CP fans turned the main dancer into a girlfriend [entertainment gl]

The next day was New Year's Eve, Song Xingqiao cooked a large table full of dishes and treated Shi Jiannian well.

After all, the visitor is a guest. No matter what the purpose is, she should spend this festival well for others.

As for the others... I can only take one step at a time, restrain my thoughts as much as possible, and secretly make this decision in my heart. Song Xingqiao wiped the washed dishes and put them in the cabinet.

Walking out of the kitchen, Song Xingqiao keenly felt the sight on her body, paused, walked a few steps, realized that the sight was following her, and looked up at the person sitting on the sofa helplessly, "What's wrong?"

Shi Jiannian stared straight at the person in front of him, the few strands of hair under the low ponytail swayed with the rhythm of walking, matched with clean eyebrows and gentle demeanor, "Why do I feel that something is wrong with you today."

Withdrawing his gaze, Song Xingqiao lowered his eyes and chuckled, "There's nothing wrong, you're thinking too much." After speaking, she turned and walked towards the study.

Shi Jiannian frowned, staring at the other person's figure, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable. With Song Xingqiao's temperament, there was clearly something wrong with this reaction.

Song Xingqiao took out a red envelope from the cabinet in the study, on which was written gold-edged brush calligraphy - everything is going well.

According to the customs of Song Xingqiao's hometown, the New Year's money is the New Year's blessings given by the elders to the unmarried juniors. It is the first time someone comes to the house to celebrate the festival. Although he is not an elder, Song Xingqiao secretly prepared this red envelope on the day Shi Jiannian came. The words are also written by herself.

Even if you are not an elder, let's barely count it as a New Year's blessing...

Pursing her lips, Song Xingqiao picked up the red envelope and stood up. Just as she walked out of the room, she saw Shi Jiannian standing in front of her. She panicked and put her hands behind her back, "Why are you so silent?"

Shi Jiannian raised the corners of his mouth, stared at Song Xingqiao closely, and tilted his head to signal, "What's behind you?"

Although it was meant to be given to the other party, Song Xingqiao felt a little flustered when he really wanted to give it away, and handed the things in his hand to the other party, "Well...the New Year's red envelope prepared for you."

After receiving the red envelope in his hand, Shi Jiannian's eyes flashed with surprise, a tiny light shone in his eyes, and his eyebrows were bent, "I said you were sneaky, and something was wrong all day, so it's because this."

Song Xingqiao paused for a moment, then nodded, "It's nothing, it's just a red envelope, um... Our elders give it to the younger generation, so I'm a little confused about whether to give it or not, I'm afraid you won't mind."

Exhaling a breath, Song Xingqiao thought that he had tried his best to control his thoughts, but he didn't expect to be noticed by the other party, curling his fingers behind his back.

But since Shi Jiannian attributed all the previous problems to this red envelope, it can be regarded as giving Song Xingqiao a step down.

It's just...can't be seen by her anymore.

Shi Jiannian chuckled, frowned, "I don't mind, you come with me." After finishing speaking, he went straight to the bedroom.

There was a trace of doubt in her heart, but Song Xingqiao still followed the other party's footsteps and walked into the bedroom. When she saw the scene in front of her, her eyes widened.

Shi Jiannian walked into the bedroom, took out a bag, took out a gift box from the bag, turned around and smiled at Song Xingqiao, "No—you're not the only one who prepared it."

When did Shi Jiannian make the preparations... Obviously they have been together these few days.

And that bag—isn't it the one that An An wanted to hand to herself in the car before... Isn't it for food?

With puzzled eyes, Song Xingqiao took the gift box and opened it. It was a woodcut sculpture of Crayon Shinchan, which looked like it was made by hand.

Taking out the sculpture and stroking it slightly with his fingers, Song Xingqiao felt that what he wanted to say got stuck in his throat, "This is..."

Shi Jiannian raised his feet and walked towards Song Xingqiao, hands behind his back, walking briskly, smiling, "How is it? Like it or not, I carved this myself."

"When did you...I didn't see it." Song Xingqiao clenched the sculpture in his hand, not knowing how to repay the other party's sincerity.

The person in front of me approached, raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were full of smiles, and his voice was soft, "Idiot——Actually, I planned to finish it before and bring it to your house, but there is still a little to finish, So I have been rushing to work these days, and when you are not paying attention, I am doing this."

Slightly startled, Song Xingqiao lowered his eyes to hide the moisture in his eye sockets, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Thank you, I like it very much."

The eyes of the person on the opposite side changed, and he said viciously, "Of course you have to like it. Dare you like it? I poked my hand several times to do this, but it hurt me to death." The voice revealed the grievances of the past few days .

Song Xingqiao's pupils dilated and his eyes were tense. He reached out to take Shi Jiannian's hand and observed carefully, "Where is the injury? Did you take any medicine?"

Shi Jiannian was very satisfied with the other party's nervousness, but he still explained, "It's nothing, just a little pain."

