Cheng Yaoyao took the opportunity to step on his knee: "Then give me back my shoes and let go of my feet!"
Xie Zhao hesitated for a moment, and Cheng Yaoyao said threateningly: "Do you still want a gift?"
Xie Zhao then put the high heels back on Cheng Yaoyao's feet and reluctantly let go. Cheng Yaoyao quickly pulled his feet back, took the opportunity to sit up straight, and leaned back.
Stepping on the carpet, Cheng Yaoyao finally breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip of the red wine.
Xie Zhao waited for a long time and called out, "Sister?"
Cheng Yaoyao asked fiercely: "What are you doing?"
Xie Zhao pursed his lips, with some doubt and expectation in his eyes: "You just said that."
"What did I just say?" Cheng Yaoyao picked up the knife and fork, cut a small piece of steak and put it into her mouth. She chewed it carefully, enjoying the tender and juicy steak, and took a sip of red wine, enjoying it very much.
It's just that the gaze on the opposite side is too strong, and the expectation has turned into silent frustration.
Cheng Yaoyao wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin, and finally took out a box from his bag, put it on the table, and pushed it to Xie Zhao's hand.
She imitated Xie Zhao's tone and said, "Don't pout, I really have a gift for you!"
Xie Zhao's eyes lit up and he asked, "Is it really a gift?"
Cheng Yaoyao glanced at him sideways with a displeased look, and said seductively: "Do I always lie to people? Why don't you trust me so much?"
Xie Zhao actually thought for a moment: "..."
Cheng Yaoyao was so angry that he wanted to kick him again: "Don't forget it!"
Cheng Yaoyao reached out to take the box, but Xie Zhao grabbed it first. His slender, tanned hands covered the small box. The velvet box felt soft to the touch, but heavy in his hands. Xie Zhao had rarely received gifts in his 20 years of life, let alone this one from Cheng Yaoyao.
He looked at the box carefully for a while, found the lock and opened it. His movements were restrained and reserved, but the moment he opened the box, Cheng Yaoyao clearly saw a big furry tail wagging behind Xie Zhao.
A silver watch lay quietly in the black velvet satin. In the light, the watch shone with the cold and hard luster of metal, and the hour and minute hands pointed to eight fifteen with incomparable accuracy.
Cheng Yaoyao propped up his chin with a proud look on his face, and raised the corners of his lips: "Do you like it? Try it on."
"Yes." Xie Zhao nodded, looking at the watch but not taking it out, "I'll wear it during the Chinese New Year."
"This isn't new clothing. You have to wait until the New Year to wear it!" Cheng Yaoyao chuckled, reached out and took out the watch, and said to Xie Zhao, "Stretch out your hand."
Xie Zhao stretched out his hand, rolled up his sleeves to reveal a slender and thin wrist. Cheng Yaoyao put the watch on Xie Zhao's wrist. He had been doing rough work for many years, so his fingers were rough and strong. Veins appeared on his tanned wrist bones, which was very sexy with the silver metal strap.
Cheng Yaoyao felt on the spot that the eight hundred yuan was worth it!
Xie Zhao glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "I'm often outside, so it's easy to get damaged."
"Watches are meant to be worn, you are not allowed to take them off!" Cheng Yaoyao praised without disguising, "It looks very nice. Look, it's the same style as my watch, mine is a Kun watch."
Cheng Yaoyao stretched out her hand. She also wore a watch on her slender, white wrist, which was exactly the same as the one on Xie Zhao's wrist. The two wrists were placed together, with a sharp contrast between the white and the wheat color. The two watches were also one rough and majestic, and the other delicate and delicate.
Xie Zhao's heart was moved, and he held Cheng Yaoyao's hand with his backhand, smiling and said, "Okay, I will always wear it."
Cheng Yaoyao said aggrievedly: "But after buying a watch, I don't have enough ten thousand yuan."
Seeing that Cheng Yaoyao was still thinking about this matter, Xie Zhao's heart softened again: "Don't worry about the money. I won't touch pornographic goods anymore."
Cheng Yaoyao said: "But doing other business requires capital..."
"I have money." Xie Zhao moved the plate of steak in front of him to Cheng Yaoyao, "Eat it. It's almost half past eight. I'll take you home after you finish eating."
Cheng Yaoyao groaned, "I know you have a watch, so stop showing it off!"
