Chu Qin twitched the corners of his mouth: "You only know how much."
Zhong Yibin shook his head proudly: "That's right, if it weren't for being so knowledgeable and talented, how could my dad like me so much?"
"You sound like a man." Chu Qin rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything, and the father called him. He shook his head, turned off the lights and went to sleep.
The two young people usually go to bed after ten o'clock in the evening, but now they go to bed at nine o'clock, and they really can't sleep.
The quilt that was heated by the electric blanket was only partially hot, and the areas that were not baked were still cold. Zhong Yibin stretched his legs under the quilt, and his long legs reached the top of the quilt. The cold touch made him tremble, and he said aggrievedly, "Why is the quilt so cold."
"There is no heating in the room, that's the only way," Chu Qin comforted. "It will warm up after a while."
Before he could say anything, Chu Qin felt the quilt beside his feet arching, and a big foot quickly broke the barrier between the two pairs of quilts and got into his quilt. Zhong Yibin's feet were a little cold, it must have been frozen with the photo album on the floor with bare feet just now.
Chu Qin clamped the cold foot between his two toes and pushed it out. That foot was like a small animal that was swept out of the door. It was forked out like this. When it arrived at Zhong Yibin's bed, he quickly turned back to the main guest, pinched Chu Qin's foot with both feet, and then squeezed back into Chu Qin's bed together.
The two started a fight with their feet in the quilt. After a while, the heat in the quilt was exhausted, and the cold air was poured into the quilt, causing Chu Qin to fight a cold war.
"Don't make a fuss, it will freeze you later." Chu Qin lightly kicked Zhong Yibin and folded the quilt for him.
"I'm already frozen." Zhong Yibin said aggrievedly, opened Chu Qin's bed, twisted his body, and rubbed in. His own quilt was out of heat because of the play just now, but Chu Qin was experienced and kept pressing the quilt, and the quilt was still warm.
Spreading out his hands and feet, Zhong Yibin hugged the warm Chu Qin like an octopus and rubbed his face comfortably.
Chu Qin couldn't do anything about him, so he could only stretch out his hand to tuck the quilt, and put the person into his own quilt: "Sleep with me under the quilt and don't move around."
The winter in the south is more difficult than that in the north, and the blankets at night are stuffed so tightly that no wind can leak. Zhong Yibin nodded obediently, as long as he can hold his daughter-in-law, he can do whatever he wants.
The firepower of the two men was very strong, and after hugging each other for a long time, the bed was warm and comfortable. Chu Qin took a deep breath of the cold air, squinted his eyes, turned his head and kissed Zhong Yibin on the forehead. In his own home, his parents were sleeping next door, but he could sleep in the same bed with his loved one. This kind of feeling like a child hiding toys in the bed made him inexplicably excited.
Zhong Yibin opened his eyes and looked at him, chasing the lips he was about to leave, and pressed them accurately. It's not easy to do anything at my mother-in-law's house, but it's okay to have a kiss.
The toothpaste for brushing at night was not the kind they used to, but an old-fashioned mint flavor that gave the kiss a strange freshness. After kissing and kissing, Zhong Yibin's hand couldn't help stroking down, and he didn't know where it touched, causing Chu Qin to snort and push him away in a panic.
"Don't make trouble, go to sleep." Chu Qin gasped, twisted the back of Zhong Yibin's hand that he didn't want to remove, and turned his back to him.
Zhong Yibin's mouth was flat, and he moved his hand reluctantly, placing it on Chu Qin's waist, where he had already reacted, and rubbed against Chu Qin's legs roguely. He hummed and hugged the person in his arms tightly, and put his nose on his neck to breathe: "Baby, if you are worried about your parents, let's not talk about it for now, and wait for them to accept it slowly."
Chu Qin was stunned for a moment, he was indeed a little worried, afraid that speaking out would hurt his parents. However, this matter will have to be faced sooner or later. From the moment he decided to be with Zhong Yibin, he has been thinking about countermeasures, and he has also given his parents vaccinations. Holding the hand on his waist, he squeezed lightly: "It's okay, I'll tell you sooner or later, it's a big deal."
