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Song Qiao had no way of knowing what was in Xu Dongbo's head.

He touched a few more cards, then pushed Xu Dongbo to exchange with him.

Sitting on the sidelines, of course it is impossible for him to touch the phone. It's okay that Xu Dongbo is sitting on the left, and Xu Dongyang is sitting on the right.

Mr. Xu, who is famous in the shopping mall, Song Qiao didn't even dare to glance at him.

After Xu Dongbo lost three hands, he became dissatisfied. He urged Song Qiao to look at Xu Dongyang's cards.

Of course, it was not difficult for Xu Dongyang to memorize the cards, but today he was relaxing after all, and when Song Qiao switched to his side, he would set up the cards.

Hearing Xu Dongbo's aboveboard urging Song Qiao to come over and look at his cards, Xu Dongyang sneered unceremoniously, glanced at Song Qiao, "Come and sit here."

Song Qiao weighed between Xu Dongbo and Xu Dongyang, and moved the stool to the other side, at the opposite corner to Xu Dongbo.

I don't know if it was because of being stimulated by his abandonment, Xu Dongbo followed up and chased two times, but soon became sluggish again.

Finally, when he left the table at twelve o'clock, Xu Dongbo had already lost more than 2000. He got up with a dark face, and took Song Qiao to the kitchen to cook dumplings.

"Don't be angry." Song Qiao pursed his lips, with an unstoppable smile on his face, who made Xu Dongbo's luck so bad that he gave money to others.

Xu Dongbo wasn't really angry either, he could sit with his family and play a game of cards in a relaxed manner without worrying about winning or losing. He just cared about losing face in front of Song Qiao.

However, seeing that Song Qiao was now smiling and relaxed, he felt it was worth it, anyway, his brother would give him pocket money later on.

Xu Dongbo didn't mind in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, and he was stirring the soup pot with a spoon.

Today is the New Year's Eve, so I added this meal, and then I can go back to sleep after eating some dumplings.

"Are you really angry?" Song Qiao couldn't help, after being pulled by Xu Dongbo, he just stood by the Liulitai, tugged at his sleeve, and tilted his head to look at him.

Xu Dongbo raised his hand to protect his head, "Be careful of burning."

Song Qiao leaned over and happened to be above the boiling pot. If Song Qiao was lower, the scalding steam would hit his face.

After saying this sentence, Xu Dongbo fell silent again.

Song Qiao bent his eyes and turned his head away, and didn't continue to speak. After Xu Dongbo finished filling up the dumplings and took them out, he took out his mobile phone and clicked, then took his own bowl and walked out.

"Go to bed early." Xu Dongyang put the bowl into the dishwasher, passed by the living room and saw the two of them still there, so he mentioned it.

Xu Dongbo stared at the TV without looking sideways, and Song Qiao who was sitting on the other side smiled at him, "I'll be leaving later, Mr. Xu..."

"Call him Mr. Xu, let's call him brother." Xu Dongyang glanced at Xu Dongbo and sneered, "Remember to change your words tomorrow morning, don't teach me to call Mr. Xu, at least he is an uncle."

Song Qiao was still hesitating, but Xu Dongyang went back after reminding him.

When the door was closed, Song Qiao turned his head and looked at Xu Dongbo.

What was broadcast on TV was the rerun of the Spring Festival Gala. Xu Dongbo had already listened to it when he was playing mahjong just now. Now he didn't watch it at all, and wanted to let Song Qiao coax him.

As a result, Song Qiao glanced at him and went back to the room directly.

The two of them naturally lived in one room, and I don't know if it was Xu Dongyang who shared the room. There were five rooms on the second floor, and they happened to be allocated alone at one end, while Xu Dongyang lived with his parents at the other end.

Whether intentional or not, this is a good opportunity.

Xu Dongbo moved his ears, and when he heard the door close, he glanced up.

After confirming that Song Qiao really went back, after ignoring him, he could only angrily press the remote control and turn off the TV.

If the mountain is not just me, I will go there by myself.

He pushed open the bedroom door aggressively, only to find that Song Qiao had already gone in to take a shower.

Xu Dongyang's arrogance faded again, and he sat on the stool and checked Weibo.

There were quite a few people staying up late tonight, and he followed suit with a wave of popularity, and the number of fans gradually increased, and now it has risen to 200 million.

And this is his first TV show.

It's just that the last comment was a bit sad.

Xu Dongbo thought for a while, and then posted a Happy New Year message. The accompanying picture was a photo Fang Cheng took for him when he came back two days ago. At that time, he told him to keep it and post it on Weibo when he had the chance.

The sound of water in the bathroom was still ringing, and it was obvious that Song Qiao hadn't come out yet.

Xu Dongbo clicked on the comments out of boredom. The first few were to congratulate him on a happy new year, mixed in with a very conspicuous comment.

Have you eaten today: At first glance, it looks like a fellow, a single dog holding his paw.

Xu Dongbo moved his finger, but he didn't return it, but quickly crossed this one. He is not a single dog, his boyfriend is in the bathroom.

Thinking of this, he silently turned up again.

In less than a minute, the comment just now has been replied by several people.

Xu Dongbo immediately understood why only single dogs have the time to post on Weibo at this time.

It's a pity that he can't fight back yet, he can only watch a bunch of single dogs line up below.

Xu Dongbo sighed, his ears moved suddenly.

