This is the first New Year after Lin Yingkong and Feng Rong met and became their work partner more than five years ago.

At this time, the anti-alliance battle was settled, and Feng Rong was still sitting in the position of the executive officer, but Lin Yingkong had long been his assistant. The two had worked together for more than half a year. Lin Yingkong had already figured out Feng Rong's various routines and schedules. Everyone knew that the dark port was an orphan, but he seemed to be a lonely person, with no relatives and friends who needed to go through special things. He basically didn't ask for leave on any holidays. So when the headquarters was counting the off-rest plan, Lin Yingkong filled in his name into the "overtime" ranks, just below the name dark port.

Although Lin Yingkong did not fall in love with Feng Rong at first sight on the battlefield of the anti-alliance battle, he must have been impulsive to be someone else's assistant, and then he unknowingly brought his whole life in. In Lin Yingkong's view, stripping away the sacred halo that everyone put on, the dark leopard is quite contradictory.

Say he is cold, most of what he does is like punishing evil and promoting good, but he has touched many bloody things;

If you say he is arrogant, he never puts on airs, but most people can't help but shorten in front of him, and he often doesn't look at people directly;

He said he is good at managing and loving power. He is indeed more ambitious than others. In fact, he has never liked those versatile jobs and is not in a good mood every time he socializes;

Let me say he is heartless. Most of the time, this person's feelings are always illusory, but he will silently remember his assistant's birthday. After the task, he bought him a cake before twelve o'clock and said happy birthday...

This person is so mysterious that no one can touch his back, but it is so simple that life seems to be only work. Lin Yingkong put his name in his mouth and chewed it carefully. Suddenly, he felt that this person did not have any weakness and seemed to be full of flaws.

Therefore, the more you explore, the more you can't get out of it.

Feng Rong was at this time without any observation of his assistant's complex mood, and lived a life that was no different from usual, either taking tasks or busying with various affairs of the Law Enforcement Department.

When most of the ministry members were on holiday, Lin Yingkong brought the New Year's goods delivered by his parents from the underworld to his office to share, Feng Rong then knew it, "When will the New Year be celebrated?"

"It's New Year's Eve tomorrow. Don't you know the secret executive?" Lin Yingkong, who was dismantling the express delivery, looked at him with some amusement, and immediately guessed something, not surprising at all: "You can't have not bought New Year's goods yet, right?"

The two people at this time were far less intimate than later. Lin Yingkong didn't know what Feng Rong was busy with during those times other than business, but the other party would definitely not remember such a thing.

Feng Rong paused for a while, "I forgot."

In fact, he has never had a normal New Year, so how could he bother memorizing those traditional customs?

"Then you must have not bought couplets, either, I happened to have not bought them either," Lin Yingkong said enthusiastically, "We'll go to the night market after we don't get off work!"

"There is no need for this," Feng Rongdao, then found that his tone was a little stiff, and added: "We have to be on duty these days."

Lin Yingkong knew that he was frigid and had no malice, so he didn't pay attention. He thought, "You can free up time on duty, and some things are still necessary, once a year. When my family sent the New Year's goods, you don't have to buy them. The fireworks and firecrackers department will do it. We will buy couplets by ourselves... Oh, by the way, we also have to buy some vegetables and put them in the refrigerator. We can prepare the New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow and bring them to eat. Can you make dumplings by the secret executive? I will do this, please help me, it's more interesting to have everyone do it together..."

Feng Rong looked at him smiling and making plans, not knowing what he was thinking, and didn't say anything for a long time.

No one can compare to Assistant Lin, especially when he was so gentle that no one could bear to refuse, Feng Rong was still "hijacked" by him after get off work.

Before leaving, Feng Rong suddenly thought that although they were just trivial matters, how many times did he compromise with Lin Yingkong?

...Before this, except for his mother and Baili Mengyan, he had never tried to let anyone enter his private space. Lin Yingkong was the only one - but the first two were connected by blood and could not be separated, while the latter was an accident.

I don’t know if it’s fate or Lin Yingkong is lucky. This year happened to be the brotherhood of Feng Rong and Baili Mengyan was exposed. When the two sides broke off contact, Feng Rong was completely erratic like duckweed. Only by being busy can he feel a little real.

Feng Rong was aimless and hard-hearted in the chaos of rebuilding the order of the supernatural community, but he was still so idle that he was crazy. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he stared at the night, thinking that dawn would not come again...

At this time, Lin Yingkong rushed into Fengrong's world like a wisp of wind. He didn't even have to do too much. As long as he was smiling, Fengrong felt that in this dark world...

It turns out there is still light.

