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The place where Zhong Shaolin lives is not a villa, but a high-end apartment with proper security. It is not far from the company, and it takes only ten minutes to drive there.

Although Zhou Huai knew about it, he never came here once.

The security guard at the gate obviously still had a fresh memory of Zhong Shaolin, so he just came up to say hello and let him go.

Zhou Huai looked at the surrounding environment with the help of street lights. The floors here are not high, about seven or eight floors, and the distance between buildings is very large. Even the first floor will have sufficient sunlight.

Because the density of the buildings is not high, there are various green plants as far as the eye can see. In order to highlight the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, the tall pine trees are covered with various small lanterns.

After turning a few turns, the car stopped in an open space.

After getting out of the car, Zhou Huai thought of something, and asked slightly sideways: "I want to eat dumplings for Chinese New Year, do you have any at home?"

Zhong Shaolin's culinary skills are not flattering, and he probably wouldn't think so much.

As he got out of the car, he replied: "The things in the refrigerator are bought by part-time workers. I don't know if there are dumplings."

A gust of cold wind hit, mixed with a few sporadic snowflakes, Zhou Huai gathered up his coat, forget it, if I really don’t have one, I can pack some now, I just had a meal at Zhong’s house, and I will eat a few symbolic mouthfuls later That's it.

But on second thought, does Zhong Shaolin's family have a face?

Zhong Shaolin came over, helped him block part of the cold wind, and walked to the unit with him half in his arms.

Zhou Huai tugged at Zhong Shaolin's black coat, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any flour at home?"

"I don't know," Zhong Shaolin led everyone to the elevator, pressed the number six, and then asked suspiciously, "What do you want flour for?"

Zhou Huai slightly rolled his eyes. He felt that the probability of having flour was far less than the probability of having dumplings. Of course, the probability of having nothing was higher.

The two entered the house one after the other. Zhou Huai didn't take off his clothes. He went to the kitchen to look through the refrigerator first. Facts have proved that the part-time worker Zhong Shaolin hired is quite reliable. There are dumplings, and there are several flavors. There is even a small half bag of flour.

Zhong Shaolin took off his clothes, walked over from behind him, looked at the dumplings in Zhou Huai's hand, and ordered one of the bags, "Let's eat the three delicacies."

Zhou Huai is not picky about what he eats, so he took it out alone after hearing this.

The style of Zhong Shaolin's apartment is cooler, mainly gray, black and blue. Fortunately, the lighting is warm enough to neutralize part of the coldness.

The whole room was warm and warm, Zhou Huai felt the heat belatedly, he took off the outer coat, leaving only a milky white crew-neck sweater inside.

After Zhou Huai took off his clothes and returned to the kitchen, he saw Zhong Shaolin rolling up the sleeves of his sweater and studying with the bag of dumplings.

"It says to boil the water first, then..."

Before he finished reading, Zhou Huai took the bag of dumplings away from his hand, "There is no rush now, I will cook them later."

Zhong Shaolin raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was less than nine o'clock, so it was indeed a bit early.

Zhou Huai first put the dumplings in the fresh-keeping container, then took out some fruits from the inside and put them in the fruit plate, and the two went to the living room together.One side of the living room is a floor-to-ceiling window with an excellent view. Looking out from here, you can see almost a row of red lights, forming a bright sea of ​​lights. At this time, someone is setting off various fireworks. Blossoming fireworks of different shapes exploded in the air, like a silent fireworks show.

There was no coffee table in the living room, only a white plush carpet, and the two sat down on the carpet, using the sofa as a backrest.

Zhong Shaolin asked, "Watching TV?"

"Of course." Zhou Huai picked out a strawberry with the best quality and stuffed it into his mouth, and said as a matter of course: "The Spring Festival Gala has been broadcast for an hour, so hurry up and open it."

If Zhong Shaolin was alone at home, he would definitely not watch these programs, and maybe he would deal with some unfinished business in front of the computer. Now that there is one more person, all the steps are disrupted, but he is not at all I feel annoyed, but I feel that an empty place in my heart has been filled.

Zhong Shaolin said to a certain point in the air to turn on the TV, and the TV turned on with a buzzing sound.

It is voice controlled.

The sound of the lively party pierced into my ears, Zhou Huai sat relaxed on the carpet, with a bowl of fruit next to her, and picked up a bunch of grapes with her slender fingers and put them in her mouth. Hook the corners of your mouth.

Zhong Shaolin originally wanted to focus on the lively party in front of him, but he found that there was such a person sitting next to him that he couldn't concentrate at all.

White round neck sweater, above the collar is the slightly protruding Adam's apple, the Adam's apple is rolling up and down slightly, the soft and hot lips are extra moist under the soak of juice——

Zhou Huaizheng was concentrating on watching, and suddenly his whole body fell backwards. When he came back to his senses, Zhong Shaolin's lips had already pressed up and kissed his mouth.

……

It was nearly twelve o'clock at the party, there were fewer programs, and the host frequently came on stage. Zhou Huai's heaving chest slowly calmed down. He poked Zhong Shaolin's chest with his fingers, his sweaty face tensed, "...you still eat dumplings Stop eating?"

