Chapter 167 - was like a dream (1/2)

Author: Luo Yi gave her snow MACHINE TRANSLATION

When the last fireworks were lit, Du Anran looked up at the starry sky. The fireworks bloomed before her eyes, colorful and dazzling.

When she occasionally lowered her head and looked straight ahead, she actually saw a familiar figure amidst the interweaving of white smoke and mist.

He was wearing a black coat with his hands in his pockets. His gaze was gentle as he looked ahead, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. He did not move. He just stood in the midst of the fireworks that filled the sky. It was as if it was not real, but it was real.

Du Anran’s hands that were clapping suddenly stopped. She had imagined his appearance in the fireworks a few times, and it had been destroyed a few times.

She could not believe her eyes. He really came?

The fireworks bloomed their last ray of life. In the dissipating night sky, the mist became thicker and thicker.

Du Anran clearly felt the old man beside her trembling. She was not mistaken. Xin Zimo had come… …

When the smoke had completely dissipated, he walked toward her.

“ZIMO… ” Du Anran muttered to herself. It was him. She was not mistaken.

He walked to her side and brushed her hair with his left hand. He lowered his head and whispered into her ear, “did you miss me? ”

Du Anran’s face turned red. Fortunately, no one else heard her. Just as she lowered her head, Xin zimo looked up at the old man beside Du Anran. He nodded at the old man.

The old man looked at him without blinking. His hand, which was holding the cane, was trembling. His eyes were full of tears and his lips were trembling. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he was speechless.

The old man looked at Xin Zimo like that. Although he was already a grandchild, Xin Zimo could still vaguely see traces of Yin Luoluo in his eyes. This was the first time he longed to see Yin Luoluo, more than ever.

Xin zimo looked very similar to his father. He owed his eldest son a lot, especially his father’s love. But he could not make up for all of this… …

When Xin Zimo and Du Anran stood together, he hoped that they could be happy, forever.

Du Anran saw the gentleness in Xin Zimo’s eyes, and it was no longer the kind of ruthlessness that she had when she mentioned the old man, although there was still not much of a smile on his face. She quietly held his hand, and it turned out that his palm was still cold.

When her hand held his hand, Xin Zimo’s heart skipped a beat.

Tonight, he was glad that he came. Otherwise, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

When the New Year’s bell rang, Xin zimo stood in front of the window with Du Anran in his arms, watching the sky full of fireworks. Du Anran was half-hidden in his arms. The familiar smell of his body remained in his nose. It was very warm and very happy.

He did not say that he would leave, so the old man chose the best room for them to stay in.

The light from the window shone on Du Anran’s face, and Xin Zimo saw a lot of satisfaction. When she was not paying attention, he lowered his head and kissed her slightly Red Lips.

She slightly raised her Chin to cooperate with him. The more he was intoxicated, the deeper the kiss became.

After countless times of training, she had learned to respond to him. Her response made him even more unable to stop. He raised his hand, carried her horizontally, and walked to the bedside.

Tonight, after drinking the red wine that Chi Xue handed him, he felt hot and restless. At first, he thought that he had drunk too much wine that night and did not care. Later, on the way to Laidu Garden, he felt uncomfortable all over. Now, he finally understood.

When du Anran looked up, she happened to see his furrowed brows. She could not help but ask softly, “what’s wrong? ”

He lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes left a row of dense shadows. He whispered in her ear in a hoarse voice, “nothing. ”

He did not think about anything else. In this sweet time, only he and Du Anran were allowed. He kissed her earlobe and neck… …

Du Anran hugged him. As he got closer, she could smell the strong male scent mixed with a hint of tobacco on his body.

She did not know if it was because of the bottle of wine or because she was too happy. That night, he hugged her, kissed her, and wanted her again and again.

“Zimo… do you know? I was really afraid that you wouldn’t come… ” Du Anran pressed herself against his chest. Her hands were tightly wrapped around his waist. She was afraid that if she let go, the dream would disappear again …

“How could I bear to let you lose… ” Xin Zimo caressed her beautiful hair and smelled the fresh rosemary in her hair.

Early the next morning, Xin Zimo had someone bring new clothes to Du Anran. He also brought a piece for the old man.

Du Anran saw the joy and gratitude in the old man’s eyes when he took the clothes. She suddenly felt that it was worth it for her to have the courage to threaten Xin Zimo once.

However, she did not dare to do so in the future.

Although there was no smile on Xin Zimo’s face every time he looked at the old man, there was no indifference. Du Anran did not force him anymore. She was already satisfied.

The old man tried to talk to him. Although he always used “yes” or “I know” instead, Du Anran thought that this was a great reconciliation!

On the first day of the New Year, Xin Zimo stayed with Du Anran in Laidu Garden. There were a few times when his cell phone rang. Du Anran seemed to have heard Xin zimo’s mother’s voice.

She felt a little strange, so she asked Xin Zimo, “is that your mother? ”

“Yes. She’s at the Channel Villa with Chi Xue. ”

Du Anran was slightly surprised. She did not expect Xin Zimo’s mother to come to London, nor did she expect Xin Zimo to stay in laidu garden in such a situation.

“then she… urged you to go back? ”