Of course, Feng Rong had not fallen in love with Lin Yingkong at this time, and he would not think about this. He only knew that his spirit and body were about to separate. He was talking about the future, and was full of pathological symptoms. He was too desperate and wanted to live. He felt that there was no hope for the future. These emotions have been entangled since he was born.

He knew this was not good, and he knew that he was seeking destruction, but no matter how good a psychologist was, he could not cure the stubborn disease. Feng Rong himself was unwilling to dig out the pus-flowing wound, so he was somewhat envious of a person like Lin Yingkong. Even though he was not perfect in fairy tales, he was walking freely in the sunshine than most people.

Some people are born warm.

On the eve of New Year's Eve, most people have already left their jobs and are preparing to celebrate the new year. The night market near the headquarters building is crowded with people.

Even though Lin Yingkong and Feng Rong were agile, they had to fight to the front of the stall where they bought couplets. The elderly man with a strong pen was writing and selling, and the steady and round big words made people nod and praise him. Lin Ying was very hollow and asked for a picture he liked. When he turned to ask Feng Rong what kind of couplet he wanted to hang, Feng Rong calmly said: "It's okay, I don't understand these."

Lin Yingkong was just beginning to fall in love and couldn't wait to understand every bit of his lover. He didn't get rid of his passion by hearing what he said, but instead had the intention of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

Lin Yingkong's expression and tone were thoughtful and never provoked a person. Feng Rong was stuck by him, and his arrogant face could not be put on. After a while of silence, he said helplessly: "I really can't understand."

This time, this sentence was really poured down like a basin of cold water. Lin Yingkong even doubted whether his strategy was too failed, which made the other party really not interested.

Feng Rong is not a blow to the other party. When he was studying, he was often called by his mother to do tasks to earn money to support his family. He was a professional skipping class and basically didn't have much time to spend on his studies. I guess many people wouldn't know that the heroes in the supernatural world are academic poor students.

But the blow was only a moment. Lin Yingkong became lively again and pulled his boss to the supermarket to fight for the ingredients for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Feng Rong saw that Lin Yingkong seemed to have really not taken his perfunctory attitude towards heart, but he was a little embarrassed, so he cooperated a lot next time.

After Lin Yingkong picked up the meat suitable for making dumpling fillings, he turned around and saw the cold man in white clothes and black pants picking up vegetables skillfully among a group of older sisters and aunts. Lin Yingkong looked at him and almost didn't think he had recognized the wrong person - he had followed Feng Rong for so long, and had never seen him get angry with fireworks.

Facts have proved that this sentence can shake half of the men in the supernatural world who have indeed worked hard on cooking...

This is what Lin Yingkong thought when he saw him washing vegetables skillfully and rolling out a plate of dumpling skins after returning to the headquarters community.

"It turns out that the secret executive can cook too..." Lin Yingkong sighed when making dumplings.

"Yes," Feng Rongdao, his palms closed and his fingers pinched beautiful wrinkles on the dumplings wrapped in meat, "but it's not as delicious as you did."

"But it seems that you are very good at it," Lin Yingkong stared at the straightforward movements in his hands, chatting with him, "I haven't learned it for a long time."

I just started learning by being his assistant.

"Many things are about talent. I have been doing them since I was a child. They are familiar with their skills, but they are just as skilled." Feng Rong did not hide it, but did not say in detail.

"I haven't seen you make it." Lin Yingkong said truthfully. He and Feng Rong were only two pairs of doors. If the other party opened fire, he would definitely hear the noise. But in fact, Feng Rong either went to the headquarters canteen to eat, or he asked Feng Rong to come after he had finished the meal.

Feng Rong didn't raise her head and said, "I'm not in the mood to do it."

As a bachelor, Lin Yingkong can understand and is also depressed. Doesn’t this from his boss mean that the other party has not regarded him as his own person? Otherwise, if he is alone when he comes to him...

Then, he soon thought of something again and smiled and said, "Am I the first person in the bureau to eat the dishes you cooked by yourself?"

Feng Rong thought about it, was slightly stunned, and then nodded: "Yes."

The nasal sound he responded was a little heavy, and somehow he suddenly felt down. Lin Yingkong was secretly excited, but as soon as he understood his mood, the joy disappeared a little, and his heart full of doubts surged up. He rarely saw Feng Rong like this, and asked at a loss: "What's wrong?"

I don’t know if it’s too strong, but Feng Rong’s dumplings were wrapped in his hand suddenly broke the skin. He used his palm to cover the dough to remedy it, but a lump still left on the smooth surface, which seemed a little abrupt in the rows of dumplings that were not flawed in one row.

Feng Rong stared at it for a while and said, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about someone."

I was thinking that without him, I would have forgotten how to live.

Lin Yingkong was stunned and almost blurted out and asked who you were thinking about.
Chapter completed!