Zhong Shaolin grabbed his finger and put it on his lips to kiss him, then smiled, "I did it for almost three hours, of course I need to eat something to replenish my strength."

Zhou Huai picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it on Zhong Shaolin's body, "Then go boil the water."

Zhong Shaolin had no objection, but before getting up, he pulled him to kiss him again, and then stood up and went to the kitchen.

Zhou Huai was too lazy to move, but when he thought of his cooking skills, he could only endure the pain and put on his pants, and followed him into the kitchen.

"Why did you come in?" Zhong Shaolin was boiling water when he heard the movement behind him and turned around to ask.

Zhou Huai leaned his sore back on the floating platform, and said in a helpless tone, "Come over and watch you cook, I'm afraid the dumplings won't be finished, so I want a piece of soup."

Zhou Huai's complexion was fair, but just now when the two were making out, his face was slightly pink, and even the corners of his eyes were red, even if he was sarcastic and sarcastic now, he didn't look charming.

Zhong Shaolin wished he could just pull him onto the bed and be gentle again.

"The water is boiling," Zhou Huai, the supervisor, didn't know why Zhong Shaolin was distracted, and reminded him, "Put the dumplings in."

Zhong Shaolin cleared away the waste in his mind, and quickly put the dumplings in.

Seeing Zhong Shaolin put the dumplings in, Zhou Huai didn't care about them. He couldn't help pressing the center of his eyebrows with a headache, and asked, "Is this how you cook?"

Zhong Shaolin looked at the time on the watch decently, "Well, it said seven or eight minutes would be fine, and I'm counting the time."

Zhou Huai was speechless. Fortunately, he didn't expect Zhong Shaolin to serve a good plate of dumplings.

"I'll still come."

Zhou Huai felt that it was more tiring to direct from the sidelines, so he simply played in person.

When the dumplings were just poured in, the boiling water cooled down again. Zhou Huai turned the shovel and turned the bottom of the pot clockwise a few times to prevent the dumplings from sticking. Next, Zhou Huai didn't even look at his watch, but turned off the fire after seeing the dumplings slowly floating upwards like inflated balloons.

Zhong Shaolin's cooking skills are not very good, but his eyesight is not bad.

As soon as Zhou Huai stretched out his hand, he handed over the plate.

Zhou Huai divided the dumplings equally and served two plates.

The dumplings with thin skin and big stuffing are now like round and fat dolls, lying green on the plate, making people move their index fingers.Zhou Huai asked Zhong Shaolin to bring it out, then turned around and opened the refrigerator.

Zhong Shaolin didn't know what he was doing, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Zhou Huai's upper body was stuck in the refrigerator, and a clear voice came out, "You eat first, I'll make some vinegar sauce."

There was no movement behind him, Zhou Huai thought that Zhong Shaolin had eaten first, and he didn't care. When he finished mixing the vinegar sauce, he saw Zhong Shaolin adding layer after layer of cushions to the chair.

Zhou Huai was so busy with work just now that he forgot about the discomfort in his lower body. Now that all the discomfort came back, he couldn't help frowning. "Is it uncomfortable?" Zhong Shaolin took his vinegar sauce and put it on the dining table, with a hint of guilt in his eyes, "Why don't I hold you to eat?"

Thinking of the lingering on the carpet just now, Zhou Huai's face became hot, and he scolded in a low voice, "Shut up, eat!"

There was a thick cushion under the buttocks, and Zhou Huai got used to it after sitting for a while.

Although they are quick-frozen dumplings, they are full of fillings and fresh ingredients. With the vinegar sauce he made, the taste is very good.

Zhong Shaolin praised without hesitation, "My wife, your cooking skills are really good."

Under the dining table, Zhou Huai lifted his foot and kicked his calf, and said angrily, "Who is your wife?"

"Also, what kind of cooking skills do you need for the quick-frozen dumplings you bought in the supermarket?"

This praise really insulted him.

While talking, the twelve o'clock bell came from the TV, one sound after another, long and far-reaching, as if beating on the hearts of the two of them.

Zhong Shaolin was wearing his V-neck black sweater, with natural curly bangs covering his thick black eyebrows. There was infinite tenderness in his deep eyes, "Ah Huai, Happy New Year."

The new year began at this moment, Zhou Huai bent the corner of his mouth and whispered: "Happy New Year."

The two smiled at each other.

The next day, Zhou Huai woke up naturally after sleeping until he felt a light breath brushing against the back of his neck, and a thin arm rested on his waist.

Zhou Huai woke up, and after dinner last night, the two of them slept in bed for a while, and didn't sleep until around midnight. Zhong Shaolin was busy with work a year ago, and his overloaded work made him sleep extraordinarily deeply today.

Zhou Huai didn't want to disturb him at first, but no one would let him go.

The mobile phone vibrated suddenly, spinning on the cabinet, Zhong Shaolin was already awake when Zhou Huai reached out to take it.

He squinted his eyes, put his hands on his face, and it took a while to wake up a little.

Zhou Huai asked, "Did it wake you up?"

Zhong Shaolin took his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already 08:30. He woke up completely, "It's the first time I slept so late."

Zhou Huai leaned on the bed and turned on the phone, and saw the text message Wang Zhuo sent to him, which said, "Happy New Year, "Clone" is released today, do you want to go and see it?"