Cheng Yaoyao didn't have much of an appetite that night. She only ate a little potato salad and borscht, and most of the food went into Xie Zhao's stomach. When the two of them came out after dinner, the night wind was bone-chillingly cold.
Cheng Yaoyao was wrapped in a newly bought red cashmere scarf, which covered her face, revealing only a pair of watery peach blossom eyes. Xie Zhao used his broad body to shield her from the wind, and seeing that she was very cold, he called a rickshaw. If it were Xie Zhao himself, he would definitely not want to ride.
Cheng Yaoyao didn't know if rickshaws still existed in the 1970s, but they were in the original book. People who came to the Red House to spend money were not short of money. There were several rickshaws parked at the door, and a driver immediately trotted over.
Xie Zhao helped Cheng Yaoyao get on the rickshaw, and then he got on too. The rickshaw had a canopy, which could block some of the wind. Xie Zhao then put his coat on Cheng Yaoyao, and the two of them sat close together.
Xie Zhao saw Cheng Yaoyao leaning against him, turned around to see the driver pedaling, and raised his hand to hold Cheng Yaoyao: "Are you cold?"
In fact, their shoulders were pressed tightly together, and the warmth penetrated their bodies, so Cheng Yaoyao didn't feel cold. Seeing Xie Zhao say this, he could only nod: "Yeah. A little cold."
Xie Zhao said: "It's my fault for not checking the time. I can't stay so late tomorrow."
Cheng Yaoyao happily fiddled with the watch on Xie Zhao's wrist. Xie Zhao looked really good in it. It wasn't until Xie Zhao pinched her shoulder that she came back to her senses: "What did you say?"
Xie Zhao said helplessly: "I told you what time you should come out tomorrow, and I'll wait for you."
Cheng Yaoyao thought for a moment and said, "It can't be too early tomorrow. My dad is resting, so he will definitely be at home. I'll think of a way to sneak out after breakfast."
Xie Zhao nodded: "I have something to do, I'll meet you downstairs at ten o'clock."
There was no conversation along the way. There was only the sound of wheels rolling over the ground, and the street lights illuminated the spider-like drizzle floating like smoke and fog. Occasionally, the car body swayed, and the two of them huddled together, and Xie Zhao's breathing gradually became heavier. Only Cheng Yaoyao was unaware of it, and was sweetly planning for tomorrow's date.
The car soon stopped downstairs of Cheng Yaoyao's house, interrupting this sweet journey. Xie Zhao woke up as if from a dream, paid the fare, got off the car and turned around to help Cheng Yaoyao.
Cheng Yaoyao put her hands on Xie Zhao's shoulders and jumped down playfully. Xie Zhao picked her up and spun her around before putting her on the ground. Cheng Yaoyao's skirt swirled like a petal, and she fell to the ground in shock, whispering, "Disgusting!"
The driver pedaled away again. Under the streetlight, only two figures, one tall and one short, were left looking at each other. The streetlight fell on Xie Zhao, outlining the man's tall and straight figure in every detail.
Wei Shuying suddenly stopped closing the window and stretched her head out of the window to look out. Under the street light, Cheng Yaoyao looked up and talked to the young man standing opposite. Even from such a long distance, she could see that she was smiling, exuding the sweetness of a girl in love.
The young man had his back to the window, so her face could not be seen. But she could tell from his coat that it was high-end stuff, and Wei Shuying gritted her teeth in hatred.
Cheng Nuonuo came out of the kitchen with a pot of wine and dumplings. Cheng Zheng picked up the newspaper and sat at the dining table, saying to Wei Shuying, "Come over for supper. What are you reading?"
"No, nothing!" Wei Shuying quickly closed the window. Cheng Zheng loved Cheng Yaoyao very much. If he saw Shen Yan being affectionate with Cheng Yaoyao at night, he would definitely favor Cheng Yaoyao! Wei Shuying made up her mind that she must let Cheng Nuonuo and Shen Yan settle the matter quickly and not give Cheng Yaoyao any chance!
Cheng Nonuo smiled softly: "Mom often told me that Dad has an old cough problem, so I have to remember to close the windows at home so that Dad doesn't catch a cold."
"That's right." Wei Shuying said quickly, "Your illness is caused by smoking, and you don't know how to be careful! You are already in your 60s, and you really can't live without me for a moment."
Cheng Zheng was touched by the words of the mother and daughter, and he also remembered the good things Wei Shuying had done for him during his illness. His tone softened, "Sit down and eat."
