You are obedient[电竞]

Back home, the New Year's goods that were piled up in the rear compartment were moved down by Song's mother and Song's father.

The new year's goods are bought, and the next step is to post Spring Festival couplets.

They bought a lot of Spring Festival couplets as a backup, but Father Song didn't know where the leisurely mood came from. He felt that the couplets should be written by himself, and he didn't know where to find blank Spring Festival couplets. He stared at Shao Jing's beautiful hands for a long time .

"Cough, Ah Jing..." Because Song Yan had been staring at the side, Father Song didn't have the nerve to pull Shao Jing directly, "Can you write with a brush?"

Captain Shao knows everything, just this handwriting, like a dog crawling, but in front of his father-in-law, there is no way to deny it.

By the time the brush reached his hand, it was already too late.

Song Yan had seen Shao Jing's notes. When Xingshen signed, the words were flying and dancing, and no one could recognize what those words were.

But in Song Yan's eyes, that is a good word in its own class.

So he didn't stop Shao Jing from writing Spring Festival couplets.

This may be the so-called beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Therefore, when Shao Jing's brush writing fell on the valuable paper, Song Yan was still full of liking.

Father Song looked at the sentence "Congratulations on the New Year" with a tangled expression on his face, and he became even more tangled seeing his son's love from the bottom of his heart.

Could it be that he has done too much business these years, and even the aesthetics have begun to differ?

In the end, the sentence written by Shao Jing was still posted on the door as a horizontal batch, and it was pasted together with the couplet written by Song Yan, which was quite a contrast.

On the night of New Year's Eve, Shao Jing and Song Yan nestled in the kitchen making glutinous rice balls and making dumplings.

Both of them were newbies in the kitchen, flour was scattered everywhere, and Mother Song stood at the door of the kitchen with a look on my face that I wanted to help.

Papa Song shook the newspaper: "Young people, let them go."

"Wrap a copper coin." Song Yan finished making an oval glutinous rice ball. The glutinous rice balls he made are generally too big and filled with a lot of fillings, but the shape is relatively uniform, at least they are still round.

"Huh?" Shao Jing was rubbing the sticky glutinous rice balls under his hands: "The wrapping is so obvious, why don't you give me a little treat?"

"En, yes." Song Yan lowered his head and smiled, with some flour on his face.

"In the coming year, we must go smoothly, whether it is a game or a good life."

Hope everything is going well with you.

Shao Jing looked at the strangely shaped glutinous rice balls he had made, frowned, and added for him: "You are fine too."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to wipe off the flour on Song Yan's face, but his hands were also covered with flour, and this made Song Yan's face look more like a little cat.

Shao Jing held a glutinous rice ball in one hand, and pinched the little cat's face with the other. The little cat didn't hide, but the bright red lips were a bit alluring under the light.

"Tsk. Mom is watching outside." Shao Jing was discouraged: "Go back to your room to clean you at night."

Song Yan innocently rubbed his face, which had been rubbed by him for a long time, and his face turned red: "Obviously...you are the one who bullies people."

Shao Jing clicked his tongue again, this little cat will resist again.

"Huh? I'm bullying?" He gave a long cry: "If I'm bullying, what's that at night, Yanyan?"

Song Yan blushed and stopped talking to him.

The action of putting copper coins in his hand is unambiguous.

When eating in the evening, Song Yan picked out those glutinous rice balls and dumplings stuffed with copper coins one by one and put them into Shao Jing's bowl.

Song's mother and Song's father looked like "the son has a partner and doesn't care about them at all".

On the other hand, Shao Jing picked out the odd-shaped glutinous rice balls he had made that contained coins, and gave one to Song's mother and Song's father, and put the others into Song Yan's bowl.

"Everything will go well in the new year for those who eat copper coins and coins!" Mother Song said with a smile while holding a Coke.

I haven't had such a happy year in a long time.

Shao Jing and Song Yan looked at each other with a smile, and raised their wine glasses in response.

Papa Song originally wanted to drag Shao Jing to drink soju, but was bluffed back by Song Yan's aggrieved eyes.

"You can't drink strong alcohol." Song Yan stared at the wine glass: "It hurts your body."

Father Song nodded helplessly, but he heard his son say, "Dad, drink it yourself."

Feelings are not for him.

Shao Jing squeezed his fiancé's hand under the table: "I listen to Yanyan."

In the end, Shao Jing and Song Yan took a sip of wine, and they used tea instead of wine.

Song Yan's capacity for drinking was very poor, and he poured it down one glass. Even though the wine was only low-strength beer, he had already tilted his head and leaned on Shao Jing's shoulder and muttered.

"I want to eat glutinous rice balls~" Song Yan acted coquettishly, dangling Shao Jing's arm with one hand.

In the atmosphere where Song's mother pretended to ignore Song's father and said that I only drink and don't know anything else, Shao Jing fed Song Yan.

"Hi, I want bean paste~" Song Yan chewed the glutinous rice balls, feeling a little choked, and opened his mouth: "I want to drink water~"

Shao Jing then handed him water to his mouth.

