WMWH Chapter 21

Although the statue given by Fang Xiānsheng was very beautiful and I liked it very much, but I didn’t have space to put it at home. And I couldn’t bear to send it back to Fang Xiānsheng. The final compromise was to discuss with the property management staff of the community to replace the bronze statue on the flower bed with my marble statue…

My mother comforted me and said, “There’s nothing we can do about it. Our house is too small to put it in. However, this statue is so well made that it’s a pity to only put it in our house. It’s also great to take it out and let others appreciate it together.”

But it was really embarrassing to see a statue of myself every day whenever I went out.

What was even more shameful was that I actually forced him to kiss me!!!

I rolled around in bed, not knowing what would I say when I saw him again. Later, when I thought about it, Fang Xiānsheng’s brain circuit was different from that of ordinary people. Maybe, the things that ordinary people found embarrassing did not matter to him. I feel relieved when I think about it like this.

Then the first thing Fang Xiānsheng said the next time we met was: “Can I kiss you?”

“No!” I refused without thinking

“Why?” Fang Xiānsheng asked, “My mother said that after you kiss me, I should kiss you back.”

I got a little hot in the face, and then I said something that really screwed me up: “If you are like this, then I will never kiss you again.”

Then, Fang Xiānsheng took it seriously.

What did it mean to lift a stone and hit oneself in the foot? Exactly this.

Because Fang Xiānsheng made such a good impression on my mother on my birthday, my mother invited Fang Xiānsheng to our house for dinner at Christmas.

Christmas had always been of great significance to those of us who were religious families. Generally, it was our family and friends who stayed together during this holiday. When my mother made this invitation, I knew that she already recognized Fang Xiānsheng in her heart.

Even if said that Fang Xiānsheng was a very good person, but she still didn’t believe it, so now she was slapped in the face.

My dad always listened to my mom, and it was fine as long as my mom said yes.

In the early morning of Christmas Day, our family of three went to the church early to attend Mass. Before dawn, the church was brightly lit, and believers came from all directions. Everyone greeted each other and said some holiday blessings.

After the ceremony and receiving Holy Communion, I was getting ready to go home with my parents. A staff member in the church suddenly stopped and said that there would be a cultural performance in the church around two o’clock in the afternoon, and he hoped that I could perform on stage.

I agreed and went over to help after lunch. There were still many people, many of whom were children, wearing small red hats and bouncing around, sometimes picking up candy from Santa Claus, and sometimes playing with the leaves of the Christmas tree. Hu La¹Indicating excitement一一when I wasn’t paying attention, a group of little radish heads ran past me.

It was very noisy, but also very cute.

Fang Xiānsheng was not noisy, but he was also very cute.

It was already six o’clock in the afternoon when I got home after the performance. The living room was decorated inside and out, and the dim yellow lights were on, which made it appear warm. Heart-shaped Christmas knots were hung on the walls, and the dining table was covered with a white tablecloth, candlesticks, and two sets of cutlery.

I had a bad feeling in my heart一the phone dinged, and a text message arrived from my mother.

“Xiao Xiao, your dad and I have already booked a restaurant outside. I’ll leave home to you and Mr. Fang. I’ve prepared the red wine beef, corn congee and tree trunk cakes and put them in the kitchen. You can just take them out. Mom and Dad can only help you so far, Xiao Xiao, Merry Christmas!”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I wanted to call my mother, but the phone was turned off. I called my father again, but the phone didn’t answer.

With a ‘ding dong’ sound, my father sent me a text message: ‘The hotel is booked, and your mother and I won’t go back tonight. Merry Christmas, son.’

I:”……”

Would your conscience not hurt selling your son like this?!

At 6:30, the doorbell rang on time. I opened the door and Fang Xiānsheng stood there wearing a windbreaker and a scarf, holding a gift in his hand. Because he had already been here once before, Fang Xiānsheng took his time and smiled as soon as he saw me, and said: “Xiao Xiao, Merry Christmas.”

“Come on in,” I took the gift from his hand, blushing a little, and whispered, “My parents are out, it’s just the two of us tonight.”

“Okay,” Fang Xiānsheng said, taking off his shoes and obediently sitting on the sofa waiting for dinner.

I said: “The heating is on in the house, you can take off your scarf and windbreaker.”

“Okay.” Fang Xiānsheng said, taking off his scarf and windbreaker, folding them neatly and putting them aside, and continued to sit and wait obediently.

On the surface, I was walking in and out of the kitchen to get things, but in fact, I kept staring at him from the corner of my eye一my heart thumped and thumped, with a surprisingly loud voice.

He just sat there, like a landscape.

I patted my face and tried to remove the heat from my face. I told myself that you must be reserved and never do something as shameful as a forced kiss again.

Neither of us spoke during the meal, only made occasional eye contact, but that was enough.

At first, I always thought the silent Fang Xiānsheng was very charming, but later I discovered that what was truly charming was his concentrated expression.

When he looked at you, you would think you were his only one.

I felt that my heartbeat was going to be abnormal again, so I quickly picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. Without paying attention, I looked up and found a string of mistletoe hanging from the lamp on the dining table.

I felt like my face was about to burn.

“Fang Xiānsheng,” I called him, stood up and walked to him.

He raised his head and looked at me in confusion. Just as he was about to speak, I trembled and covered his eyes, lowered my head and kissed his lips.

No one knew that every time I kissed him, I felt like I was kissing a lost angel.

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