"Grandma. Happy New Year." Tang Mingxi bit the bullet and told Ye Heng to keep this loving couple going.

The old lady was obviously very satisfied with the young couple's relationship. She didn't know anything about the hardships Ye Heng endured at Tang's house, so she dragged Tang Mingxi through the door and asked them to come to the table for dinner.

Tang Nuo had already arrived ahead of schedule, got up and nodded with Tang Mingxi, and sat down again after getting a response.

Next to him was a gentle and handsome man, sitting in a wheelchair with a smile. It was Tang Mingxi's second uncle, Tang Xueqin.

Tang Xueqin has been sickly since childhood. She has been blind for many years, her legs are disabled, and she has no intention of competing for family property.

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"Second Uncle, Happy New Year." Tang Mingxi said honestly.

Tang Xueqin greeted the servants to wrap red envelopes for Tang Mingxi and Ye Heng, and said with a smile, "Your mouth is so sweet, I'm ashamed that the second uncle doesn't give red envelopes."

When the red envelope was in hand, Tang Mingxi couldn't help but feel the thickness. He felt comfortable and delighted: It's so thick! It is worthy of being one of the top ten giants in Ningcheng.

Tang Xueqin heard the voice and saw that he was the same as when he was a child. He was like a stealing cat when he got money. With a smile, he couldn't help shaking his head.

After Tang Mingxi put the red envelopes away, he was quickly attracted by the fragrant food on the table, and he has been worried until now, but he has not been able to eat a good meal.

Looking at a table of home-cooked dishes now, Tang Mingxi quickly moved his index finger.

Ye Heng sat quietly, and the old lady occasionally asked him a few questions, and he answered flawlessly, as if he had something to do with Tang Mingxi.

When the old lady asked when the two of them were going to have children, Tang Mingxi, who was immersed in eating, coughed earth-shatteringly.

Ye Heng's acting skills were realistic, patted his back lightly, and said in an indescribably gentle tone, "Eat slowly."

Tang Mingxi only felt horrified, as if he was wrapped around his neck by a cold poisonous snake.

"Grandma, what are you talking about, how did our two big men give birth?" Tang Mingxi pretended to be calm, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

There was a trace of doubt in the old lady's eyes. Since the old lady left, the old lady has been in bad spirits, too sad, and confused: "Xiao Xi can be born."

Tang Mingxi wants me to give birth to a Nezha!

Or mitosis, the plasmotomy separates a daughter?

Just as he was about to answer, Ye Heng had already replied to the old lady indifferently: "It's not time yet. Xiaoxi is not in good health, so he plans to have a child a year later."

Tang Mingxi had to admire Ye Heng's professionalism at the level of an actor at this moment. As the starting point of the male protagonist, he could calmly speak about such hot topics as boys.

Does your kid have a number in Jinjiang?

The old lady nodded: "Yes, yes. You can't just rely on Xiaoxi to work hard to give birth to a child. You both have to work hard."

Tang Mingxi smirked professionally: "Hehehe... Yes, yes."

Ye Heng glanced at his stomach meaningfully, and there was a trace of sarcasm in his eyes.

After eating, Tang Xueqin sent Tang Nuo to the second floor to go back to sleep because of her physical discomfort.

It was getting late, and Uncle Wang, the housekeeper, arranged the room, which made Tang Mingxi face an epic problem. He had to sleep in the same room with Ye Heng.

The two stood at the door of the room, a little embarrassed.

Logically speaking, Tang Mingxi had already kicked him at the moment, and then the young lady lost her temper and left a sentence, "You want to live in the same room with me", then slammed the door and shut Ye Heng out.

As a result, when she turned her head, Mrs. Tang was looking at herself with anticipation, and by the way, she also looked at her belly lovingly.

Even if you watch it a hundred times, I can't tell, Tang Mingxi bit the bullet and pushed open the door with a blank expression.

Ye Heng stood behind him and didn't move, but Tang Mingxi didn't close the door.

A few seconds later, Ye Heng stepped into the door under the earnest eyes of the old lady.

The bedroom on the third floor comes with a garden room, with a floor-to-ceiling window on the right, and a small peaceful lake outside the window.

Ye Heng opened the cabinet door consciously, took out a quilt from inside, picked a place away from Tang Mingxi's bed, and spread it out on the ground.

His movements of making the bed were very natural, and he couldn't tell that he was the eldest young master of the Ye family in Yunjing, a young man of his age. At this time, he was probably still worrying about the college entrance examination, but Ye Heng had already experienced a lot of torture that ordinary people could not bear.

The washed and worn white shirt was held by his arm, and the clothes were pressed into several symmetrical folds.

His appearance is pale, tall and thin, he is still young, and he has the immaturity of a teenager, but his eyes already have the calm temperament of the future at the helm.

Looking down, Ye Heng's phalanx was a little red.

Tang Mingxi touched the frostbite cream in his pocket for some reason.

"You're sleeping on the floor?" Tang Mingxi broke the silence.

Ye Heng's body visibly paused, "The old lady is at the door, I will be found in the corridor when I sleep."

...I don't mean to want you to sleep in the hallway.

Tang Mingxi found that because the original owner had left him with too many bad things, what he said could be misinterpreted by Ye Heng as another meaning.

