Fake is true

Yan Fangsheng got home at eleven o'clock. Zheng Chang had a stomachache in the afternoon, and it didn't get better in the evening. In addition, the plane was delayed and he didn't sleep well. When the car drove to Yan Fangsheng's house, he was still leaning wearily.

The driver had something to do, and it was Zhang Cheng who came to pick them up. As soon as the car arrived, he went down to help Yan Fangsheng carry the suitcase. Zheng Chang raised his eyes and covered his stomach, "I won't go down."

"Ah."

Yan Fang closed the car door, and Zhang Chenggang put the suitcase on the ground.

"Thank you."

"Mr. Yan, you're welcome." Half of Zhang Cheng's face was hidden in the darkness.

"If you really want to do it," Yan Fangsheng pulled up the trolley of the suitcase, "go find Li Dong."

Zhang Cheng suddenly raised his eyes, "Do...what?"

"Your project." Yan Fang said: "Li Dong had a topic shelved before, and it overlaps with the thing in your hand."

Li Dong was Yan Fangsheng's subordinate, and Zhang Cheng had never gotten along with him, but he had heard of this guy.

Zhang Cheng was overjoyed, "Okay, I will talk to him."

"Ah."

"Thank you, Teacher Yan." Zhang Cheng lowered his head.

"Thank you, Mr. Zheng."

Zhang Cheng was stunned.

The lights on the first floor were on, and Yan Fangsheng guessed that Mu Zhou was still awake.

He went in with his luggage, and the inner door "clicked", and Mu Zhou opened the door from the inside. The sensor light at the door turned on at the right time, and a soft halo hit Yan Fangsheng's shoulder. Mu Zhou leaned against the door and blinked.

Yan Fangsheng also looked at him.

Seeing him shaking his head, Yan Fangsheng lowered his head and said calmly: "Can't you recognize him?"

"I can recognize it." Mu Zhou hurriedly moved away to let Yan Fangsheng in.

The furnishings in the house were the same as when Yan Fangsheng left. The luggage was placed at the entrance, and Yan Fangsheng helped the shoe cabinet to take off his leather shoes.

"Brother, let me help you take it in." Mu Zhou stood not far away, helping him pull the handle of the suitcase.

Yan Fangsheng didn't say yes or no, his eyes fell on the dining table behind Mu Zhou, and he asked, "What's on the table?"

"My aunt's supper made in advance."

Yan Fang heard the words and looked at Mu Zhou, "I didn't ask her to arrange it."

"I said it." Mu Zhou was afraid that he would misunderstand himself, "I made the dishes mentioned a few days ago."

Yan Fangsheng was reminded by him, and only then remembered the content of the chat a few days ago.

"Busy dizzy, forgetful."

Regardless of the luggage, Yan Fangsheng walked to the table. The dishes were hot, probably not long after they were put on the table.

Yan Fangsheng glanced at it and came to a conclusion, "The weight is too much."

Two big dishes and a bowl of dumplings seem to be more than enough for one person.

Yan Fangsheng did not have the habit of eating too late, which would make the insomnia worse.

But the dishes are all on the table, so there is no reason not to eat them.

He pulled out the chair and sat down, pointed to the seat opposite, "Eat together?"

Mu Zhou originally didn't plan to eat with Yan Fangsheng, but he was really hungry by eleven o'clock, and the big table really couldn't finish eating, so Mu Zhou nodded and went to the kitchen to get an extra set of bowls and chopsticks.

The ten dumplings were all in Yan Fangsheng's bowl. When he stirred the spoon, Yan Fangsheng raised the bowl, "Divide a little."

"No, no, no," Mu Zhou repeatedly refused, "I'll just eat something else."

"Too many." Yan Fangsheng took off his suit jacket and put it on the other side of the long table.

"Not too many." Mu Zhou declined again.

After repeated refusals, Yan Fangsheng stopped mentioning it.Mu Zhou eats vegetables with rice, and it's uncomfortable to eat dry. After he pretended to take two bites, he sneaked a look at Yan Fangsheng, paying attention to whether the other party had eaten something with added ingredients.

With bright eyes, Yan Fangsheng raised his eyes and looked at him, "What are you looking for in my bowl?"

Mu Zhou was speechless, "I didn't find anything."

He lowered his head and didn't dare to look any more. Yan Fangsheng picked up a dumpling and put it into his mouth. He pushed the bowl away and was about to say no to eating when the root of his tooth was bitten by a hard object.

Pulling out a tissue and lowering his head, Yan Fangsheng spat out the foreign object in his mouth, but didn't see what it was. Yan Fangsheng went to see Mu Zhou, and found that his face was full of joy.

"It's the word "Fu". Wash it and wrap it in."

Faced with such a smiling face, Yan Fangsheng's displeasure caused by the foreign object was forced back.

"Don't you usually include money?"

"Bao Fu has a good meaning."

Although he refuses to waste it on weekdays, it is a special situation at night after all. Yan Fangsheng stopped eating after eating a little, and washed the blessing silver coins to see the patterns on the front and back.

"What's in the back? A tiger?"

"Well, these are the twelve zodiac commemorative coins presented by the bank. There is a whole set."

"Why did you pick the tiger?"

"I am a tiger," Mu Zhou said, "The blessing I gave you is the blessing of the tiger."

Yan Fangsheng was quite unexpected, "Okay, it's a real tiger charm."

"Do you want to return this tiger talisman?" Yan Fangsheng bit it, it was really hard, he bit it unpreparedly, a few minutes later there was a dull pain in the root of his tooth.

"No need to pay it back." After finishing speaking, Mu Zhou said again: "You can't pay me back."

"How can I return my fortune?"

"Your set is not missing one."

"Not perfect." He said reluctantly.

In fact, Mu Zhou has also thought about this issue. The first edition of the twelve zodiac signs was obtained by his father when he went to the bank to handle business. Mu Zhou liked it and gave it to him. Mu Zhou is a bit obsessive-compulsive. Yes, but the object of the gift was Yan Fangsheng, Mu Zhou felt that he could bear this kind of imperfection.

Under the light, even the slightest expression on Mu Zhou's face could not escape Yan Fangsheng's sight.

He stood up, took the silver coins away, and said, "Wait for me for a while."

"Hmm." Mu Zhou didn't know what Yan Fangsheng told him to wait for, seeing the person walking up the stairs, he propped his chin and picked up two more bites of food before putting down his chopsticks.

After waiting for a while, Mu Zhou heard the sound of going downstairs, Yan Fangsheng took a black velvet box and walked in front of Mu Zhou.

Looking at the familiar style of the box, Yan Fangsheng opened the box before Mu Zhou could speak.

3*4 typesetting, neatly placed twelve coins inside, but the difference from Mu Zhou is that the box contains gold coins.

Yan Fangsheng searched the box for a while to find the tiger zodiac sign, stuffed the silver coin into the opening, and handed the tiger zodiac sign to Mu Zhou.

"Just right."

How could there be such a coincidence, Mu Zhou was so surprised that he didn't know how to react for a while.

"Blessings and blessings."

Yan Fangsheng not only filled the vacancy for Mu Zhou, but also gave him a better one.