The small dumplings cooked with fresh wine are soft, glutinous and mellow. Eating them on a cold winter night warms your body. Father Cheng said, "Leave a bowl for Yaoyao, she is most afraid of the cold."
Wei Shuying couldn't help but speak when she heard that, but Cheng Nonuo stopped her with a look, lowered her eyebrows and said, "I've already left it for Sister Yaoyao. But Sister Yaoyao hasn't come back so late, she must have had a midnight snack outside."
Cheng Zheng looked at his watch: "It's almost nine o'clock!"
Wei Shuying took the opportunity to say, "Hey, the more girls are careless, the more likely they are to go off-road. Do you think everyone is as honest and dutiful as our Nono?"
Cheng Zheng put down the spoon and a few drops of wine splashed out: "Honest? You are not qualified to say such words! You have corrupted my good daughter!"
Thinking about how well-behaved Nuonuo was in the past, but now he is with Shen Yan... Cheng Zheng felt a pain in his heart just thinking about it.
“I…I’m not…” Wei Shuying stared for a long time, unable to say anything. She could only mutter to herself.
Cheng Nonuo felt a headache. Cheng Zheng was most annoyed by her stubbornness, but Wei Shuying herself didn't know it. Cheng Nonuo said softly, "Dad, don't be angry. Mom said that because she was worried about Sister Yaoyao. Eat more. I see you didn't eat much for dinner."
Cheng Zheng looked at his little daughter. Under the light, Cheng Nuonuo looked even more skinny and haggard, totally different from the cute Cheng Yaoyao. In the past few days, Cheng Nuonuo had let him know that Cheng Yaoyao did not have to work in the countryside, but Cheng Nuonuo had to do a lot of work for her sister, which was very hard. After all, she was his own daughter, so Cheng Zheng felt a little distressed. He scooped a large spoonful of wine-fermented dumplings into Cheng Nuonuo's bowl and said, "You should eat more too, and take good care of yourself during these few days. Girls should be pretty."
Cheng Nonuo's face froze, and she forced a smile and nodded: "Thank you, Dad."
At this moment, Cheng Yaoyao pushed the door open and the fresh cold air outside rushed in. She was carrying a lot of bags, with a sweet smile on her lips, and at a glance, she saw the scene of a loving father and a filial daughter.
Wei Shuying yelled, "Hey, hurry up and close the door! It's hard to keep warm in this room!"
What she said implied that she wanted Cheng Yaoyao to leave this house. Cheng Yaoyao frowned and let the door open, and the cold wind immediately filled the room.
Wei Shuying was so angry that she fell backwards, but Cheng Zheng came over to greet her: "Yaoyao, why did you come back so late? You must be cold. Come over and have a bowl of wine to warm yourself up."
Cheng Yaoyao took a bite and said, "It's not tasty."
No one paid any attention to Wei Shuying. She went to close the door in a rage and came back yelling when she heard this: "Everyone can see our Nono's craftsmanship! Everyone praises our Nono's craftsmanship, but you are the only one finding fault with it!"
Cheng Yaoyao chuckled. The sweet wine brewing shop at the entrance of the alley has been selling sweet wine for more than ten years. The dumplings brewed with the wine taste sweet and mellow. However, the cooking skills of the dumplings were not good enough, so the taste was reduced from 10 points to 70 points.
Cheng Zheng tried to smooth things over by saying, "Nono hasn't cooked for a long time, so it's normal that he lost his aim."
As Cheng Zheng spoke, he scooped up a mouthful of wine-brewed dumplings and put them into his mouth. His expression immediately froze.
Cheng Nonuo asked nervously: "Dad, what's wrong?"
Cheng Zheng swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "The taste is a little worse."
"I just don't believe it. How can our Nuonuo's cooking be bad!" Wei Shuying also took a sip and smacked her lips. Her taste buds were not as sharp as Cheng Yaoyao's, but the food cooked by Cheng Nuonuo in the past had a soothing taste that made people ignore the taste of the food itself, but now it was completely gone.
Wei Shuying's tone immediately weakened: "It must be because Nuonuo hasn't cooked for a long time! I tasted it and it's not much different from before..."
Cheng Nonuo said timidly, "Yes...I didn't cook it well. Sister Yaoyao, if you don't like it, I'll cook you another bowl!"
Cheng Yaoyao sneered in his heart. Cheng Nonuo was always like this. She would take advantage of the original owner's words and make it seem like she had suffered a great injustice.
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