Zhou Ji's gaze froze. An agreement? What agreement?
With his good memory, he quickly recalled that Jiang Yue had visited the law firm once before. She was clearly in a good mood after returning that day, acting mysteriously as if something good had happened, yet keeping it a precious secret and not intending to tell him.
Zhou Ji quickly calmed down and, after analyzing the situation, decided to proactively remind her, who was filling the money container, "You have news."
He was like a snake lurking in the shadows, silent and unmoving.
He waited to observe every expression on her face when she saw the message, and then analyzed it frame by frame in his mind, dissecting it word by word to see what it really meant.
Zhou Ji didn't want to be an annoying husband who meddled in everything.
The bodyguards he secretly arranged were primarily there to ensure her safety, not to monitor her. Therefore, if she didn't tell him certain things, he wouldn't insist on investigating to the fullest extent.
Love is possession, but also freedom.
Jiang Yue put the divided red envelopes in her arms and slowly reached for her phone.
My arms aren't long enough; I can't quite reach it.
Zhou Ji handed her his phone, and she unlocked it in front of him, glanced at the messages, and then turned it off again, her expression indifferent, as if it were unimportant.
Jiang Yue is very calm now, of course.
After all, in her eyes, this matter was already mostly resolved.
Zhou Ji spoke up seemingly unintentionally: "Who would bother you during the New Year?"
Jiang Yue blinked, and without knowing that he had already seen the message, she lied to him without any remorse: "New Year's greetings from the group chat."
Zhou Ji lowered his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds. He did not expose her clumsy lie, but instead raised his hand and gently stroked her hair with his fingertips: "That's good."
His gaze was gentle, almost sad, as he said to her, "Happy New Year."
He didn't mention the information again. Since he was a lawyer in Beijing, he wouldn't be hard to find. Knowing his surname would make it even easier.
Zhou Ji looked down at her. Her eyelashes were long, fluttering lightly like butterfly wings. Her nose was pert and upturned, pink and white, making one want to kiss her.
In this cold season.
The snowflakes outside the window looked like willow catkins, and brand-new paper-cuts were pasted on the glass window.
He held her hand and gently asked, "Will I get a share of the red envelope?"
Jiang Yue paused for a moment. Originally, there wasn't any, but for some reason, Zhou Ji looked somewhat forlorn, so she took pity on him and gave him a little something: "I guess so."
There are six in total.
Zhou Yu'an and Zhou Zhenzhen also got a share, as did Zhou Zhengchu, the obedient little boy.
Time flew by, and there were only a few minutes left until midnight.
Zhou Yu'an rushed back into the living room, shouting, "Brother! Sister-in-law! Come out and set off fireworks!!!"
Jiang Yue wrapped herself in a coat and put on a scarf before slowly being led out the door by Zhou Ji.
Several children were already itching to set off fireworks.
Jiang Yue stood on the balcony, quietly looking at the courtyard. Zhou Ji had his arm around her shoulder. She was lost in thought, wondering what the New Year celebrations used to be like.
She would also stay up all night on New Year's Eve, and she would also be extremely sleepy, while fireworks would be set off in the capital.
It seems like nothing has changed.
Everything has changed again.
Suddenly, she heard a deep, sexy voice beside her ear, "Look up."
Jiang Yue slowly raised her face, her chin was gently grasped, and the man bent down and kissed her lips, prying open her teeth, their breaths mingling.
It's not midnight yet.
Zhou Yu'an and Zhou Zhenzhen were squatting in front of the fireworks, staring at the countdown on their phones, when they suddenly looked back and saw two people kissing.
Zhou Yu'an covered Zhou Zhenzhen's mouth, preventing her from screaming.
The two of them stared wide-eyed, somewhat dumbfounded.
I couldn't help but gasp in amazement. No wonder their relationship is so sweet! How could it not be good when they're all kissing and cuddling?
However, Zhou Yu'an also knew that his elders, just like he had been before, still held a conservative prejudice against Jiang Yue. It wasn't out of malice, but rather a subconscious thought.
I think her public image has been good lately, and her career is gradually improving.
However, it seemed to be an implicit admission that Zhou Ji had helped in this matter.
The moment the fireworks burst open, Jiang Yue snapped back to reality. Her lips were slightly swollen, glistening with a moist sheen, a ripe peach pink.
She stood under the layers of moonlight, like a carefully carved piece of jade. She seemed a little lost, and her face looked a little red, probably because she had forgotten to wear earmuffs when she came out, and her ears were red from the cold.
Jiang Yue turned her face away, her fierce tone sounding more like a coquettish plea. She was not happy, but not really unhappy, as she said, "Don't kiss me all the time."
Zhou Ji defended himself: "I called you."
Jiang Yue grimaced: "You ambushed me."
Zhou Ji couldn't help but chuckle. The man laughed, and the faint loneliness between his handsome brows vanished in an instant. He took her hand and put it in his pocket.
Fireworks burst into bloom in the snowy weather in their most dazzling form.
He said, "I'm sorry."
He paused, his voice low and deep, with an alluring magnetism, and then said slowly and deliberately, word by word, "Because your husband really wants to kiss you."
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