in China was almost over.

"Are you hungry? Come and eat."

Wen Han rubbed his eyes and washed his face. He had just woken up and felt a little groggy. He sat at the dining table and waited for Jiang Zongnan to bring the dumplings to him.

The dumplings gave off an enticing aroma. Wen Han noticed that there were only six dumplings on the plate and asked in confusion, "We made so many dumplings, why are there only these?"

"It fell apart when it was cooked." Jiang Zongnian and Wen Han were not very experienced in their business, and Wen Han filled the buns too full, with too much stuffing, so they fell apart when they were cooked. "This is the only thing left."

Wen Han didn't have any regrets. It wasn't like he loved eating dumplings that much. He just enjoyed the joy of working together.

The two of them celebrated the New Year in a rather lonely manner. There were all the necessary rituals, such as dumplings, hot pot, and wine. Jiang Zongnan and Wen Han clinked their glasses.

"Wenhan, Happy New Year, and peace every year."

This is his most sincere blessing to Wen Han.

The blessings from previous years don’t count. Starting this year, he will spend New Year’s Eve with Wen Han every year.

Never leave him alone again.

"Happy New Year!"

Wen Han was not a person who would spoil the fun. He had a secret joy in his heart. He had waited for so many years for the words "Happy New Year and peace every year", from childhood to adulthood, from old hatred to new feelings. It was like breaking bones, crushing a person, and reassembling him, before he finally waited for a blessing from the brother he loved as a child.

Wen Han's alcohol tolerance is not very good, but he accompanied Jiang Zongnian to drink half a bottle of foreign liquor. The single malt whiskey has a strong taste and a strong aftertaste. If Jiang Zongnian hadn't stopped him, Wen Han would have continued to drink. Jiang Zongnian knew that Wen Han's alcohol tolerance was not very good, and Wen Han's health was not good. He didn't want him to get drunk, as it would be very uncomfortable.

When he came back from getting some water, Wen Han was sitting on the dining table like a tumbler, his eyes narrowed, his face flushed, his eyes full of drunkenness.

Jiang Zongnian's heart melted.

So cute!

Having said that, even though Su Lingzhi had such a thick filter for Wen Han, he always praised Wen Han for being pretty and never praised her for being cute. Wen Han has a cold temperament and is a bit gloomy. Even when she smiles, she looks a bit crazy, which has nothing to do with cuteness. However, in Jiang Zongnian's eyes, she is cute.

Especially after knowing that he was the real Jian Yuxing, he could always be compared to the pretty little girl who called him brother when he was a child. To Jiang Zongnan, he was doubly adorable.

"Drunk?"

Wen Han raised a finger and shook it, "I'm not drunk. I still want to set off fireworks."

Jiang Zongnan said that they would take him to set off fireworks later and he was still waiting. He just felt a little uncomfortable as his stomach was burning from the alcohol he drank, but he was still conscious.

"Okay, I'll take you to set off the fireworks later." Jiang Zongnian held his chin and let him drink a glass of warm water. "Go sit on the sofa for a while, I'll clean up the restaurant."

Wen Han leaned back and leaned comfortably against the back of the chair. Jiang Zongnian's tall figure blocked the light for him, almost covering him. Wen Han smelled the familiar and favorite smell, and he opened his eyes slightly.

His face, which had just drunk alcohol, was red from the high temperature, and there was a layer of mist in his eyes. The redness on his face also spread to the corners of his eyes. His lips, which had just drunk warm water, were bright red and moist. His eyes were a little dazed, as if he was trying hard to see the person in front of him clearly, but he only felt the rough fingers wiping the water from the corners of his lips.

Then he stroked his lips heavily. Wen Han's heartbeat suddenly started to speed up. He wanted to escape, but his jaw was controlled and his lips being stroked burned like fire.

He felt a shadow approaching him, and a familiar breath was getting closer, enveloping him from all sides, like a demon from the abyss issuing an invitation to fall.

"Wenhan, can I kiss you?"

The demon asked politely with a hoarse voice, suppressing his impulsive desire.