During the New Year, not many relatives of the Ying family wanted to visit.
After all, both grandparents came from Shanghai and have lost contact with their hometown. Their son and daughter-in-law are abroad. Except for Ying Mingcheng, the younger generations are all busy at their respective posts.
Apart from calling a few old friends, there is no need to go and pay New Year's greetings to Grandpa and Grandma.
There were quite a few people coming to pay New Year's greetings. Mu Huaixi was praised so much all morning that her face was almost frozen with smiles. Fortunately, those who came to pay New Year's greetings would not stay for dinner, so the family finally had some peace and quiet during lunch.
Many people praised Mu Huaixi, and even more praised Ying Wuhui. Fortunately, Xiao Huihui still couldn't understand what was said, otherwise his tail would be stuck up to the sky.
She couldn't help but look at Ying Mingcheng. She thought that he must have been praised like this when he was a child. After all, his grandfather was a commander at that time and his father was a diplomat. It was really not easy for him to grow up to be what he is now.
Ying Mingcheng noticed her gaze and raised his eyebrows in confusion. He then placed the shrimp he had peeled in her bowl and took the opportunity to ask, "What's wrong?"
Mu Huaixi shook her head. She just discovered another good point of his, but she couldn't tell Ying Mingcheng for fear that he would become proud.
Happy days always pass quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was the fifth day of the New Year, and it was time for Ying Mingcheng to leave.
Mu Huaixi sat on the bed and folded clothes, and handed the folded clothes to Ying Mingcheng who was packing his luggage beside the bed.
"We haven't been to the hot spring that grandma mentioned yet, and the clothes I made for you last time when we went to Shengjing Street are not finished yet." She felt depressed and her words were not as clear and crisp as before, with each sentence dragging on.
Ying Mingcheng looked up at her, took the clothes from her hand and put them into the box. Seeing that she wanted to fold a large cotton-padded jacket, he couldn't help but remind her, "It's not as cold at home, so you don't need to bring any large clothes."
"Just one piece is enough for when you go."
"Oh," Mu Huaixi replied awkwardly, picked up the clothes on the bed and hung them back in the closet.
"Let's put it in the box," Ying Mingcheng moved all his clothes to the suitcase where his bedding was placed, and found new mothballs to put in it. He didn't know when he would come back, so he decided to leave the wardrobe to Xiaoxi.
Mu Huaixi glanced at the half-empty wardrobe and felt like a piece of his heart was missing. He couldn't help but mutter, "I don't need such a big wardrobe."
The wardrobe in their room was also made of mahogany, with mother-of-pearl inlaid flowers and birds on the door. It must have been an antique that Grandma had collected. Most of the wardrobe was filled with her clothes, the ones she had brought back from her last shopping trip and hadn't changed out yet.
"Grandma will definitely take you to make clothes again in the spring," Ying Mingcheng smiled. He brought back a lot of clothes from the last shopping trip, but grandma also ordered several coats and sweaters. It is estimated that Xiaoxi's wardrobe will be full before spring.
Mu Huaixi wrung her hands. She knew, of course, that her grandparents doted on her, and that she would have no worries about food and clothing in Shengjing. She could also fulfill her long-cherished dream of studying in medical school. But she had not expected that saying goodbye would be so difficult.
She couldn't bear to leave Ying Mingcheng.
Mu Huaixi opened her mouth, but for some reason nothing came out. She could only follow Ying Mingcheng and help him pack his luggage.
She remembered a short video she had seen a long time ago, in which a cat would curl up in a suitcase when its owner was on a business trip. If possible, she also wanted to hide in the suitcase and not be separated from Ying Mingcheng.
"What's wrong?" Ying Mingcheng took the thick-soled cloth shoes made by Auntie Xiaoluo and put them in the suitcase. Seeing that her eyes were fixed on the suitcase, he asked, "Did you leave anything behind?"
Mu Huaixi took a deep breath and shook his head, then took out another pair of cloth shoes from the cabinet. "This was also made by Aunt Xiao Luo, so you can put it in too."
Speaking of which, when Ying Mingcheng came back, grandma and Aunt Xiaoluo had prepared clothes or shoes for him. The cloth she picked for Brother Cheng had not been made into clothes yet, and now she wanted to stuff something in his suitcase as a souvenir, but it was impossible.
"What's wrong? Can't bear to leave me?" Ying Mingcheng was provoked by her gaze. He sighed helplessly, stood up straight, and took a step forward to hold her in his arms.
Mu Huaixi's ears felt hot, but she put her hands against his body and rejected his hug.
Ying Mingcheng stared at her hand in surprise. His arm, which was about to wrap around her, froze, and he stroked her hair with one hand instead. "What happened?"
"......", Mu Huaixi despised himself in his heart, why was he becoming more and more pretentious?
She took a deep breath and explained stubbornly, "It's not that I can't bear to leave you, it's just that grandma and the others have prepared clothes for you, and I didn't prepare anything..."
"That's right," Ying Mingcheng heard that she was worried about this, so he pinched her waist, lifted her up, and walked towards the bed.
Mu Huaixi felt her eyes flash before she was on Ying Mingcheng's shoulder. She screamed, grabbed his sweater, and said anxiously, "Brother Cheng, what are you doing? Put me down quickly."
Ying Mingcheng didn't say anything and threw her directly into the thick quilt. Noticing her intention to run away, he grabbed her hands and pressed them on the quilt, then moved closer to her.
"You, what are you doing?" Mu Huaixi's cheeks were flushed, and the tips of her ears were red. Since she came out of confinement, the most intimate thing they had done was to help her with her milk secretion. He hadn't been so roughly and intimately close to her for a long time, and his nose tip was almost touching hers.
The two people's breathing intertwined, and Mu Huaixi felt her heartbeat was disordered. She was no longer the girl who knew nothing. Being pressed by him like this, she felt a throbbing rising from deep inside her body.
Ying Mingcheng took off his sweater with one hand and showed her the back, "Look, not only did you not prepare clothes for me, but you also messed up my sweater like this."
When he lifted her up just now, it was so sudden that Mu Huaixi grabbed his sweater without noticing. Now, a few strands of wool were sticking out of the light blue sweater, which was obviously the work of his haste.
"Yes, how about I knit you a sweater?" Mu Huaixi tilted her head. His breath on her cheek made her feel even hotter. She barely concentrated and calculated, "I'll go buy some yarn tomorrow and try to make sure you can wear it in the fall!"
"Tsk," Ying Mingcheng couldn't help laughing. "I haven't even seen the scarf you promised me before, and now you're promising me a sweater?"
"Let me wear it in autumn. Which autumn?"
Mu Huaixi was so embarrassed that she raised her foot to kick him, but Ying Mingcheng pulled her towards his crotch. The hot and firm touch made her curl her toes and she pretended to be reserved and struggled a few times, "What are you doing? Grandma will send Xiaohui back soon!"
"Xiaohui will sleep with grandpa and grandma tonight." Ying Mingcheng didn't indulge her at all. He pressed her under him and even put her hands on his back and kissed her fiercely. "Don't hold back. I don't want the sweater you knitted. Leave some marks on it so that I can look at it when I miss you."
Mu Huaixi was stunned, and suddenly hugged him back, "Brother Cheng, I can't bear to leave you!"
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