I almost touched the moon

Chapter 116 My Little Tiger

While eating, perhaps because they were not in the habit of chatting, Wen Song and Wen Yiheng did not speak and just ate their food quietly.

Seeing that there were king crabs and Arctic sweet shrimps that Wen Song liked on the table, Cheng Che carefully picked out the crab leg meat for her, wiped his hands with a towel, and began to peel the shrimps for her.

Wen Yiheng couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene, and joked: "Let her peel it herself, and you eat yours. She is so old now. She was spoiled to begin with, and now she is even more lawless."

Cheng Che smiled slightly, but did not stop peeling shrimps. He said to Wen Yiheng, "It's okay. I'm used to it."

"Do you bully him all day long?" Wen Yiheng gently hit Wen Song on the head and said, "It's not enough to bully Petty at home, now you bully your boyfriend."

"I didn't." Wen Song glanced at her, "He volunteered."

"Really?" Wen Yiheng said in disbelief, "No worries, just tell me, I am very willing to provide legal assistance."

When Cheng Che heard the second half of Wen Yiheng's words, he knew she was joking, so he also joked, "Actually, I really need legal assistance."

After Wen Song heard what he said, he snorted and said to Petty, "Petty, bite him."

He looked at Cheng Che again and blinked, "Now you really need it."

After dinner, Wen Yiheng took out a pink envelope and handed it to Cheng Che, saying, "This is the Spring Festival red envelope. You must accept it."

Cheng Che immediately declined, but Wen Yiheng was very firm, "Don't be so polite, it's my duty as an elder. It's just that I don't have a red envelope, so I can only use a pink envelope, but the meaning is the same. Please accept it."

Wen Song also took the red envelope and stuffed it into Cheng Che's pocket. "Take it quickly. Lawyer Wen never gave me a red envelope. Take it quickly and we'll split it in half."

Wen Yiheng glanced at her and said unhappily, "Big sister, I've transferred your share to you. Don't compete with Roche for it."

Seeing this, Cheng Che could only thank him and accept the red envelope, and whispered to Wen Song: "Then I will buy a gift for my sister."

Wen Yiheng glanced at his watch and said to them, "I have a date, so I'll leave first. You guys can have fun."

Then he walked to Wen Song and whispered, "I won't come back tonight, so just do whatever you want."

After Wen Yiheng left, Zhou Ma also told Wen Song that her son and daughter-in-law had come to Zurich and would spend New Year's Eve with them tonight. The housekeeper also took advantage of this short two-day holiday to go on vacation in Italy. Suddenly, only the two of them and Petty were left at home.

Petty jumped onto Cheng Che's legs, obviously wanting Cheng Che to take him out to play.

Cheng Che also said to Wen Song: "Let's go walk the dog together?"

Wen Song nodded, went back to the bedroom to change clothes, and went out with him and Petty.

On a winter night in Zurich, the temperature dropped to below zero. Cheng Che saw that Wen Song was only wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and a down jacket without even zipping up her clothes. He immediately helped her zip up her clothes and held her cold hands in his own.

"Ache, do you remember the first time we walked the dog together?"

Before they knew it, they had walked to R?sslipark. Because it was cold, there were not many visitors in the park. There were only them, the two of them and their dog.

"Of course I remember." Cheng Che said gently, "I still remember that time when you held my hand for the first time. It was the first time I held a girl's hand. I thought it was so strange, so smooth, how could it be so small and soft, and the hand was so cold."

"My hands are not small among girls." Wen Song said unconvincedly, "What about now?"

"Now..." Cheng Che smiled, "I'm used to it, but it's still very cold. Baby, you should wear more clothes."

"I know." Wen Song glanced at him and muttered, "You're wearing even less than me."

"But my body temperature is high and my hands are not cold." Cheng Che held her hand tighter and warmed her with his body temperature.

"What were you thinking about at that time?"

"I was wondering whether I should confess to you." Cheng Che raised the corner of his mouth slightly, secretly thanking himself for his courage at that time.

"Then why don't you say it?" Wen Song turned his head and looked at him and asked, "I'm waiting for you to confess too."

Cheng Che also looked at her and smiled gently, "I'm afraid you will reject me."

"Why did you confess later?" Wen Song thought about the situation at that time. Who would suddenly confess to someone while taking a walk for no apparent reason? She was so scared that she didn't know what to say.

"Because I'm scared." Seeing that Petty had collapsed from exhaustion, Cheng Che patted its head gently and led it back.

"At that time, your mother said that I was more handsome than the previous one, and I was very scared. Later, I was waiting for you on the roadside, and when you ran towards me, I made up my mind to confess to you."

