The fireworks started after eleven o'clock and ended after zero o'clock.
The two stayed on the rooftop for a long time, during which time the hotel sent a fruit plate.
Seeing the food, Song Qingyou remembered that Jiang Zhihan was called out before the Jiang family's dinner was over...
"Did you have dinner?"
Paused after asking, then solemnly said: "Don't lie!"
Jiang Zhihan met her serious eyes and shook his head slowly.
"Don't tell me sooner."
Song Qingyou muttered a bit bitterly, and then grabbed his hand without saying a word.
"Let's go, let's find a place to eat."
Jiang Zhihan let her pull him, as well-behaved as a kindergarten child.
It's a pity that it's already early in the morning, and it's the Chinese New Year period again. All the restaurants and restaurants on the street, and even the roadside stalls, are closed.
Song Qingyou drove halfway around the city, but couldn't find a place to eat.
If she wanted to bring Jiang Zhihan to the apartment she lived in, she emptied all the vegetables in the refrigerator because she was going to stay with Song Xingye during the Chinese New Year.
So, if you want to bring Jiang Zhihan back, you can only bring him back to Song Xingye.
Song Qingyou glanced at the time
—Thirty-five minutes past midnight.
At this time, Dad should have fallen asleep, right?
After all, the Spring Festival Gala is very hypnotic to him.
Thinking about it, Song Qingyou simply took Jiang Zhihan back.
When the car stopped, Jiang Zhihan couldn't help looking out the window, "Where is this?"
He knew the addresses of Song Xingye and Lin Xuyang, but they had never been there.
"Shh—" Song Qingyou looked guilty.
"This is where my dad lives, and I recently moved in with him."
"I can't find a restaurant to eat, and I don't have anything to eat there, so I can only bring you here."
The two stepped out of the elevator.
Jiang Zhihan pretended to be angry, "I can only? Am I so shameless?"
Song Qingyou took his arm and said, "How can it be? Mr. Jiang, don't underestimate yourself."
"Am I underestimating myself?" Jiang Zhihan asked meaningfully.
Song Qingyou felt guilty: "No, no, it's my problem. It's not that we haven't been dating for a long time... I always feel that it's too early to meet my parents now."
This is only part of the reason.
The bigger problem was actually that Song Qingyou felt that Song Xingye didn't approve of her being with Jiang Zhihan.
Since he woke up, he has been extremely grateful to Jiang Zhihan, and he mentioned a few words from time to time, but now he never mentions it, and he can see the clue.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhihan didn't care about it, he just said: "It's really not good to visit at midnight."
Song Qingyou nodded again and again, then stooped to open the door, and saw that although the lights were on, there was no movement at home, so she pulled Jiang Zhihan into the room.
Placing her index finger on her lips, she repeatedly urged, "Hold down."
Jiang Zhihan nodded in agreement, leaned into her ear and asked, "Why are all the lights on?"
The warm breath fell on the ears, making Song Qingyou a little itchy and embarrassed.
"It's a New Year's habit." She explained in a low voice, "All the lights will be on until the early morning and then turned off... My dad should be asleep, so the lights are always on."
While speaking, Song Qingyou had already turned off the lights in the entrance and corridor, leaving only the living room and kitchen.
The two walked into the kitchen one after the other.
Song Qingyou sneaked to open the refrigerator.
"I thought it was a custom on our side to turn on the lights, and everyone would do it... Don't you know?"
Jiang Zhihan nodded: "There are many people in the old house, and I never stay overnight."
I live alone, how do I know what is customary or not?
"I was only taken by the old man for a few months, and then I was sent to study abroad."
"No wonder."
Song Qingyou suddenly realized.
It's no wonder that although Mr. Jiang values Jiang Zhihan, he is not as close as a grandfather to his grandson.
"What?" Jiang Zhihan didn't hear her whisper clearly.
Song Qingyou turned her head: "I mean, President Jiang really worked hard."
Said, and kissed his cheek.
Jiang Zhihan froze for a moment, and immediately climbed up the pole.
Song Qingyou immediately turned her head: "Do you still want to eat?"
"I think so." Jiang Zhihan curled his lips slightly, "But who told me to drink enough water?"
"You are not hungry, but I am hungry."
Jiang Zhihan snorted softly, grabbed Jiang Zhihan's favorite dishes, and walked to the kitchen.
There are still a lot of ingredients left for the New Year's Eve dinner, and some are semi-finished products that only need to be heated up, which is very convenient to handle.
Jiang Zhihan felt good too. Hearing Song Qingyou say that he was hungry, he stopped posting it immediately and just followed to help.
Although Jiang Zhihan is a cat most of the time, the two have been together for a long time, so they have a tacit understanding with each other. Jiang Zhihan understood the word in an instant.
With this level of tacit understanding, once the kitchen door is closed, the movement inside is so small that it can be ignored.
When they came out again, the two had already sat at the dining table, and there were still three dishes on the table.
Song Qingyou ate some symbolically, and spent most of her time looking at Jiang Zhihan.
When they met for the first time, she felt that Jiang Zhihan was good-looking, and everything fit her aesthetics.
Now that the other party has become a boyfriend, it makes no sense not to take the opportunity to take a few more glances.
Jiang Zhihan not only didn't mind, but raised his eyes from time to time with a smile in his eyes.
If there are other people present, it is estimated that they will be vomited by the dog food.
After dinner, Jiang Zhihan took the initiative to clean up the dishes.
Song Qingyou didn't stop her, she took out an apron and tied it on him, and took dozens of photos along the way.
Jiang Zhihan felt helpless after washing the dishes and wiping his hands, "Why are you still filming?"
Song Qingyou took the initiative to share the photos with him, and also made a request by the way: "When you turn back into a cat, it must be interesting to take a few photos in the same pose."
When Jiang Zhihan was washing the dishes just now, she always imagined that her kitten was washing the dishes, and the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't hold back the corners of her mouth.
How could Jiang Zhihan not know what she was thinking? I couldn't help stretching out my hand to pinch her nose, "The cat at home has become a spirit, of course it's interesting."
"You also find it interesting?"
"Um."
"Then I have completed Yiyi's entrustment." Song Qingyou joked, "Yiyi cried and said that you were bullied... At the end of the year, if you are unhappy when you are bullied, wouldn't it be a good start?"
Jiang Zhihan took him into his arms, "I am very happy to have you here."
The sincere tone really made Song Qingyou unable to tease her.
Subsequently, in order to conceal
—Surveillance everywhere in the main complex
After dinner, Song Qingyou still pretended to send Jiang Zhihan away.
It's just that when she came back, she had an extra cat in the car.
By the next morning, Song Qingyou was extremely thankful that she had to 'do nothing'.
Because Song Xingye stopped talking for a while, he finally asked: "Last night...was there any guests at home?"
Song Qingyou didn't want to hide it deliberately, "It's Mr. Jiang."
Song Xingye let out a sigh, and after thinking about it, he still said:
"Dad doesn't want to beat the mandarin ducks, but I still hope you can think about it carefully. It's a lifelong event..."
Song Qingyou nodded, not impatient, just said: "We are just in love."
It's not yet at the stage of talking about marriage!