Shoot Love Doll Costumes

Happy days are always passing by, and the new year is gradually passing by. The taste of the new year is getting stronger and stronger, and the work is coming to an end. Everyone is busy for the new year holiday.

As night fell on New Year's Eve, the taste of the new year became more and more intense. Kim Jaejoong returned home early in the morning after receiving his annual leave from the company, and bought a lot of hot pot ingredients from the supermarket to have a big meal with his lover.

As soon as Zheng Yunhao returned to the villa, he saw Jin Zaizhong was busy in the kitchen, he felt a warm feeling in his heart, and before taking off his suit, he rubbed against Jaezhong, "Zaizhong, what are you going to eat tonight?"

"Hotpot." Zaizhong looked up and said with a smile, "Hurry up and change your clothes."

"I don't want it, I'm hungry." After saying that, he gnawed on Jin Zaizhong's neck.

"Go away!" Since entering the ranks of models, Kim Jaejoong has found that Zheng Yunhao has been keen to bite his neck, and often bites in conspicuous places, which is extremely annoying for the industry that relies on appearance for a living.

"No," seeing Jin Zaizhong pushing and shoving, he grabbed him even harder and began to suck.

"Go and change your clothes first!"

"Eat you first!"

"Fuck you! This year won't be over!" Jin Zaizhong glared at him with a puffy face.

Zheng Yunhao couldn't help it, so he could only touch his soft hair and said, "Don't be angry, I'll change my clothes right now, shall we celebrate New Year's Eve together tonight?"

"Ah."

Zheng Yunhao smiled and said, "Do you need me to help you later?"

"Need not."

"Okay." Zheng Yunhao walked out of the kitchen, turning his head to look at the busy Kim Jaejoong from time to time, feeling happy from the bottom of his heart.

When the two had eaten and drank enough, washed up and leaned on the sofa to watch the lively New Year program on the TV, Zheng Yunhao held Kim Jaejoong in his arms and asked in a low voice on the top of his hair, "Aren't you going back?"

Jin Zaizhong was taken aback for a moment, then understood the question he asked, smiled and said, "They don't care about me." Yes, they don't care.

"One day it was said that you haven't gone back for many years."

"They don't care, there's no need." Zaizhong said calmly.

"Go back, I'll accompany you." Zheng Yunhao hugged him distressedly.

"..." Jaejoong didn't speak any more, the festive program on TV seemed to be unable to render the silence between the two of them, after a while, he looked up at Yunho who was hugging him, and smiled." how about you?"

"What?" Zheng Yunhao hadn't gotten out of the thought of persuading Jin Zaizhong to return to his hometown.

"I said, why don't your parents let you go home?"

Zheng Yunhao touched his head, "They accept my choice, I don't know which country to visit now."

Jin Jaejoong laughed even harder, "Then we can celebrate the New Year together."

"But I still hope you go home and have a look," Zheng Yunhao looked at him with certainty, after all, he is the person who is related to Jaejoong by blood.

Jin Zaizhong saw that he had come back and thought about what to say, but the phone rang at this moment, interrupting their thoughts.

Zaizhong looked at the display on the phone screen, frowned slightly, and the smile on his face faded to nothing, "Mom."

The person on the phone seemed to be talking a lot, so Kim Jaejoong didn't answer, but just stared blankly ahead, "Okay, I will."

After Jin Zaizhong answered the phone, he stared blankly at the phone screen until it went out, raised his head and blinked at Zheng Yunhao, with tears in his eyes, and cried while holding Zheng Yunhao. Crying out all the grievances of so many years, "I... my mother said, my dad told me to go back... woo... my dad beat me back then, he, he said he told me to heal my illness Go back again... woo... Mom said she saw me in a magazine... She said he missed me..."

Apart from comforting his back, and kissing and kissing the top of his hair non-stop, Zheng Yunhao couldn't say anything except his heartache, and could only listen to him quietly.

"My dad actually...told me to go back...he wants to see me, wants to see me...he is sick..." In the last sentence, Kim Jaejoong seemed to be about to collapse, and he held onto Jung Yunho tightly with his fingers The corners of the clothes, the tears kept rolling down from the corners of the eyes, the corners of the eyes were red from crying, a phone call, the kind of warmth needed by the family, like the missing piece of the soul was finally found, the feeling is indescribable.

"Let's go back, I'll go back with you." Zheng Yunhao hugged him tightly, his heart full of distress.

"Leave tomorrow, I want to go home..."

"Okay, I'll go and book the plane ticket." Zheng Yunhao immediately called his assistant and immediately booked the earliest flight tomorrow.

Kim Jaejoong still couldn't get out of the phone call just now, and his tears kept flowing as if he couldn't stop it. I really can't imagine what the family has become after returning home after so many years.Zheng Yunhao didn't know what to do except keep comforting him, "Jaejoong, don't cry, everything will be fine."

"..." Jin Zaizhong held his hand tightly like a child, as if the only remaining support around him would fly away as soon as he let go.

"Tonight is New Year's Eve, you can't cry, if you cry for a year, you will cry, everything will be fine, um." Zheng Yunhao sighed thinking he was tired, picked him up and walked to the bedroom.