"Don't be afraid." Wen Song took his arm and said, "Ache, I only have you."

"So who was the previous one?" Cheng Che asked curiously. "I really want to know, who was it? Who is not as handsome as me?"

Wen Song smiled gently, thought for a moment, and said with difficulty: "I can tell you, but you are not allowed to be angry, unhappy, or quarrel with me."

"Okay..." Cheng Che understood the general idea after listening, "I think I guessed it, but I still want you to tell me."

"Yeah..." Wen Song also nodded, "It's Skyline."

"It's just a normal relationship between an idol and a fan, but you actually brought him home as a guest." Cheng Che complained in a low voice, "He even went to your house before me."

"Ache." Wen Song pinched his face, "You said you wouldn't be unhappy."

"I didn't say that." Cheng Che argued, "You were the one who said you couldn't be unhappy, and I didn't agree to that. So why did he go to your house? Why?"

"Okay." Wen Song explained patiently, "He happened to be competing in Berlin at the time, and was traveling in Europe, so he came to Switzerland. He said he liked dogs, so I took him to see Petty. Unlike you, he didn't eat at our house, but played with Petty in the garden."

"No wonder he has pictures of Petty on his Instagram." Cheng Che let it slip accidentally.

"How did you know about Petty's photos on his Instagram?" Wen Song also reacted, "Cheng Che, you are a pervert! You actually stalked (peeked) at his Instagram."

"I'm not stalking, I'm watching openly." Cheng Che heard her say that, and the unhappiness in his heart dissipated, "Sister, you can only love me, not like him."

"I know." Wen Song nodded, "I don't like him, I only love you. Go back quickly, I'm almost freezing to death."

The temperature was getting lower and lower at night. Cheng Che was worried that Wen Song would catch a cold, so he took off his coat and put it on her.

"Please put it on so you don't catch a cold."

Cheng Che took her hand, ran two steps and said, "I'm not cold, let's run back."

They jogged back home, dispelling most of the cold. After Cheng Che washed Petty, he accompanied Wen Song upstairs to the bedroom to change clothes.

She changed into a silk velvet cream-white home suit, which made her look particularly lazy.

There is a small audio-visual room in the bedroom with a large floor-to-ceiling window. Through the window, you can see the snow-capped mountains gleaming in the distance and Lake Zurich at the foot of the mountain.

She really doesn't like going out. In addition to the regular dressing room and bathroom in her bedroom, there is also a living room and a media room. There is also a refrigerator and a snack cabinet in the media room. It is obvious that she doesn't even want to go downstairs.

Cheng Che thought about this and couldn't help but smile. He held her in his arms, snuggled up together on the caterpillar sofa, took a blanket from the side and covered her with it, and watched a movie with her.

Petty also lay beside them, quietly, and soon fell asleep, snoring.

"Little lazy bastard." Cheng Che poked Petty's nose and said to Wen Song, "Same as you."

"How am I lazy? I'm very diligent."

Cheng Che smiled without saying anything, and just continued to hold her, caressing her face with his fingers inadvertently, a subconscious movement, gentle and calm.

It was twelve o'clock soon. Cheng Che took out a jewelry box and handed it to her. He turned down the volume of the movie and kissed her eyes: "Happy New Year, my little tiger."

Wen Song opened the jewelry box, and inside was a red string with Fred's gold horseshoe buckle and full of diamonds. Together with the one she gave to Cheng Che, they could barely be considered a couple's item.

"It's the same one I gave you. You bought them on purpose as a couple's bracelet." Wen Song smiled, "But why did you buy a red one? And I don't like gold very much."

"I know you don't like gold." Cheng Che picked up the bracelet and put it on her right hand, "But in your zodiac year, you have to wear a red string and gold to ward off evil."

"So that's it."

Wen Song looked at the bracelet he put on her right hand. The red chain and the golden horseshoe buckle were not as gaudy as she had imagined. Instead, it was very elegant and made her skin look especially fair.

"Thank you, I love it." She raised her head and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"You must always wear it." Cheng Che instructed, "Except when you take a shower, you can't take it off at other times. It will definitely bless you with everything going well, safe and healthy this year."

"Okay, I know."

They found another movie together, "Afternoons with Marguerite", a very classic French light comedy.

The heating in the house is turned on very high, and the small audio-visual room is particularly warm, but snow has already begun to fall outside the window. Incense is burning in the room, emitting the melodious scent of sandalwood and cedar, making the room particularly quiet and warm.

The pace of the movie was very slow. Wen Song fell asleep in Cheng Che's arms without knowing when. His breathing became very slow and there was a faint smile on his face.