The fingertips in front of my eyes still maintain the delicate touch of the past, but the pink fingertips are no longer as smooth as before, and there are a few more small bubbles that have grown due to repeated poking.

Frowning, Song Xingqiao couldn't hide the pain in his eyes, "Why didn't you take the medicine?"

"Well - it's just a little thing, hey - what are you doing." Song Xingqiao dragged Shi Jiannian into the living room before he finished speaking.

Asking Shi Jiannian to sit obediently on the sofa, Song Xingqiao took out the medicine box in the cabinet in the living room, walked towards the person on the sofa, "I still need to take the medicine, otherwise it won't be good in a few days."

A smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, Shi Jiannian squinted his eyes, looking at Song Xingqiao who was applying the medicine for him, he was very satisfied.

Picking up the iodophors and cotton swabs in the medicine box, and carefully applying the medicine to the person in front of him, Song Xingqiao pursed his lips, "Don't do this next time." After a pause, he added, "Although I like it very much. , but I don't want you to work so hard."

There was a chuckle in my ear, "But I just want you to like it."

The movements of his hands froze, Song Xingqiao raised his eyes and looked at Shi Jiannian, "I like it very much." After speaking, he lowered his head and gave him medicine, "But if this happens again next time, I don't like it anymore."

"Puchi—" Shi Jiannian couldn't hide his smile, and laughed softly, "Okay, I will try my best not to have this happen again."

The medicine was ready, Song Xingqiao threw the used cotton swabs into the trash can, put away the medicine box, turned around and put it in the cabinet, and a smiling voice came from behind, "I have medicine on my hands, it seems that there is no way to do it." Other things."

Turning his head, Song Xingqiao walked towards Shi Jiannian helplessly, and sat next to her, "Whatever you want to do, I will do it for you."

Shi Jiannian curled the corner of his mouth, "I want to drink water."

He got up and went to the water dispenser, picked up the water glass and took a glass of water, staring at himself from behind, Song Xingqiao was a little embarrassed, and the water was a little too full.

Walking over and handing it to Shi Jiannian's mouth, the corners of the other's mouth widened, with big eyes wide open, "It's too full, it will wet the clothes."

Just when I wanted to get up and pour out some, Shi Jiannian's slow voice came from my ear, "You just drink a little, it's too wasteful to pour it out."

Raising his eyebrows, Song Xingqiao knew that the other party was teasing him again, so he directly raised his hand to his mouth, drank a few swigs, and handed it to Shi Jiannian.

Shi Jiannian was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth turned up, and he simply pasted the place where Song Xingqiao drank just now.

I thought I was ready, but I didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward. Song Xingqiao's face temperature rose, and the movements of his hands moved a little because of panic, but he didn't expect the action of letting the other party drink water, and all the remaining water poured out to the body.

Song Xingqiao frantically took out a few pieces of paper and wanted to pass them to the other party. After seeing the movement of the person in front of him, he paused for a moment, not knowing how to speak.

She forgot... Shi Jiannian feeds the water by himself.

The hand holding the tissue paused for a moment, but still stretched out, signaling the other party to wipe it himself.

Shi Jiannian frowned, glanced at her aggrievedly, raised his hand to signal the potion in his hand, "How do I rub it like this."

Sighing helplessly, Song Xingqiao, who knew he was wrong, reached out and pulled a few more sheets of paper together, and stretched out tremblingly towards Shi Jiannian's chest.

Almost squinting his eyes, he wiped Shi Jiannian's neckline. The soft and delicate touch reached Song Xingqiao's fingertips through several layers of toilet paper. Also inexplicably became charming because of this action.

After finally wiping it clean, Song Xingqiao threw the paper into the trash can without squinting.

Looking at the person who didn't dare to look at him, Shi Jiannian said slowly, "Hmm - I still haven't done it, it's a bit uncomfortable, please get me a hair dryer."

Pursing her lips, Song Xingqiao glanced at the other party. The irresistible eyes made her compromise. She got up helplessly and went to the bedroom to get the hair dryer, plugged it into the socket, and squatted in front of Shi Jiannian. Hot air.

"Tan, hot, how could you blow at me so directly!"

Song Xingqiao was awakened by the exclaimed tone of the other party, and quickly turned on the cold wind, but still closed his eyes and dared not look directly.

A pleasant smell of familiar pine wood came over, and he felt that Shi Jiannian was getting closer. Song Xingqiao was about to move his body, but the other party's aggrieved voice came from his ear, "Don't move, I can't even hear you when I talk to you." , the wind is too cold, it makes me uncomfortable."

Slowly opening his eyes, Song Xingqiao turned off the hair dryer, and said in a helpless tone, "Then what should I do?"

"Well - you should put something under my clothes, so that I won't blow me hot or cold." Shi Jiannian said casually.

"Ahem—what can I find for you to cushion?" Shocked by the other party's request, Song Xingqiao's tone was a bit incredulous.

Shi Jiannian leaned over, stared straight into Song Xingqiao's eyes, tilted his head, and slowed down his voice.

"Or—do you want to just exchange one for me?"