I pamper the little baby in 80

Seeing that the Chinese New Year was about to come, the old man's condition was gradually recovering. Under the careful care of Yuan Hongjun and Fan Ze, he was finally discharged from the hospital on the 29th day of the year.

The two happily sent the old man home. Yuan Hongjun also went to the market to buy some vegetables, meat and fruits, and cooked a big meal for the old man and Fan Ze.

The three of them gathered around the table and looked at the delicious food on the table, and they all had joyful expressions on their faces.

Both Yuan Hongjun and Fan Ze had less than half a glass of white wine poured in front of them, and the old man had only a glass of boiled water in front of him. For the old man who usually drank two glasses, he was really greedy.

It's just that he is recovering from a serious illness now, and the doctor said that smoking and alcohol are prohibited. It is impossible for him to drink, so he can only keep eating vegetables.

The old man picked up his water glass, looked at his grandson and Yuan Hongjun with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Today, let's have a meal together, it's a festival. I see you, Xiao Yuan, come to my house during the Spring Festival this year. When the old man arrives I'll show you off from time to time, thanks to you for taking care of my old man Ozawa for more than half a year, I use water instead of wine, thank you here."

Yuan Hongjun waved his hands again and again, picked up the wine glass, touched the old man, and said, "What are you talking about, old man? Ozawa has a relatively down-to-earth personality, but he also stood by my side, and just needs someone to cooperate with him."

After the two clinked glasses, Yuan Hongjun raised his head and drank half a glass of baijiu. The spicy baijiu went from his mouth to his throat and went straight to his stomach. It was hot and hot, making people feel very comfortable all over.

The three of them have similar temperaments, and the more they chat, the more speculative they become. It was also very cheerful during the meal, and the banquet lasted for about two hours.

Yuan Hongjun drank two big cups of liquor, and he was really dizzy, his cheeks were slightly red, he patted Fan Ze's shoulder with his hot big hand, stretched out his hand and squeezed the other's neck, and said with a big tongue: "You are at home Pack up your things, I'll go back when I get a little drunk."

Fan Ze quickly reached out to support Yuan Hongjun: "Brother, why don't you go back and go to the Westinghouse, the stove is on and it's very hot."

"No, I...I have to go back." Yuan Hongjun walked out in vain without staggering.

After Fan Ze greeted the old man, he followed Yuan Hongjun out, intending to send him home, fearing that he would fall again on the road.

The two stumbled into the dark alley. Street lights were not so common in this era, and people around the alley were reluctant to light up the lights, and it was pitch black everywhere.

After drinking, Yuan Hongjun became addicted to cigarettes. He took out a big front door and stuffed it in his mouth. The lighter in his hand was not working for some reason.

Fan Ze hurried forward, grabbed Yuan Hongjun's arm with one hand, reached out to take the lighter and pressed it twice, the faint yellow flames.Swaying in the air, taking advantage of Fan Ze's exquisite face, it became more and more fascinating.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yuan Hongjun squinted his eyes, clasped Fan Ze's neck with one hand, squeezed it lightly, and went to light the lighter with the inkstone in his mouth.

Yuan Hongjun's handsome side face was reflected in front of Fan Ze's eyes, and Fan Ze's cheeks were slightly reddish, whether it was the light of the fire or something else.

His voice stammered a bit: "Brother...you...why did you...want to kiss last time."

Yuan Hongjun held a cigarette in one hand, pinched Fan Ze's neck with the other, and moved close to his ear, spraying hot breath on his round and small ears, and said with a hoarse smile, "Why do you say?"