The sound of water stopped.

Xu Dongbo immediately put on a serious face, determined to let Song Qiao come over to coax him today, on the first day of the new year, he must strengthen his position.

Song Qiao didn't hear the sound of the door opening, and when he came out and saw Xu Dongbo, he was surprised, and soon a helpless smile appeared on his face.

While wiping his hair, he walked towards Xu Dongbo, and finally sat on the stool next to Xu Dongbo, "Haven't you read the message I sent you?"

Xu Dongbo frowned, took a peek at Song Qiao, and still couldn't help asking, "What did you send me?"

"Look for yourself." Song Qiao's eyes were full of smiles. He put his elbows on the table to support his head, looked at Xu Dongbo's cell phone, and then at Xu Dongbo.

Xu Dongbo's face was full of reluctance, so he clicked on WeChat.

The messages of blessings started to come in continuously just after midnight, so he just blocked them after reading a few.

Clicking in at this moment, I saw Song Qiao at the top at a glance, and sent a message half an hour ago.

At that time they should be eating or cooking dumplings, Xu Dongbo thought, and ordered in.

What catches the eye is a row of red envelopes.

"Why are you sending me red envelopes?" He immediately pressed the back button, feeling uncomfortable.

Does he care about that little money?

Song Qiao stretched out his hand and held down his movement, "You click to open it first."

Xu Dongbo looked at him with a frown, and at Song Qiao's insistence, clicked on the first one.

520.

There were more than 20 points in a row, Xu Dongbo didn't count, but his heart beat faster.

However, Song Qiao was still explaining in his clear voice, "Today should be No. 20, right? I see that age on your ID card."

As for when the birthday is, Song Qiao didn't ask him, but pointed at the screen with his finger, "No, 27."

"I also made up for the previous likes."

Fireworks exploded in Xu Dongbo's heart, and his heartbeat was uncontrollable. He threw the phone aside casually, hooked Song Qiao's neck and kissed it.

"27 is not enough, I want a hundred."

"Greedy." Song Qiao was a little breathless after being kissed by him, glared at him, and cursed with a sneer.

He said he was going to get his cell phone, but was stopped by Xu Dongbo.

Song Qiao raised his eyebrows, "I don't want it now?"

"Aren't you just wanting it now?" Xu Dongbo hooked the strap of his bathrobe, and directly pulled Song Qiao to his side, and the two of them stumbled onto the bed.

Xu Dongbo's eyes were unusually bright, "I have to give it separately, I want it every year."

He didn't wait for Song Qiao to come down after he finished speaking, and jumped on it directly.

After being turned into a red wave overnight, when Song Qiao woke up the next morning, Song Qiao still couldn't tell where he was.

He moved his fingers and barely sat up on the bed.

Xu Dongbo has always been measured, especially when he knew he had a job, he was very restrained and polite in bed.

They were at someone else's house last night, and Song Qiao rejected them several times. As a result, Xu Dongbo kept pretending to be confused, and ended up messing around in the middle of the night.

The thick blackout curtains blocked all the light, Song Qiao fumbled to turn on the desk lamp, and before seeing the phone, Xu Dongbo stepped in.

Xu Dongbo walked to the bed in two or three steps, helped Song Qiao get off the ground, and planned to hug Song Qiao, but Song Qiao patted him away.

"What time is it?" Song Qiao asked, only to realize that his voice was hoarse after speaking.

Thinking of going out to meet people in this state later, his face turned red.

"It's only ten o'clock." Xu Dongbo kissed him happily, and handed Song Qiao a glass of water.

Song Qiao's fingers pinching the wall of the cup turned white. After taking a few sips to calm down, he went to wash up without even looking at Xu Dongbo.

He finished washing with a cold face, and when he opened the door, he saw Xu Dongbo standing at the door of the bathroom with his hands down.

With a low eyebrow and a pleasing eye, it seems that he has already known his mistake.

"Don't be angry, we're still at someone else's house." Xu Dongbo said brazenly.

Song Qiao calmed down when he heard his words, glared at him, and put his hand on his arm, "You know it's outside."

Xu Dongbo lowered his head, as if he would be beaten or scolded.

Looking at him like this, Song Qiao's teeth were itchy, but he couldn't really do anything, so he could only speed up his pace and go out the door.

"Qiaoqiao, if you catch a cold, stay in bed for a while. It's snowing today, so it's a little cold." Mother Xu stood up immediately when she saw him go out, and said with emotion.

Song Qiao glanced out of the window. Looking down from the sixteenth floor, there was a vast expanse of whiteness in the distance. He bent his lips and smiled, "Only when it snows can the New Year's atmosphere be felt."

While Song Qiao was talking, Xu Dongyang had already brought tea from the kitchen and invited them to sit down and offer tea.

"Uncle, happy new year."

"Auntie, Happy New Year."

Song Qiao held the tea, and respectfully served the tea to the two of them, and seeing Xu Dongbo follow him to do this set of movements, he felt a little strange in his heart.

What happened next surprised him even more.

Xu's father and Xu's mother directly took out two red envelopes and handed them to them.

When Song Qiao hesitated, he was stuffed into his hand.

Xu Dongyang also coughed to signal them to offer tea.

Song Qiao received three red envelopes in the morning, feeling heavy in his pocket.

And the scene in the morning, why is it so like a new daughter-in-law offering tea at the beginning?