"If they hit you, remember to hide in my arms. I'm your boss anyway, so they shouldn't be conscious of hitting hard." Zhong Yibin said happily, as if it was a happy thing to be beaten for Chu Qin.
Chu Qin laughed, turned his head and kissed him.
The next morning, Mother Chu got up early, made breakfast and knocked on Chu Qin's door.
"Son, Yibin, get up to eat." Mother Chu's loud voice instantly woke the two from their sleep.
"Well... I got up..." Chu Qin replied in a daze, rubbing his eyes to get up, but the person behind him hugged him tightly, a big hairy head arched in the neck socket.
On winter mornings, without heating, a warm blanket can be especially tempting. It seems to have a super glue effect, and people can't get up when they sleep on it.
Chu Qin didn't want to get up either, closed his eyes and fell back asleep.
Father Chu got up and put the food on the table. Before the two children got up, seeing that his wife was a little unhappy, he smiled and said, "It's a rare holiday, let them sleep more."
"It's been cold for a while." Mother Chu didn't listen. She wiped her hands on her apron and pushed the door directly into Chu Qin's room. When she saw what was inside, her eyes widened.
Zhong Yibin's quilt was kicked under the bed long ago, and he wrapped himself around Chu Qin and squeezed into this half of the bed with him. The two slept in the same bed, looking unusually harmonious.
Father Chu hurriedly came over to pull mother Chu, and his son was nothing more than his own son. Now that there are guests in the room, it was rude to break in rashly and could not stop him. He turned his head and saw the two people on the bed, and burst out laughing: "Hahaha, These two children have such a good relationship, and they are still squeezed into the same bed as children."
Mother Chu glanced at her husband who had no sense of crisis, and had a headache.
Zhong Yibin had woken up and saw the two elders at the door, one of them sat up excitedly, revealing his smooth upper body: "Uncle and auntie early."
Mother Chu coughed dryly: "Call Chu Qin up, let's eat."
It's already the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month. After breakfast, the family has to start preparing fried food for the New Year. Zhong Yibin is eager to help with his work. He has never celebrated Chinese New Year like this before. The Chinese New Year at Zhong's house is no different from usual. And then there are endless visits.
But Mother Chu didn't let them get close to the kitchen, and gave them a pot of dumpling stuffing and dough to make dumplings.
Chu Qin led Zhong Yibin to sit in the living room making dumplings. Zhong Yibin had never wrapped it, but it was barely decent after pinching a few. Chu Qin would not despise him, "Well, this is better than the previous ones, and there is progress."
"Hehe." Zhong Yibin happily rubbed the tip of his nose and rubbed a hand of flour onto his nose.
Chu Qin pursed his lips and held back a smile, without reminding him, got up and ran to the kitchen, stole a bowl of the balls his father had just fried, and fed them to Zhong Xiaoji, who was working hard.
After a busy day, on New Year's Eve, there is nothing to do. The family plays mahjong around the table.
"It used to be only the three of us, we couldn't play, but now the four of us are just right." Mother Chu likes to play cards very much. She was very happy to have enough four people at home. She opened the automatic mahjong table and looked at the people sitting opposite her. Zhong Yibin's eyes flickered, "Son, when will you quickly marry me a daughter-in-law, so that we can play mahjong every Chinese New Year."
Chu Qin's dice-rolling hand paused: "You won't play mahjong without a daughter-in-law?"
Mother Chu pouted: "Cut, if I don't have a daughter-in-law, I will go to the next door to fight, so that you two will be bored in the house."
Zhong Yibin showed a gentle smile: "If Auntie likes it, I will play mahjong with you in the years to come."
"That's good." Father Chu happily agreed. He really liked this young man. He was young, promising, and learned well. He was very relieved.
Mother Chu glared at Father Chu who was full of nonsense promises, but someone couldn't receive the signal at all, so she said cheerfully, "Whiteboard!"