Jin Zaizhong sobbed for a while, but still held onto Zheng Yunhao's clothes tightly, "I don't sleep on New Year's Eve, I have to watch the year."

"Okay, don't sleep, let's lie down and chat."

It was close to twelve o'clock in the morning, except for their villa, the neighbors outside the house started to set off firecrackers. The festive atmosphere seemed to be unable to affect Kim Jaejoong's emotions. Suddenly, colorful lights flashed outside the window, and the sound seemed to be children outside setting off fireworks.

Jin Jaejoong's eyes lit up, "It's Chinese New Year."

"Well, it's Chinese New Year," Zheng Yunhao smiled helplessly, it seems that this year is the worst.

"Fireworks, take a good look." Zaizhong stared at the fireworks set off by the children outside, not feeling annoyed by the bang bang bang sound.

Seeing that Kim Jaejoong seemed to be interested, Jung Yunho remembered that he had just bought fireworks back from get off work, and said to him, "Let's go and set them off too."

"Huh?" Jin Zaizhong looked at him suspiciously, and then he pulled him up, put on his coat, and dragged him out of the room.

The night of New Year's Eve was clear, the bright moonlight fell on the white snow, Zheng Yunhao was squatting in the yard, playing with the fireworks in his hand, smiling at Kim Jaejoong and saying, "I'm going to light it!"

Jin Zaizhong looked at the rising fireworks, his stiff expression was a little loose, the night sky in winter was lit up by colorful fireworks, and the sky was full of splendor.

Zheng Yunhao smiled at him, "Jaejoong, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Kim Jaejoong looked at Jung Yunho standing under the night sky of fireworks, holding a stick of fireworks in his hand. Jung Yunho was very handsome and smiled softly. This scene, after many years, he never forgot.

On the first day of the new year, the two of them searched for a wash and then flew to City G. The moment they got off the plane, Zheng Yunhao didn't care about how many people around the airport would show strange looks, and tightly held Jin Jaejoong's hand.

"Jajoong, I booked a room at the hotel, and I will accompany you to your home, if you don't want me to go in with you first, I can stay at the hotel first." Zheng Yunhao didn't want Jaejoong to face his family and feel embarrassed because of his existence .

Jin Zaizhong thought about it, he hasn't been back to City G for many years, and he doesn't know what's going on at home, "Okay, I'll go see my parents first, and I'll go to the hotel to find you later."

"Yeah." Zheng Yunhao sent Kim Jaejoong to the door, saw the place where he lived when he was a child, smiled faintly, turned and left.

Jin Zaizhong rang the doorbell apprehensively, and stared blankly at the door being opened. A strange yet familiar person stood in front of him, and he called out "Mom."

Mother saw her son, whom she hadn't seen for many years, standing at the door, stepped forward and hugged him, and immediately burst into tears. The fists with curled fingers tapped lightly on his shoulders and on his cheeks. In my heart, "Son...you brat is finally willing to come back...I called so many times...you have no heart!"

"Mom..." Belongs to the mother's specific warmth, carefully observe the mother's face, the wrinkles on the face show her hard life "I'm sorry."

"Stinky boy... as long as you come back, just come back..." Which mother does not hope that her child will be safe, and which mother will not miss the child who is drifting away.

"What about dad..."

"Come in and talk," Zaizhong's mother dragged him into the house, seeing that the layout of the house hadn't changed much, but the atmosphere of the New Year's Eve didn't seem to be much exaggerated in the family.

As soon as he entered the room, Zaizhong's mother yelled, "My son's father, Zaizhong is back!"

Zaizhong never thought that his father came out in a wheelchair, his tired and pale face was full of helplessness, "Zazhong...."

"Dad...how are you..." Mother didn't make it clear on the phone at all, she just said that father was sick.

"At the end of last year, your father had a stroke and was admitted to the hospital, and then he couldn't stand up." Zaizhong's mother sighed.

"Why didn't you tell me!" Jin Zaizhong thought of his father chasing and beating him with a stick, and he couldn't even stand up in a blink of an eye, and his eyes turned red.

"What are you talking about, I'm not dead yet." Father Jin glanced at Mother Jin, then turned to Jaejoong and said, "I'm back, let's have a good meal."

In the long-lost tone, Zai Zhong couldn't hold back the tears at the corners of his eyes, dripped down, and knelt down beside his father's wheelchair, "Dad, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry for what," Jin's father also sighed, "Get up." The mother on the other side also wanted to help him up.

"Dad, I'm not filial, I should have come back earlier, I'm sorry..."

Jin's father couldn't bear to hear him say this, and said, "Get up, son, Dad has figured it out too, and you will grow up in the world. I will be satisfied if you come back to see me and your mother more often."

When Jin’s father said this, he also acquiesced in his choice, and Jin Zaizhong cried. It turned out that he could still go home. “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry…”

The mother of gold also wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes and pulled him up, and said angrily, "It's the first day of the new year, why are you crying, come, let's have dinner."

"Well, don't cry." Jin Zaizhong wiped his face and smiled at his mother, "I'll help you."

There is nothing like a family sitting together with Le Rongrong to have a meal, the long-lost taste, the long-lost warmth, the feeling of home.