The queen's wife is too sultry

"Jing Ting, today is Christmas Eve, shall we go back to uncle and aunt?"

In the apartment, the Christmas tree in the living room emits warm orange light, and the Christmas lights on the tree body are continuously flashing, calm and warm.

Ye Zhen combed her high ponytail and wore a white sweater. Her unpainted face was clean and pure, full of collagen.

She nestled on the sofa, looking at Jiang Jingting who was busy in the kitchen.

Today is Christmas Eve, so it is reasonable to go back to Jiang's villa.

She has been in London for three years, and even though she doesn't have any sense of belonging to the Jiang family in her heart, she will go back with Jiang Jingting for Grandpa Jiang on important days.

After all, the Jiang family has been kind to her for rebuilding.

Jiang Jingting skillfully brought the dishes to the table. There were not many dishes, but they were all Ye Zhen's favorite.

"Well, I'll go back tomorrow, I've already told my parents."

The boy's short black hair is clean and neat, his facial features are handsome, his jawline is clear and sharp, and he looks full of youth.

Ye Zhen sat down and looked at Jiang Jingting who was sitting opposite her, with a trace of surprise in her eyes.

The Jiang family attaches great importance to the cohesion of the family. Every major festival, everyone in the family will gather together, and Jiang Jingting, who was trained as the heir, cannot be absent.

Besides, today is not only Christmas Eve, but also his 21st birthday. Will the Jiang family allow him to spend such an important day with an outsider like himself?
Jiang Jingting saw the confusion in Ye Zhen's eyes, took a piece of fish for her, and explained seriously: "Eat it quickly, I will take you to Regent Street to watch the lighting ceremony later."

"I reported it to my grandfather, and he gave me special permission not to go back to Jiang's house today."

The young man's voice was clear and transparent, and it was unbelievably pleasant to hear. Ye Zhen calmed down and no longer felt uneasy.

After dinner, Ye Zhen consciously wanted to wash the dishes, but was stopped by Jiang Jingting.

"Let's go first, someone will come to clean up later."

Ye Zhen raised her eyebrows, always feeling that he was a bit unusual tonight.

Walking through the crowded Regent Street, there are fire trees and silver lights everywhere, all the lights in the city and streets are lit, the Christmas market is full of snacks, and there are all kinds of entertainment and activities. Appeared on the stage to perform, and the whole London was very lively.

Jiang Jingting and Ye Zhen walked side by side on the street, wearing the same brown down jacket, exaggerated by the lively atmosphere, both of them had smiles on their faces.

Many foreigners turned their heads frequently when they saw these two beautiful and young oriental faces.

"Jing Ting, guess what gift I prepared for you today?"

Ye Zhen looked at the Christmas tree beside her as if nothing had happened, but her hands in her pockets tightened slightly.

Jiang Jingting frowned, just passing by a stall selling fruit wine, he paid for two glasses.

He handed one of the cups to Ye Zhen, with a slightly reproachful tone: "Didn't you say that you are not allowed to buy me a gift?"

Ye Zhen took a sip of the refreshing fruit wine, and her agitated mood eased a lot. She winked at the boy beside her, "But I still have a lot of scholarships."

Jiang Jingting didn't let her buy gifts for him, this was a rule established by the two shortly after they met.

Although Ye Zhen's tuition and living expenses are provided unconditionally by the Jiang family, Jiang Jingting is very clear that Ye Zhen has always harbored a grudge in her heart.

Everything she has now stems from the fact that she rescued Jiang Jingting by chance, but this does not mean that she can integrate into the Jiang family and become a member of the Jiang family.

So she has an account book in her heart, which clearly records every sum of money the Jiang family spent for her. Even though Jiang Jingting is very reluctant to admit this, Ye Zhen really treats herself as an outsider.

The best proof is that she has never touched the card on which pocket money is charged regularly every month.

So even if Ye Zhen offered to buy him a gift, he always refused, because in this way, Ye Zhen would not have to treat the gift as a favor owed to the Jiang family.

Jiang Jingting changed the subject, shook the fruit wine in his hand, and said casually: "Actually, I do have a gift I want, but I don't know if you can give it to me."

Ye Zhen's heart tightened, and the hand holding the box in her pocket slowly tightened.

She calculated the balance of the scholarship she got at UCL this year in her heart, swallowed a sip of fruit wine, and asked him tentatively: "What do you want?"

Given his background, the things he likes are naturally expensive. Although the amount of her scholarship is not small, I'm afraid...

Jiang Jingtian pursed his lips, somewhat mysteriously: "I'll tell you later."

"It will be past zero later..."

Ye Zhen muttered something and drank the fruit wine in one gulp.

The urban area was too crowded and noisy, and the two came to the Thames without knowing it.

There was a noisy wind blowing from the river, but there was not much chill. It was rare that there was no snow on Christmas Eve.

Ye Zhen was thinking about the gift that Jiang Jingting said, but he didn't say it for a long time.

This was the first time he had asked what gift he wanted since they met.

She couldn't help but secretly glanced at the boy beside her, but met his eyes straight.

In the dark night, his pupils were clear and pure, and he was looking at her without blinking.

Ye Zhen's heart skipped a beat for an instant, she looked at the river in a daze, and said absent-mindedly, "This is the first time I've come to the Thames."

In the dark night, Jiang Jingting could not see her pink cheeks.

"If you like, we can come often in the future."

"Us?" Ye Zhen paused.

The word hit her heart like a violent drumbeat, causing her heart to beat violently.

Jiang Jingting nodded and repeated: "Well, we."

Ye Zhen pursed her lips, did not speak, and walked side by side with him silently.

But these two words were like a spell, echoing in her mind, so much so that she forgot that there was only one minute left before zero.

Suddenly there was the sound of the crowd restlessness on the street in the distance, and the bell of the Shard in London rang.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

It's people cheering and counting down.

Ye Zhen woke up like a dream, with "Happy Birthday" brewing in her mouth, nervously waiting for the arrival of zero.

"five four three two one……"

"Jing Ting, happy birthday—"

Before Ye Zhen could finish her sentence, the man beside her suddenly embraced her, and there was a pleasant smell of cedar from the tip of her nose.

Through the down jacket, this embrace is full and real.

He hugged her tenderly and whispered in her ear: "Ye Zhen, I like you."

At the same time, countless brilliant fireworks exploded in the silent night, and with a "bang", the sky was full of gorgeous flames.

Ye Zhen was stunned, her eyes were ignited by colorful sparks, but her ears were filled with the deafening heartbeat.

Her throat was dry, she opened her mouth, and it took her a long time to hold back a sentence: "Your birthday present..."

Jiang Jingting chuckled lightly, and her deep and magnetic juvenile voice made her ears tingle.

"Being my girlfriend is my best birthday present."

At that moment, Ye Zhen's calm and prudent heart was in a mess.