Mother Chu has been in the mahjong circle all the year round and is considered a master of all kinds. Chu Qin and Chu's father are of average level, but Zhong Yibin doesn't know if it is because of amnesia that he has become a bad basket. In one afternoon, I lost a lot of money.
Father Chu, who has never won a lot, won a lot today, and was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Two cakes!" Zhong Yibin hesitated for a long time before playing a card.
"Touch! Huh!" Chu mother immediately picked up the two cakes and pushed the card in her hand.
Zhong Yibin grimaced and took out the money obediently. In the pile of one dollar in front of him, there were only a pitiful three or two pieces left, which he handed over.
"Hahaha, don't play anymore." Chu's mother got up and took Chu's father to cook the New Year's Eve dinner.
Chu Qin raised his hand and poked Zhong Yibin's face, leaned over to look at his cards, and frowned slightly: "Why did you break up this pair of cakes?"
"I see Auntie is going to win this." Zhong Yibin blinked innocently.
Chu Qin suddenly realized that this guy lost on purpose, just to make Er Lao happy, he couldn't help laughing: "Er Pancake, you can do it."
"Humph." Zhong Yibin lifted his chin proudly.
In the evening, the family is sitting in the living room watching the Spring Festival Gala. There is no heating, so they nest together under blankets.
"This party is really boring, it's not as good-looking as Shengshi's." Mother Chu frowned unhappily at the unfunny sketch on TV.
"Then it depends on the prosperity of the world." Father Chu came up with an idea.
The TV at home is smart and can play back programs. Mother Chu made a decisive decision and switched to Shengshi's channel to replay the New Year's Day party. Mother Chu has seen this party, but Father Chu has not watched it yet, so she is very interested.
This party was hosted by Chu Qin, and the family watched it with relish. Chu Qin felt a little embarrassed. Watching his own show with his parents always felt an inexplicable sense of shame.
"Hey, is that Yibin?" Father Chu spotted Zhong Yibin in a suit and leather shoes in the first row of the auditorium with sharp eyes.
"Well, when he finishes, he will go up and give red envelopes to Shengshi employees." Chu Qin responded.
Sure enough, when it was almost over, Zhong Yibin took the stage and gave a red envelope to every Shengshi employee who participated in the party. When they arrived at Chu Qin's place, they suddenly passed by. At the end, he turned back and gave a particularly large red envelope.
"Wow—" The audience were all surprised, because the usual red envelopes are the size of an envelope, but the one Zhong Yibin gave to Chu Qin was the size of A4 paper, and they all wondered what it was.
Chu Qin obviously didn't know what it was, so he blinked: "Mr. Zhong gave me this, why is it so special."
Everyone asked him to open it, but he really took it apart, pulled it out, it seemed to be a contract or something, and immediately closed it again, causing the curious audience to sigh for a while.
According to media rumors, it may be the shares that Shengshi gave to Chu Qin, and some people say that it is Chu Qin's contract renewal. There were different opinions, but Chu Qin never responded.
"What is that?" Mother Chu couldn't help but ask curiously.
"A house." Zhong Yibin said with a smile. Inside, there was a real estate certificate issued by the elder brother of the Zhong family. I don't know what method his elder brother used. The name of Chu Qin and him was written on the real estate certificate.
"House?" Chu's mother was a little surprised, how could the boss give red envelopes directly to a house during the Chinese New Year!
"Well, Chu Qin is getting married soon, so he can't still live in that apartment." Zhong Yibin whispered, looking at Chu Qin who had already fallen asleep because he couldn't bear the sleepiness.
The two were sitting on the same sofa. Chu Qin fell asleep and leaned on Zhong Yibin consciously. Zhong Yibin did nothing with a calm face, just turned his body slightly, and the sleeper slipped onto his side. arms.
Mother Chu looked at the scene in front of her and tried to keep her expression on her face, she couldn't help but twitch.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Mother Chu: Take your hand away, don't hug my son
Father Chu: What are the two boys afraid of
Mother Chu: It's only two boys who have problems, okay
Dad Chu: Tsk tsk, your thinking is too dirty, come and let me tell you about Marxism-Leninism Mom Chu: (╰_╯)#