In early February, the lawyer sent news that he had contacted Feng Xiong.

"The other party does not intend to hire a lawyer. It should have given up. Our winning percentage is very high. You don't need to worry about it."

At that time, Yu Yan had just started a game. He operated the character at his hand: "Okay, you're working hard."

"It's not hard to get money to work." The lawyer paused. "But the other person came to me many times and said he wanted to meet with you. I heard that he ate several prosecutions at the same time.

Yu Yan looked up at Yi Chen, the other side was staring at the inventory, as if thinking about which gun to pick.

Realizing his gaze, Yi Chen raised his eyes: "What's wrong."

Yu Yan shook his head and said to the human on the phone: "I will go back when I need to sign."

It means there is no talk, the lawyer nodded: "I understand."

After the broadcast, the two packed up and went out.

Since Yi Chen's annual holiday, they have gone out almost every day, either to the gym or to eating and eating. After a period of time, Yu Yan's weight has not changed at all, but he can obviously feel that his body's immunity has improved a lot.

Specifically, no matter where you take off your clothes, you won't catch a cold ...

"Will you go to the gym?" Yu Yan buckled his seat belt and asked.

"Don't go today," Yi Chen said.

During the rush hour, there was a traffic jam on the road, which was annoying. Both of them couldn't help opening the windows.

When a red light stopped, Yu Yan heard a whistle from the left.

He glanced sideways, a white car parked next to them, the co-pilot window was open, and the woman inside was blinking at Yi Chen.

Yi Chen glanced out of the window and quickly closed his eyes.

The woman was a veteran of love at first sight, and she did not show any shame or timidity when she shot. When she looked back, she had already raised her mobile phone, and a few large characters were sliding on the screen: little brother and a WeChat.

Before Yu Yan could clearly see the words on the screen, his hand was pulled up.

Yi Chen held his hand, raised it, and shook it outward. Yu Yan still wore a wristwatch that he coaxed into his wrist. Whatever it looked like, it was the hands of two men.

Then in the woman's surprised expression, she closed the window and stepped on the accelerator to leave.

Although Yu Yan knew that Yi Chen would not give WeChat, but when he saw someone talking to his boyfriend, he was still a little uncomfortable.

He said: "We are so brazen ... will it be recognized?"

Yi Chen said: "Why, I'm afraid that fans will know how to take off the powder? There are still idol baggage."

"I'm not an idol. Where's the idol burden?" Yu Yan laughed, holding his strength even more tightly, "... I'm afraid of affecting your company."

"I run a formal company, not a service industry club." Yi Chen said, "Who I am with, whether it is a man or a woman, is my personal business and has nothing to do with the company."

Yu Yan opened his mouth and just wanted to say something. The surrounding area suddenly darkened. Then he discovered that the car was driving into the underground parking garage.

He looked around and said, "How come to the supermarket, what do you want to buy?"

"Um." Yi Chen said as usual, "the condom at home is running out."

"?!" Yu Yan's ears instantly turned red. "Is that one that you can buy without a supermarket?"

Yi Chen stopped the car with a smile, raised his hand and squeezed the tip of his ear: "Funny ... come to buy New Year's goods."

The New Year market is approaching. The New Year's market on the street was banned a few years ago. The flow of people in the supermarket is called the Spring Festival. The crowd is crowded. Pushing a shopping cart is even more blocked than driving on the road. Can't move a long time.

They were crowded in a crowd, you see me, I see you, did not move for a long time.

Yu Yan asked: "What new year products do we want to buy?"

Yi Chen said: "I don't know."

So they lingered in each of the business districts with "New Year's Essentials" hanging on them, and bought some of them. At the end, it was discovered that the mall had temporarily installed shelves in the aisles, with couplets and red envelopes on it.

Looking at Yan Yan with a serious look at the red envelope, Yi Chen said, "You are still young and don't need to issue a red envelope."

"I ..." Yu Yan gave a meal. "I have a little cousin at home, and I have to prepare it for her. There are many neighbors in my neighborhood who have to give it."

Yi Chen raised an eyebrow and said nothing. He turned his back, carefully picked on the red envelope shelf, and finally picked a simple and elegant style and threw it into the shopping cart.

Back at home, Yu Yan posted the couplet with Zhang Luo.

When he was young, he watched his parents post it. It was the first time that he did it himself. Yi Chen's house is a two-storeyed small villa with too many stickers on the inside. The two of them discussed each other and decided to stick the door.

Yu Yan was clinging, and suddenly heard a crisp click.

