I have time

Wei Qiancheng pushed away the wheelchair that was blocking the way, and sat down on the sofa next to Yan Yu, "Are you feeling better? I haven't taken time to see you these two days, but it's because you played so well in the front line and everyone is busy." Consolidate the fruits of victory."

He leaned forward slightly, assuming a posture of listening, which is a bit rare for Mr. Wei, who is heavily burdened by idols.

"Really? I thought I was fired by you, or Yan Sinian asked IT to block my email."

Yan Yu put down the grapefruit that had been scratched to pieces, and took out a tissue to wipe his hands, "Are you really helping me by letting someone else handle my affairs before? Maybe I will overthrow the important thing after I go back. Do it, waste everyone's time."

"You went to the hospital because of the company, I don't want to lose you." Wei Qiancheng picked up the grapefruit that Yan Yu left behind, broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth to chew, frowning bitterly, "You can eat this too? Aren't you afraid of the bitter taste..."

"Has there been any new progress in the exoskeleton project in the past two days? The research institute has always had a gentle attitude towards technology licensing. In the end, we businessmen make up our minds. But I don't want to let the people in their team suffer, after all, there will be a long-term follow-up." Cooperation, if you don't keep an eye on it, there will be short-sighted people killing chickens and taking eggs, and fishing in the marsh."

Yan Yu casually flipped through WeChat, "Is Yan Sinian scared by your black face? He didn't even send me a condolence message. He used to be unable to stop talking."

"I'm not here to talk to you about work. You can take care of your health. Change your clothes and take you out to eat. If no one is staring at you, you can save a meal."

"I'm almost ready, I can go to the company tomorrow..."

A new message flashed into the WeChat interface on the screen, causing Yan Yu's response to be a little absent-minded, and he didn't answer the question.

Yi Chengfeng posted a selfie of eating a super-big biscuit in the service area. The biscuit was bigger than his face, and he looked hideous when he gnawed it.

Yan Yu, who was looking at his phone, suddenly smiled, as if someone had sprinkled a layer of honey on his heart.

Wei Qiancheng, who was a few steps away, was taken aback, "What do you want to eat?"

"Let's make pancakes..." Yan Yu replied with his mobile phone in his arms, it looked delicious, bring me a piece to try.

Yi Chengfeng: Forget it, it's too bad, I'm going to knock out all my teeth!

Another layer of honey smile, as if there is a cream sandwich in the middle.

Then you can cook a pot of soup and make stewed pancakes. Yan Yu remembered that Yi Chengfeng made it for him when he was injured before. He used the leftover pancakes from the day before, and it tasted really good.

"I have a lot of takeaway orders here, and it's so cold outside, I don't want to go out."

Wei Qiancheng frowned, stared at him probingly for a while, "Otherwise let Chen Xing buy some, are you sure you want sesame seed cakes?"

"what?"

"You said it yourself."

***

The red-faced big vase is placed in the living room, which is very heart-wrenching. It does not conceal Chen Xing's hot and dog-eyed proposition aesthetics. The Fendra that has been in the vase for less than an hour was transferred to Auntie Hour by Yan Yu .

"Happy New Year."

No matter what words are spoken, even if it is "Have you eaten?", when spoken from such a young man with even more bouquets, there is a heart-pounding lethality.

For the first time in her life, Auntie Zhongdian received 99 roses. She was more excited than giving her a salary increase. She happily went home with flowers to celebrate the New Year.

Yi Chengfeng simmered in the kitchen without any smoke and fire to cook the pancakes, cut the side dishes and stirred the eggs, and waited for the soup made of beef brisket to boil. Cut the big biscuits into wide strips and set aside.

Boss Yan usually doesn't cook, but he is well-prepared for things, such as the Sailor Moon apron on his body, I don't know who it is for.

Anyway, no matter who wears it, Shui Bingyue's wasp waist and long legs, uniform short skirt and two yellow curly braids can be owned immediately!

Is your aunt harboring evil intentions? Does Shui Bingyue, a middle-aged and elderly person, really not know how to vomit?

While waiting for the pot to boil, Yi Chengfeng glanced into the living room with his head, covering his short skirt, no, he didn't dare to go out while covering his apron.

Yan Yu was holding a stack of documents while talking on the phone while looking at them. He raised his head and looked up as if in response, and couldn't hold back a chuckle.

You Lin on the other side of the phone complained in a crying voice, "Boss, you are still laughing! I am risking my life to forward the email to you. Mr. Wei knows that I will not survive this year, woo woo, there will be less than one year left. It's been six hours..."

"I suggest that you still work hard. After all, I gave you a bonus factor of 1.18 for the year-end bonus, and this year I gave my salary increase package to everyone in the department. Don't you look forward to it?"

"I think I can still save it!" You Lin quickly drank the bowl of chicken blood, and suddenly felt that his waist was no longer sore and his legs were no longer painful. Seeing that Mr. Wei was no longer Parkinson's, "You will be my father from now on, so don't feel bad about it." I am older, and I am more obedient than anyone else!"

Yan Yu saw Yi Chengfeng put a large soup pot of stewed cakes on the dining table, and said to You Lin in a low voice, "Good boy, have you remembered everything I told you just now? What if someone urges you to go to Mr. Wei to sign it?" explain?"

"Boss Yan is not at home, and no one will sign!" You Lin replied in the obedient voice of a little rabbit.

