Cheng Yanqiu is back.
At this moment on New Year’s Eve, I finally came back.
He set the largest fireworks in advance and set off her brilliance at the most appropriate distance.
“I’ll come back to accompany you to celebrate the New Year.”
Cheng Yanqiu’s voice came out of his phone, and Feng Yin experienced the sourness of his nose for the first time.
I was so moved.
“Well, wait for me.”
Feng Yin got up from the recliner quickly, took a coat, put on his shoes and ran out.
In the elevator, Feng Yin knew for the first time what it felt like to beating someone else’s heart.
She likes Cheng Yanqiu, but she likes it very calmly.
There has never been such a heartbeat.
Pulsation.
Yes, it’s just throbbing.
As long as you hear that person’s voice, your heart will involuntarily accelerate, as if it is a preference, a preference that only beats for him.
With a ding dong, the elevator door opened and the face that made her throbbing appeared.
“Qiuqiu!”
With a whisper of Qiuqiu, Feng Yin arrived in front of Cheng Yanqiu in one step and hugged Cheng Yanqiu without hesitation.
Cheng Yanqiu did not understand Feng Yin’s enthusiasm, but he would never refuse.
Expand your arms and embrace Feng Yin into your arms.
My heart is full.
The two of them were silent, embracing each other at midnight on New Year’s Eve.
Cheng Yanqiu hugged the person he longed for contentment, his nose moved slightly, as if he smelled a little wine.
Fengyin, have you drunk?
Could it be that the blessing of alcohol makes Feng Yin so enthusiastic, even a little soft and dependent.
“Why did you come back?”
Feng Yin had a very good alcohol tolerance, and she let herself get slightly drunk.
The two of them stood in the foyer, and the temperature here was naturally not as good as the upstairs. The cooler air gradually dissipated the little bit of drunkenness, and Feng Yin’s rational brain gradually returned.