He turned around and saw Yi Chen holding his mobile phone: "... what's on the camera?"

"It's nothing." Yi Chen took the cell phone back and calmly said, "As a memorial, we should take a picture."

——

In the thirtieth year of the new year, the two moved their meals to the TV table. Yu Yan crossed her legs and hugged the ipad.

Yi Chen came out of the bath, wiped his hair, and sat next to him: "Have been holding the phone from now on, what are you looking at?"

Yes, Yu Yandaian was still holding his post in his thirties. He just broadcasted it two hours ago and was praised by fans as a model pig.

Yu Yan didn't turn his head. He stared at the screen of the mobile phone with a smile on his mouth: "He is watching the fans' messages."

Since Feng Xiong's troubles are over, there have been a lot of mom fans on his Weibo. There are even those who don't play games. Every day, he sends some worry words under his Weibo.

Although it was just a comment on Weibo, he still felt warm after reading it, and the number of Weibo views gradually increased.

[In the new year, I won't shake my mind. Seriously, I wish my baby son a healthy and happy, happy to make a lot of money in the year of the pig, and by the way, I wish you and your girlfriend 99 (reluctantly). 】

[Did Yanyan go home? There are many bad guys for the Chinese New Year and the Chinese New Year. It ’s too dangerous for a boy to be outside. Be sure to pay attention to safety! 】

[Yanxyan, you wake up! You are only twenty years old! Don't hang yourself on a tree! !! Where there is no grass in the world, maybe the next one is better! !! !! Look at me! !! [image]】

Fans usually like to reply to him with funny emoticons, so whenever he sees a picture comment, he will open subconsciously.

A photo popped up, the girl had black hair scattered, her facial features were lovely, and she pouted to the camera.

Yu Yan faltered. He wanted to close it subconsciously, but before he could click the screen, his neck was caught, and the whole person was dragged over.

"You're good, talk small." Yi Chen smiled not very kindly, "Dare to open the picture ... You talk about, which tree do you want to go to."

"No, I thought it was an emoji," Yu Yan said, "I just want to hang you ..."

Regardless of whether he was wronged or not, Yi Chen couldn't care about eating the hot pot that he had tossed for most of his life on the table, and put people on the sofa for a while and kissed him well. The sofa was long, but not big. His whole body was pressed on Yu Yan. The two of them were so tortured that they reacted almost immediately.

The drops of water at the end of Yi Chen's hair were not wiped clean, and several drops fell on Yu Yan, stirring him with excitement: "Don't, it's another New Year."

"Is it enough to cross the New Year?" Yi Chen wiped the water stains on his neck with the back of his hand and asked with a dumb voice.

Yu Yandao said, "... we have to send blessing text messages to our elders and friends."

This is his habit. Although he was not a year old, he also wanted to have a taste of the year. In the new years and 30 nights of previous years, he was alone in front of the TV, edited the text messages and sent them one by one. of.

On TV, the Spring Festival Gala show has begun, and Yi Chen's mobile phone has begun to buzz. He only has a mobile phone number. Every spring festival, he will be annoyed by group messages and occasionally shut down. But after hearing Yu Yan say this, he didn't feel bored. He even picked up his mobile phone and looked at him after sitting up.

Mo Nancheng: "The year of the pig is here, Chengcheng wishes you all the best and everything is fine."

Yi Chen: "Thank you."

Mo Nancheng: "?"

Mo Nancheng: "Dog thief, even dare to steal my brother ’s cell phone? Do you know who the cell phone owner is? I do n’t want to celebrate Chinese New Year next year, right?"

Yi Chen held his cell phone, thinking that the New Year would be better if he didn't scold others.

This hot pot eats very slowly. On TV, I am preparing to sing unforgettable tonight, and there are many ingredients left on the table.

Both of them could not eat any more, Yu Yan pillowed on Yi Chen's arm and said, "The host of the Spring Festival Gala this year changed several times. The hostess who looked very happy before was gone."

"You watch it every year?" Yi Chen asked.

"Well, otherwise nothing else will pass the time." Yu Yan said, "Aren't you watching?"

"The TV is on. Don't watch it. Listen."

At this moment, there was a sound of fireworks from outside.

Both were stunned, Yu Yan suddenly looked up out the window, just catching the last bright color of the fireworks.

He froze: "... Aren't you having an injunction?"

"Yes." Yi Chen laughed. "But most people are not afraid of fines ... If you want to see them, I will buy them for you tomorrow."

"do not."

Yu Yangang was finished, and a firework rose outside, adding countless bright colors to the dark night sky, and staining the eyes of everyone.

