Talking tablemates chase after me

On the way home, there were only a pair of footprints running over another thick layer of firecracker crumbs on the ground.

The younger sister was lying on Mingxi's shoulders, and fell asleep contentedly. Ding Jinyu took off her coat and wrapped the little girl up; Ming's father woke up and saw the note Mingxi left, made a pot of tea and waited for the children to come back in the living room.

When Ding Jinyu walked to the gate of the courtyard and saw the lamp in the living room, he immediately felt sad.

Who wouldn't want to see a lamp waiting forever at home the moment they step into the house; but there are so many lamps waiting for someone in the world, but none of them are waiting for him.

After Mingxi entered the room, he gently carried his younger sister into the room to sleep. Ding Jinyu greeted Ming's father politely and prepared to go home.

"Where are you going back so late?" Ming's father stood up from the sofa excitedly, "I was afraid that Ming Xi's brain would make you go home so late by yourself, and you didn't reply when you sent him a message. of."

"It's late at night, and it's not easy to take a taxi during the Chinese New Year. What's the matter on your way back?" He excitedly stepped forward and grabbed Ding Jinyu, "How do you want uncle to explain to your parents?"

"Uncle..." Ding Jinyu lowered his eyes helplessly, "I..."

I don't have parents, you don't need to tell anyone.

He looked at Father Ming's concerned eyes, and the words he said eventually became: "Uncle, I'll go back very close, pick up a bicycle at the door, and we'll be there in a few minutes."

"That's not okay. Those who celebrate the Chinese New Year are all reunited with their families, and there is no one on the street..." Father Ming shook his head repeatedly, "Aside from other things, it's dark and midnight, and a fall is terrible. The thing about... no, no..."

"Same table?" Without waiting for Ding Jinyu to answer, Ming Xi came out of her younger sister's room, just in time to see Ming's father dragging him to sit at the same table, and quickly stepped forward, "Do you want to go back?"

Ding Jinyu nodded, "Go back and give Ding Yinan a message."

He didn't bring out his mobile phone, Ding Yinan would be in a hurry to find someone; at least this reason sounds perfect.

"Wait for your reply, Sister Nan was already in a hurry to kill you." Ming Xi gave him a disgusted look, and almost said that your lie was not very good, "I told Sister Nan before dinner, You are here with me to reassure her."

Ding Jinyu thought of Ding Yinan poking his mouth and looking at himself, "Tut tsk tsk, my little fish has grown up", his scalp felt numb.

"I..." He instinctively wanted to refute, but he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"I told Sister Nan that you are at my house. You will leave now, and she will beat me up." Ming Xi looked at Ding Jinyu sincerely, raising his big eyes that seemed to always be smiling. "Don't go."

"At least—" I don't know if it was the unexpected hug in the small square just now, which silently shortened the distance between the two of them. He boldly stepped forward and grabbed Ding Jinyu's hand, "Get up tomorrow and say hello to my sister." .”

Those big eyes were still there, and this time she looked at Ding Jinyu with a bit of pleading, "On the first day of the new year, she woke up and found you missing. How disappointed should she be?"

"That's right, that's right, it's easy to say anything when it's dawn—" Father Ming echoed as he walked into the house, "When Xixi was young, Zhou Hao was beaten up all over the street by his father, and he often hid at our house stay."

"It's not troublesome to add an extra bed quilt." He turned his head at the door of the house and smiled at Ding Jinyu, "It's winter, the two brothers are crowded together, and it's still warm."

The sound of fireworks and firecrackers gradually died down, the rest of the Ming family also fell asleep, and the whole room fell silent, except for the sound of the hair dryer in Ding Jinyu's hand.

The hot wind blows Ding Jinyu's half-dried hair, and he has already started to get hot before "squeezing", and he always feels that his throat is dry.

Ming Xi was the last to take a shower, and this time she was bringing hot milk into the room.

Seeing that Ding Jinyu was wearing his pajamas, which didn't fit well, and the movement of raising his hands to blow his hair revealed a tight waistline; his ears felt hot, as if he was scalded by the glass in his hand.

The pajamas were a bit skinny, Ding Jinyu unbuttoned the two collar buttons, blowing her hair in front of the mirror, revealing her beautiful collarbone and a small piece of chest covered by thin muscles.

Because the hair dryer was making a lot of noise, he didn't notice Ming Xi standing at the door.

The half-dry hair lightly covered his original deep and cold eyebrows, softening his usual repulsive aura.

Ming Xi looked at Ding Jinyu in the mirror, and sighed faintly——

Ding Jinyu like this is really pretty.

Different from the dazzling and outstanding violin in the center of the stage that almost makes people feel ashamed, this Ding Jinyu looks soft and real.

In the eyes of his classmates, he is a school bully who can run and fight, and he has run away all the nephews of the senior director;

He is the elder brother Jasmine who is considerate and takes care of his younger sister's emotions. He is the child that Mingxi's whole family and even the whole yard give thumbs up to. He is also Mingxi's deskmate who can proudly raise his chin to show off.

But Ming Xi also clearly remembered Ding Yinan anxiously telling him on the phone in the afternoon that Ding Jinyu had nowhere to go.

At this moment, in his eyes, no matter what kind of Ding Jinyu is, he is just a homeless teenager.

Ding Jinyu turned her head when she heard the sigh by the door, and saw Ming Xi who was standing by the door in a daze.

Two equally astonished eyes collided.

The author has something to say:

Hey, you can’t walk away, you must have guessed the hotness~

But progress~~~~