Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

After eating, the two said goodbye and went back.

After returning, Meng Yutang stood in the living room in a daze for a while.

There are enthusiastic Christmas decorations all around, and there is a big Christmas tree in the living room, and the stars on it are twinkling.

"Did you do it all?"

He came over and took off her coat.

"I'm busy picking you up, and I let them make it up. Do you like it?"

He went to put the coat away, and when he came back, he saw that something was wrong with the little girl.

"What's wrong?"

Before his hand touched her, Meng Yutang threw himself into his arms.

A muffled voice sounded in his chest: "I'm sorry..."

Zhou Beicheng was terrified, and hurriedly pulled her out of his arms and bent over to look at her face, level with her.

"why apologize?"

Meng Yutang raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes moist: "I seem to have neglected you recently."

Zhou Beicheng's heart fell, and he raised his hand and hugged her into his arms: "Why do you say that, I don't think you ignore me, although Mrs. Zhou's self-reflection is a good thing, but don't accuse yourself of unnecessary crimes. .”

Meng Yutang put his arms around his waist.

"But I've been very busy recently, so I didn't talk to you properly. I didn't even know about Christmas Eve. I didn't prepare a gift for you..."

She counted her crimes little by little, and the more she talked, the more she felt that she was really wrong, and she really ignored him.

Zhou Beicheng laughed, and hugged her tightly: "It's not a solemn festival, why do you have to deliberately prepare a gift. I didn't prepare one for you, so let's get even."

Meng Yutang raised his head and looked at him, his nose was red: "You are lying, you have prepared, I have seen it all, there are many apple blossoms in your car.

Is it not for me or is it for someone else? "

The question of confession has directly become a question of giving away.

Zhou Beicheng smiled and patted her head: "It's all for you. A few apples are not a gift, and I don't think much about Christmas Eve. Don't be sad."

"But you seem to attach great importance to it. And I really didn't talk to you well, nor did I listen to you well. I just wanted to calculate the data."

Zhou Beicheng was a little surprised: "Why do you think I value it?"

Meng Yutang didn't speak.

"Because I brought peace fruit to your project team when I went?"

Meng Yutang nodded.

"Because I bought you a lot?"

Meng Yutang nodded again.

"Because of the decoration at home?"

She nodded again.

"But I didn't prepare anything..."

Her voice was a little low.

"Fool, you don't have to prepare anything."

Meng Yutang looked at him, was picked up by him, carried him upstairs and sat down on the bed in the bedroom.

He knelt down and held her hand, looking up at her.

"These festivals are not important to me. I never pay much attention to them. Everything I do is because of the word "safety". I don't care what day it was used to commemorate. I always feel that it brings peace Two words will pass.

I think my Jiaojiao will be safe. You have never ignored me. Every time I go to pick you up, whether I bring you food or take you out for dinner, even if you think about the data, you will ask me for a glass of warm water in advance, because you know that my stomach is not good. Well, you have to drink a glass of warm water first.

Although this is already your subconscious behavior, you can't forget it. You have always cared about me, more than you thought. "

Meng Yutang looked down at him, his eyes were bright.