"We have to abide by the rules and regulations ... It's good to watch other people's fireworks."

For the first time, Yi Chen was fooling around with other people's things.

The countdown started on TV. As soon as he was about to hold the person, Yu Yanteng stood up, as if he remembered something, and ran back to the room without wearing slippers.

Within a few seconds, he ran out again.

The host smiled Yingying: "3, 2, 1——"

"Yi Chen! Happy New Year!"

Yu Yan ran to him and sat down, just ready to take things out of his pocket.

"Happy New Year." Yi Chen took a step ahead, took out a red envelope, and laughed. "What are you going to do? I don't wear slippers."

Yu Yan stared at the red envelope in his hand: "I'm twenty this year. I won't accept red envelopes."

"You are eighty this year, I will give them all."

Yi Chen's red envelope is large and full of support. The name of Yu Yan is also written on the back of the red envelope. The handwriting is strong and very beautiful.

Money is not important. Yu Yan wants to keep this red envelope for a lifetime.

"All right." He took it, and took out the red envelope he had prepared from his pocket. "... Let's exchange it."

Yi Chen raised an eyebrow and was about to refuse, but found that the red envelope in his hand seemed not right.

Not thick, because the owner has hidden it for a long time, the red envelope has already faintly outlined some shapes, like something hard inside.

Yi Chen took it, opened it, and saw what was inside, and his heart suddenly jumped.

Inside were two hundred dollar bills, with a ring in between.

"I saw it when I went to pick a watch ... I thought it was good-looking, so I bought one." Seeing that he wasn't talking, Yu Yan gave a cough and said with embarrassment. Get up too good ... "

Yi Chen interrupted him: "Just bought this?"

Yu Yan immediately understood what he meant, and he took another ring out of his pocket: "It's the same style, I ... I bought it together. I still engraved the words on the inside and couldn't see them outside."

"It's really not expensive. If you don't like it, you can wear it without ..."

"I like."

The complex emotions surged up, Yi Chen repeated, "I like it very much."

Yu Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

The two did not have the romantic cells of others, and did not struggle to let each other help to wear the ring. Instead, they each lowered their heads to put on the ring, as if they did not want to wait for a moment.

"This ring ..." Yu Yan wore the ring and suddenly said, "I don't pick it up when I broadcast."

Yi Chen looked satisfied and heard him say this, raising his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"Just ... me," Yu Yan licked his lips, solemnly, "Yi Chen, I don't hide you."

Yi Chen froze, as if he heard another firework.

This time, the fireworks filled his heart, bright and enthusiastic.

——

The clock passed twelve o'clock and ushered in a new year. Between 23:59 and 00:02, the mood of the people across the country reached a high / tide. After these three minutes passed, they quickly returned to peace.

The taste of the year is getting lighter every year, but fortunately, the people who like it are still around. After sending blessings to relatives and friends, many people turned on social software and continued to surf the Internet.

On the first day of the new year, at 02:39 am, Yi Chen suddenly updated the circle of friends who had not moved for a hundred years.

No content, only photos. It was the back of a boy, he stomped, smoothing the wrinkles at the top of the couplet.

At the same time, night owls who follow the live broadcast have created a new Weibo.

[Yanxyan: Happy New Year. [image]】

The picture is like a Spring Festival Gala in a TV set. Yu Yan's hand is in front of the camera. Compared with a v, the ring on the **** is very eye-catching.

If you look closely, you can also see that on the left side of the photo, another male hand was faintly photographed, wearing a silver ring of the same style.

——End of text——

The author has something to say: The text is over here. Thank you for accompanying me through the long serial period. Thank you for not abandoning my shortness. Thank you for supporting genuine and mine irrigation.

Next is Lu Xiuhe's Fanwai, which will fall tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and will be updated on Weibo. Readers who don't like to read can choose to ignore it. We have a chance to make another appointment.

In the next book, "I'm Dead, I'm Finally Bankrupt", the style of writing is inaccurate, and I can't say whether it looks good or not.

His rival, Ji Ran, who has been working for more than 20 years, went bankrupt.

Fox friends and dog friends asked Ji Ran what he planned to do.

Ji Ran sneered--this **** question? !!

That is of course to torture him, humiliate him, trample on him :)

So Ji Ran waved his hand, threw the card to his opponent, and wrapped the person.

As a result, the next day, he sat on the bed with an agitated face, feeling the soreness in his body, remembering the pain he suffered last night, the ‘hit’ and the tears he shed ...

Your mother.

Thanks to your mom.

Gou Qin Man, I killed you.

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