Since Ye Heng had said so, Tang Mingxi didn't realize that he was not a person who liked a hot face and a cold butt.

Moreover, proposing to sleep in a bed would easily collapse his character as the second son of the cannon fodder and scumbag.

So a sleepless night.

The next morning, Tang Mingxi got up first. don't know if Ye Heng suffered too much in the past two days and didn't sleep well.

Tang Mingxi saw that his eyes were slightly blue, and he was not sleeping very well in his dreams.

He squatted down and lifted Ye Heng's quilt up. Anyway, the male protagonist was sleeping, so he couldn't find him.

By the way, when left, put the frostbite cream on the coffee table.

As soon as Tang Mingxi went out, Ye Heng opened his eyes.

His eyes were so clear that he didn't look like he had just woken up.

He picked up the frostbite cream on the table and glanced at it, then without any expression, he threw it into the trash can.

On the morning of the second day of the new year, Tang Mingxi and Ye Heng were sent to the car under the more earnest eyes of Mrs. Tang than last night.

After getting in the car, Ye Heng's smile completely subsided, and his face changed so quickly that Sichuan operas were never so fast.

Tang Mingxi worked hard to deal with the old lady this day. Although he was not tired, he was very tired. After getting in the car, he was too lazy to speak and waste his energy.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Ye Heng's hands on his knees, and his finger bones were covered with a thin layer of ointment.

Of course, Tang Mingxi didn't even know that his frostbite cream was thrown into the trash can and then picked up on the table and stared at the patient for more than ten minutes. Very eccentric and subtle expressions squeeze a little bit of bizarre destiny in hand.

Found out that it is really a pure frostbite cream.

Instead of a poison mixed with arsenic.

One day, the frostbite cream will be able to speak, and she will definitely jump up and scold Ye Heng who threw it in the trash and pulled it out in a complicated mood: You are crazy! !

However, the reason for Tang Mingxi's bad mood is not only the uncertain future of life and death, but also how to solve the problem of foreign debt owed by the original owner of more than 20 million yuan.

Don't count on that investment company that loses 10 million yuan every quarter. Even though Tang Mingxi is quite confident in investment, he doesn't understand the market set in the novel at all. The possibility of turning him back against the wind in the short term is zero. .

But he thought it was very strange. The original owner lost money every year in this broken company, and he owed debts every year.

In the next second, Tang Mingxi knew the reason.

Tang Yun's blessing WeChat arrived as promised: [Are you having fun at grandma's house? My brother was busy with work and didn't have time to come back to accompany you, Xiaoxi, don't be angry. 】

...Thank you bro, I'm twenty, not two years old, right? Do you need to coax children?

With a ding dong, the next WeChat message came again.

Tang Yun: [The New Year's red envelope has been sent to your card, Xiaoxi has fun ^-^]

Tang Mingxi was speechless, why don't you use WeChat to transfer it when WeChat is so convenient?

I dislike the elderly, my younger brother is still so tired of talking when he is an adult, and even more disgusted.

Then the mobile phone sent a prompt: Your account with the last number xxxx has completed the transaction... 1, 10, 100, 10,000, 10,000——

eight zeros.

Tang Mingxi replied decisively: [Thank you brother qvq]

Tang Mingxi: [Brother is the best qvq]

Isn't it just coquetry, who wouldn't?

That's what a guy should do.

Tang Yun: [Brother also thinks Xiaoxi is the best. Remember a few years ago that you mentioned that you wanted to see the aurora? Foreign cities are not safe. I asked Chen Zhu to buy you an island in northern Europe. Remember to take the time to sign your name. 】

Tang Mingxi knelt down for him, this is his brother, is it appropriate not to kowtow three times during the Chinese New Year? ?

Think of the twenty million you owe.

It doesn't seem like much anymore 🙂

Ye Heng saw Tang Mingxi's mood improved visibly.

If it wasn't for him, Tang Mingxi would have been humming in the car.

Did you pick up the money, this rubbish.

It's not about picking up money.

Tang Mingxi was in a good mood, and seeing Ye Heng was pleasing to the eye.

I remembered that I hadn't sent a red envelope to Ye Heng, and then I remembered that the original owner only sent Ye Heng a hundred yuan of pocket money every day.

This was too rude, Tang Mingxi immediately decided to add pocket money to Ye Heng.

Ye Heng was looked at as strange by him, Tang Mingxi took out a thousand yuan from his wallet, like a rich man who became rich overnight, ready to take care of the beautiful little white face: "I'm in a good mood, I'll give you some pocket money, starting todayOne thousand a day."

Ye Heng:  …

For some reason, Ye Heng didn't feel the humiliation that Tang Mingxi gave him pocket money before.

Is it an illusion?Tang Mingxi's facial features are bright, and now he looks like a little fox who stole chicken, with a contented face.

"Why don't you express it?"

Probably because he had money in his hands, Tang Mingxi was not afraid of his murderer.

After all, money makes people bold 🙂

Ye Heng's voice was cold: "How do you want to express it?"

Make him kneel on his knees with gratitude like he used to apologise?

Tang Mingxi was surprised: "You have raised your salary, why don't you invite me to dinner?"

Ye Heng:  …

In the end, the two ate fifteen thousand in a western restaurant.

Ye Heng also posted five hundred in.

It made the boy who was not very wealthy in the first place even worse.

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