Confess That You Don't Accept It, I Change My Mind, Why Are You Crying?

"No... no."

Feng Siruo bulged his cheeks and lifted the dustproof mat underneath.

As a result, a thick red envelope appeared immediately.

really have……

He even put the red envelope here in advance.

This is a girl's privacy!

Feng Siruo whined twice, and kept fanning himself with both hands.

She felt like her cheeks were going to burn.

No, no, no, no!

Don't let him in next time.

Feng Siruo whimpered for a long time, and finally calmed himself down.

Then she opened the red envelope and found a thick stack of hundred-yuan bills.

Count it up, it's exactly nineteen thousand.

Feng Siruo ran back to the bedroom with the red envelope, and picked up the phone.

"so many."

"1000 yuan a year. You are 19 years old this year. If you miss it, you can only make up for it. But I will give it to you in the years to come."

Feng Siruo hummed twice, feeling very happy.

At the same time, in Linjiang.

After playing the second kick, Jiang Zhou suddenly heard footsteps.

He looked back and found that Xiaohua, who had finished the New Year's Eve dinner, ran downstairs to their house.

"Jiang Zhou, what are you doing?"

"Put two kicks, do you want one?"

Chu Yuwei took a step back in fright: "I... I dare not."

Jiang Zhou stretched his waist: "Do you really want to watch the new year at our house?"

"Well, Mom and Dad agreed, and they also asked you to send me back when you go to visit the New Year tomorrow."

"It's so troublesome, why don't you go back now?"

Chu Yuwei bit her lip: "I can go back by myself, okay?"

Jiang Zhou patted her on the head: "Just kidding, come home with me to watch the Spring Festival Gala, tonight there will be "Not Bad Money"."

"it is good!"

The two went upstairs one after the other.

At that time, Jiang Hongshan and Yuan Youqin were unwrapping presents in the living room.

A watch received by the former.

The latter received a massager.

"Happy New Year, uncle and aunt! Happy New Year, Han Rou!"

As soon as Chu Yuwei entered the door, she immediately yelled obediently.

Yuan Youqin smiled openly: "Here you come? Sit here with Auntie."

"I...I want to sit with Jiang Zhou."

The couple looked at each other: "That's fine, we can't stay up all night, you young people should play, let's go back to the room."

Han Rou couldn't help raising her head: "Is this the Year of the Dog? Why is there so much food?

"What food?"

"Dog food!"

Jiang Zhou sat in the middle of the sofa: "Stop talking nonsense, where is my New Year's gift?"

Han Rou opened her eyes wide: "You are a brother, you should buy it for me."

"Pull it down, it's useless to ask your sister."

Chu Yuwei sat on the left: "I have a gift, but I forgot to take it."

Jiang Zhou pinched his small face: "You might as well not tell me, and tell me when you get it tomorrow.

"I'm sorry, I just came in a hurry."

"Don't apologize during the Chinese New Year, lest you have to apologize all year long."

"understood."

Jiang Zhou turned on the TV and switched to Central Radio 1.

Although at this time, no matter what TV station will broadcast the Spring Festival Gala.

But he always believes that the most authentic is to watch the Spring Festival Gala on the Central Radio 1 set.

After half an hour, Han Rou was a little sleepy.

So he waved his hand and went back to his room to get ready to sleep.

In fact, Jiang Zhou was dangling with a bottle full of half a bottle.

He hasn't stayed up all night since he came back from rebirth.

Especially the song and dance programs of the Spring Festival Gala are too sleep-promoting.

Not long after, he lay down on the sofa in a daze.

At this moment, in the Jiang family's living room, only Chu Yuwei was awake.

She first started to pretend to watch TV dramas seriously.

After looking at it for a long time, I suddenly found that there was no sound in the two bedrooms.

So, she pursed her lower lip, and couldn't help but move closer to Jiang Zhou.

This...isn't that good?

But no one will see it.

And she was able to spend the night with Jiang Zhou because of keeping the year old.

If you miss it once, you have to wait another year!

But what if it is discovered?

No...don't care!

Anyway, wealth and wealth are sought in insurance!

Chu Xiaohua crawled over, and slowly lowered her small mouth towards Jiang Zhou.

At this moment, Jiang Zhou suddenly opened his eyes slightly.

"what are you going to do?"

Chu Yuwei's face turned red suddenly: "I... I seek wealth and wealth!"

Jiang Zhou didn't understand, turned over and sat up on the sofa: "What a mess."

"How did you wake up?"

"I had a nightmare. A Nian beast was going to bite me. Fortunately, I woke up quickly."

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Chapter 155 I am obviously a scumbag

You are the Year Beast!

Is there such a beautiful Nian beast as me?

Chu Yuwei snorted in her heart, a little dissatisfied.

Why is my active skill always interrupted.

Is this a curse?

And Jiang Zhou really didn't know what she was doing just now.

So he sat up, poured a glass of water, and took a swig.

thump--

Why do you have to eat dog food? (Seek full order!!)

At this time, the wall clock on the wall issued ~ to tell the time on time.

At that time, all three hands crossed the 12 position.

The new year has really begun, and countless challenges and opportunities will come one after another.

"Happy New Year."

Chu Yuwei embraced the pillow: "Happy New Year."

"Well, I can't stand it anymore, go back to my room and sleep, take your time."

"Hey, how can you leave me alone!"

Jiang Zhou put down his glass: "It's okay, just treat the living room as your own home."

Chu Yuwei immediately stood up and rushed to Jiang Zhou's room: "This place is occupied by me, you can sleep on the sofa if you want to sleep!"

Jiang Zhou sighed helplessly, and retreated to the sofa again.

At that time, the TV was still playing the Spring Festival Gala.

Don't ask why there is a Spring Festival Gala in the early morning.

Because on New Year's Day, the end of the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala is a rebroadcast, which is a tradition.