The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Chapter 842: Qingchen couple, sweet New Year's Eve

On New Year's Eve, thousands of lights are on.

Bright lanterns were hung in the garden of Yejia’s mansion. Ye Yuchen took Mu Wanqing home with the sound of firecrackers. The whole family gathered together to enjoy the New Year’s Eve dinner...

"Qingqin, you will be nineteen in the beginning of spring. Even if you don't consider getting married and having children for the time being, you will get your engagement done first."

Ye Shengkun smiled heartily, then poured a glass of wine, "Come on, let's toast these young couple first."

Upon seeing this, Mu Wanqing immediately got up with the wine glass.

"How can this work? Uncle Ye is an elder." She hurriedly passed the wine glass before Ye Shengkun toasted, "Uncle, aunt, grandma, I toast you."

Ye Shengkun and Shen Jingshu met and smiled.

Shen Jingshu looked at Mu Wanqing with a smile, and couldn't help but jokingly said, "It seems that Qing Qing agreed to get engaged."

Mu Wanqing: "..."

This doesn't seem to be the same thing, right?

She looked sideways, cast her eyes for help at Ye Yuchen, quietly moved to his side, and kicked him.

"Qingqin is shy."

Ye Yuchen's thin lips twitched lightly, and he immediately raised his glass and got up, "Let her drink less, I respect you."

Mu Wanqing: "..."

She didn't let him get up to toast!

After that, there is no way to explain the matter now.

So Ye Yuchen toasted wine with the three elders, and Mu Wanqing clinked glasses with them, preparing to drink it all.

But the man reached out to stop her, "You drink juice."

When the voice fell, Ye Yuchen took Mu Wanqing's wine glass, replaced her wine, and ordered the servant to bring her fruit juice.

Seeing Ye Yuchen's affection and admiration for Wan Qing, the three elders smiled at each other, "Okay...Okay!"

At the family dinner, the atmosphere became more and more harmonious.

The New Year is approaching, and the fireworks in the night sky are blooming brilliantly, like golden daisies, releasing the beauty that fades in an instant...

The leftovers of the New Year's Eve dinner were removed.

Shen Jingshu asked the servants to go home for the New Year, so they and Steward Pan were left in the night house.

"Qinqin, come here."

Han Qiushui smiled kindly, spread the dough in his palm and handed it to her, "Do you know how to make dumplings?"

Mu Wanqing nodded lightly, "I know a little bit."

Although it is not special, you can operate the Angel's Eye and let it teach yourself how to learn...

It shouldn't be too difficult.

"Come and help grandma make dumplings." Han Qiushui smiled kindly. "That stinky kid Ye Yuchen doesn't like to eat dumplings the least. I don't believe you can make dumplings by yourself."

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing's eyes fluttered towards him.

The Ye Yuchen model who was sitting on the sofa got up, his thin lips twitched lightly, "Qingqin personally wrapped it, I naturally dare not."

He walked behind Mu Wanqing, his hot and firm chest pressed against her back, "I teach you."

As he said, he took the girl's hands, taught her to make dumplings, and added silver coins in it.

"Don't be like this, how sorry..."

Mu Wanqing poked his elbow back, embarrassingly trying to push him away, "I can pack it myself."

"It's okay." Ye Yuchen pressed her ears, "The dumplings made by our family are quite special, you see here...you have to pinch it again, and here..."

Seeing that the two people making dumplings are so sweet, Han Qiushui couldn't bear to mix it in, so he went to the side to mix the stuffing.

The New Year’s bell is about to ring, and dumplings are all being cooked.

Mu Wanqing and Ye Yuchen were sitting on the sofa side by side, but the phone rang suddenly, "Bell——"