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As Xi Qing, it is very easy to go backstage, and even the staff enthusiastically guided him, allowing him to walk unimpeded all the way to the dressing room of Gong Xi Qiao.

Several make-up artists in the dressing room were surrounding Gong Xi Qiao applying smears. Some people found Xi Qing standing at the door. Although he did not know him, but seeing his good temperament and the staff in the station leading the way, they guessed him. The identity is not simple, so no one dared to speak out.

Listening to Gong Xi Qiao's playful interruption of the makeup artist's intentional or unintentional hospitality, Xi Qing couldn't help but smile and nodded to Xiao Yao and others who had already seen him, and then sat down while waiting for Gong Xi Qiao to remove her makeup.

"Mr. Xi, Qiao will be able to fix it in a while." Chen Ke walked to Xi Qing and saw him in a tailored black suit. Perhaps it was for the festive celebration of the festival, he also specially wore a red tie. It looks like the whole thing. People are much milder.

"It's okay, it's still early." Xi Qing glanced at his watch. It was not nine o'clock now, and it was still too late to rush to the New Year's Eve dinner with his uncle and aunt.

When Chen Ke saw this, he stopped talking, but he was a little puzzled. Looking at the posture, are the two of them planning to spend New Year's Eve together? But... what about Young Master Qiao's parents?

Can't it be Xi Ye running to Gongxi Qiao's parents to spend the New Year with them?

Frightened by his miraculous brain hole, Chen Ke coughed dryly, and tried to make the expression on his face a little more serious, so that Xi Qing would not see the clue.

After Gong Xi Qiao took off his makeup, he asked Chen Ke and others to go home. During the family reunion days, if he still let the family run around with him, he would feel a little sad.

Before Chen Ke left, he took a few more glances at Xi Qing and Gong Xiqiao. Seeing that they were in the car together, he had to sigh and get into his car.

When the two returned to the Gongxi’s villa, it was less than ten o’clock. Because they couldn’t set off firecrackers, the family hung a pair of red lanterns at the gate for the celebration of the New Year.

"Dad, Mom," Gong Xi Qiao walked into the house and walked from the cold outside into the warm room. He let out a long, comfortable sigh.

Xi Qing hung the coat and scarf he took off on the coat rack next to him. After putting on fluffy cartoon slippers with Gong Xi Qiao, he went to the kitchen to help.

"You finally came back," Qiao Lanfen walked out of the kitchen with the dishes and smiled at Xi Qing. "We are also worried that you will encounter traffic jams tonight. It seems that you are lucky."

"Fortunately, it's not too congested," Xi Qing walked into the kitchen and saw Gong Xixiong pouring sauce on a steamed fish, then rolled up his shirt sleeve and said, "Uncle, what can I do for you? "

"The dishes are ready, just take it out," Gong Xixiong put down the big spoon, "I'll wait for you to come back for dinner."

A family of four, with a table full of food, Xi Qing looked at the red lucky knots hanging on the wall and the grilles on the windows, and smiled at Gong Xiqiao.

Where he is, it is his home.

After 12 o'clock in the morning, Gong Xi Qiao walked to the courtyard with a box of fireworks, waved to Xi Qing at the door, and whispered: "Da Xi, come and accompany me to light fireworks sticks."

Although you can't set off firecrackers, you can set off a firework stick or something.

"It's cold outside," Xi Qing put on his coat and scarf, and then curiously asked, "When did you buy these fireworks sticks?"

"It was given by a friend of my dad who runs a fireworks and firecracker factory." Gong Xiqiao lit a lighter and handed it to Xi Qing, "Chinese New Year."

Xi Qing looked at the firework stick that he hadn't played for many years, and looked at the faces of the people around him reddened by the fireworks, and said with a smile, "Well, I will accompany you like this every year from now on."

Gong Xiqiao, who was lighting the fireworks, smiled and kissed him on the cheek: "Okay, you stay with me, and I will stay with you."

On the second floor, Gong Xixiong and Qiao Lanfen stood in front of the window, looking at the two young people playing with fireworks sticks in the yard, and their cheerful expressions were a little complicated.

"I haven't seen Xiao Qiao playing with these things for many years." In order to prevent the children from discovering that they were peeking, the husband and wife were very careful to only raise the curtain by one corner. "I didn't expect that Xi Qing would also accompany him. He plays this."

"Otherwise, how can the two of them come together?" Gong Xixiong drew down the curtains and stopped looking at the two young people. "There have been a lot of men and women surrounding Xiao Qiao these years, and he really took it into his heart. Isn’t it the only one?"

In their opinion, apart from the fact that Xi Qing's gender is not particularly satisfying, there is really nothing to fault about. Even the Gongxi couple who prefers their own children have to admit that the two people are walking together. It is Xi Qing. It takes more time to take care of Xiao Qiao.

"Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren. As long as the two of them can live a good life, it doesn't matter whether they are male or female," Qiao Lanfen thought very openly. "Anyway, I think our son likes Xi Qing, and he likes it too much."

Gong Xixiong raised his eyebrows: "It's so exaggerated."

"You still don't believe me?" Qiao Lanfen snorted softly, "and Xi Qing is the same. I think he almost treats our son as eyeballs. Even me, a mother, thinks he spoils Xiao Qiao too much. "

Gong Xixiong couldn't refute this, so he silently pulled his wife to sleep under the quilt.

"It's snowing?" The two were having fun, when Gong Xiqiao suddenly found something cold on the back of his hand. He looked up and saw a few snowflakes floating on his face.

"Well," Xi Qing said warmly, holding his hand, "Let's go back and rest."

Gong Xiqiao glanced at the half box of fireworks sticks left, and obediently let Xi Qing lead him back into the house.

After returning to the room, the two took a shower, and then found two big red envelopes under the pillows, one with his name and the other with Xi Qing's name on it.

"Happy New Year." Gong Xiqiao handed the red envelope to Xi Qing, "It seems that my parents have already regarded you as their own son."

"Happy New Year," Xi Qing took the red envelope, put it in the drawer solemnly, and said, "Then I will call them parents tomorrow, will they respond to me?"

Gong Xiqiao touched his chin and smiled, "Why...you try it tomorrow morning?"

"Okay." Xi Qing smiled and hugged him into her arms. "For me, your parents are my parents."

Listening to the other's heartbeat, Gong Xi Qiao showed a bright smile on his face.