After drinking the water, Song Yan started to eat again.

"Bean paste~"

“The meat of the crab~”

"Shrimp~burp~"

While wanting to eat, he rubbed Shao Jing's arm back and forth.

In the end, when he finally burped, Papa Song also drank too much and poured it on the table, and Mama Song ate on her own, regardless of whether he was full or not.

When Shao Jing carried Song Yan into the room, Father Song shook his body and grabbed the shoulder of his future son-in-law.

"Ah Jing! Our Yanyan's personality is too boring."

Shao Jing was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Mama Song, seeing Mama Song nodding, he chatted with Papa Song.

"He, he has liked you for so long, his mother and I are anxious..."

"I found him a fiancee..."

Shao Jing squinted his eyes, fiancee?

"Oh, but I didn't really look for it. I just wanted to scare him and make him muster up the courage to come to you."

"Although the fiancée has been chosen, no one has said anything yet."

"If Yanyan really doesn't want to take that step, I'll...I'll force him to go on a blind date..."

Shao Jing helped his father-in-law to sit on the sofa, "If he doesn't step out, I will too."

"Dad, I know, you don't worry about him being with me."

"My career and family background seem unreliable, but..." Shao Jing smiled: "As long as I can give, I will give him everything."

"Thank you also for your willingness to trust me and let him try."

Papa Song hiccupped with his eyes closed, and fell asleep on the sofa.

Mother Song finished the last crab leg, washed her hands, and took out a super thick red envelope from her pocket: "This is your lucky money."

"You, don't think too much, the child's father just drank too much, and what he said has no other meaning."

"We are very grateful that you are willing to be with Yanyan, and we are very happy that Yanyan has such a good boyfriend like you. You don't know that every time you play, as long as there is a broadcast, this old man in my family has to pull me to watch , how can I understand these."

Even though Shao Jing is so thick-skinned, he never took the New Year's money. Now he reached out to accept such a thick red envelope, and said a little embarrassedly: "Thank you, Mom."

Mother Song smiled softly: "I still wanted to keep the year old." She looked up and looked upstairs: "You should go up early to accompany Yanyan, happy new year, good boy."

Shao Jing originally planned to help wash the dishes together, but in the end he couldn't hold back Mother Song's insistence and was chased upstairs.

On the bed, Song Yan slept soundly.

Shao Jing took a bath for him, changed into his pajamas, and climbed into bed after taking a bath himself.

When the twelve o'clock bell struck, Shao Jing opened his eyes and looked at the colorful fireworks suddenly blooming outside the window. The person in his arms opened his eyes sleepily and rubbed his arms around his waist: "Happy New Year, husband."

When Shao Jing looked at him again, Song Yan had already closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Even though he was drunk, his body set a biological clock for himself, and he woke up so punctually.

Shao Jing laughed.

The text message rings.

Fu Shu: Captain, Happy New Year!How does the little boss feel about the Chinese New Year?

Lu Ziye: Captain, Happy New Year!Did you tell Yu Ruan my home address?

Shenhua: Hehe, be gentle with the little boss, happy new year.

Xiaobai: Happy New Year, captain, you don’t know that my dad forced me to study business administration while I was convalescing, I’d rather train under your pressure!

Fang Zhiqian: Happy New Year

Labo: Captain, happy new year, sister-in-law happy new year!

……

There are also many blessings from other teams, but these people all heard that he went to his father-in-law's house for the New Year, and they sent congratulatory messages and gossip greetings.

Shao Jing sneered, then grinned happily and gently.

In the past New Years, he lived in the base, eating instant noodles alone, and then the team members sent videos over one by one, watching them enjoying themselves, he also envied and looked forward to it.

now--

He looked at Song Yan who was sleeping in his arms with a flush on his face, turned on the camera, and took a photo of his profile.

Then he leaned down and kissed his soft cheek.

The other party probably felt it, and rubbed against his arms, showing a satisfied smile, but did not wake up.

Weibo was updated 1 second ago.

HE_Hang: Happy New Year [with picture of Song Yan's side face and his hand]

Most likely because the Spring Festival Gala was too boring, many people followed Weibo. As soon as Shao Jing posted Weibo, many fans responded.

Fan 1: Ahhhhhh Xingshen posted a blog! !Ahhhhhhhh is this Xingshen's boyfriend? It's so cute

Fan 2: Sleeping in one bed! !I am dead! !happy new year ah ah ah

Fan 3: Did you go to the other party's house for the New Year? The comfort of the old mother ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fan 4: Woohoo, this CEO looks so young!

Shao Jing praised them one by one.

I don't know how long it took, the fireworks show outside ended, Shao Jing also hugged Song Yan, unable to hold back the drowsiness, the two of them entangled their limbs and fell into a deep sleep.

A new year begins.

A new life has also begun.

Outside the house is a sky full of gorgeous stars.

Inside the house is my heart entangled with you.