"Very good, great! Happy New Year!"

Yan Yu hung up the phone, turned to the dining table, stared at the apron that Yi Chengfeng was wearing backwards, and seemed a little regretful, "Just now, it looks pretty."

"It looks good on you!" Yi Chengfeng took off the apron unexpectedly and put it on Yan Yu's body, which happened to be Shui Bingyue's side.

Yan Yu smiled at him, and the latter immediately clamped his legs and fled back to the kitchen, "I, I, I, peel some sugar and garlic..." Oh my god, his face is so versatile, it doesn't go against harmony!

"Where do you live tonight?" Yan Yu has already added the third bowl, although it is only half full each time, it is far more than his normal dinner appetite.

Yi Chengfeng got hot and took off only his shirt, "I have given you all the keys to the store. There is a single bed in the room. There is no problem sleeping. I just checked the equipment carefully when I have nothing to do. Repairing a broken car. By the way, you have to apply for a pass in Liancheng for foreign license plates. Do you have a way to get a license plate for Liancheng? Come here first."

"Should be, wait for my news." Yan Yu rubbed his stomach, forcefully pouring in the last bit of soup.

"What's wrong? Is it because the cake is too hard to eat?"

"Huh? No... I seem to be full..."

"What's the point? If you don't watch the New Year's Eve song, you'll digest it later when I take you out for a walk."

"Then take me to your store to have a look."

That film has no scenery at night, it is messy like the shooting scene of zombies crossing the border, but since Yan Yu is interested, Yi Chengfeng thinks it’s okay to take him to have a look, after all, it may be the father of the future sponsor, inspect It should be right away.

"Don't you have any thicker clothes?" Yi Chengfeng pulled a row of cashmere coats to the side in disgust, "Where are the down jackets? Hey, this one is fine. Why does it look familiar?"

Yan Yu loosened his half-worn outer pants, and rushed over to grab the clothes in his hand, "...you can put it back before you have time to throw it away!"

"Be bigger, wear warmer, hehe——"

Of course Yi Chengfeng recognized that it was the one he was spit out a few days ago and said it was sent for dry cleaning, "There is no one to throw away after washing, I will put it on for you first. There is no heating over there, so I will add another one inside." Hoodie."

Seeing that Yan Yu was still struggling to lift his pants, he turned around and pulled him up from the wheelchair, "Help him up."

Yan Yu grabbed his shoulders, he lifted his trousers with both hands to help him pull them up, and then carefully fastened the belt.

The down jacket that was two sizes too big turned Mr. Yan into a football, and Yi Chengfeng hugged it and stuffed it into the back seat.

In the bustling urban area, the night was like day, and the Land Rover drove all the way towards Guantun Auto Parts City.The storefront of Xinpan is located outside the auto parts city. It is a one-storey shop with four adjacent doors. One is the reception area and the other is the workshop.

Yan Yu looked up at the signboard that hadn't been replaced yet, "Wind Wing Professional Auto Repair Company", "This store was originally called Wind Wing?"

"Yeah," Yi Chengfeng opened the shutter door and turned on the light in the reception room, "it sounds nice."

"Then what do you want to change your name to?"

Yi Chengfeng turned on his phone, and brought up an interface for online pre-examination of the company name, Yifeng Automobile Maintenance Service Co., Ltd.

Wing wind?

"Why didn't you change your surname to Yi?"

"Looking familiar like this, it can keep old customers." Yi Chengfeng squatted in the corner and fiddled with the electric heater. After connecting it, he pushed Yan Yu aside, "Actually, there is nothing to see. If you feel bored I'll take you back."

"Is there any poker here? Let's have a game."

Who is full and playing poker to digest food? Yi Chengfeng rummaged through the drawer. There is no shortage of cigarettes and poker in places like car repair shops. Those masters like to smoke a cigarette when they are resting. two.

"Do you mind the old one? Or I'll buy two."

"Don't run away, that's it, let's start." Yan Yu rolled up the sleeves that were long enough to cover most of the backs of his hands, revealing two white forearms, and shuffled the playing cards three times with his nimble ten fingers.

"It's still the old rule. The loser has to promise the other party one thing unconditionally."

The defeated general five years ago threw off his coat and was full of fighting spirit. He put on a shameful posture, "Are you afraid of you?" He decisively cut out a stack of cards.

Yan Yu picked up the first card and turned over the cards to show off to him, Your Majesty~

Facts have proved that industry is good at diligence and playfulness, and Mr. Yan, who studies high technology every day, no matter how powerful he is, he will eventually lose to Yi Dafeng, who fights with the masters in the shop every day with a cigarette in his mouth, and finally loses.

"Tired?"

Yan Yu shook his head, "You can make a condition. If you lose this year, it will be valid this year. After twelve o'clock, I will not accept it."

When he said this, he had some kind of vague expectation.Sometimes being passive is a good choice. If you don't have the qualifications, you don't need to be disappointed.

"I really need your help with something. Write me a signboard, so many words are not pleasing to the eye."

"this one?"

"Well, there is no finishing fee, at most I can treat you to a meal."

"Gonnaton risotto?"

Pfft, Yi Chengfeng sneered with a cigarette in his mouth, and Yan Yu couldn't help laughing too. In fact, it's hard to tell why it's funny, but the atmosphere is pretty good now. It's flat, without misunderstanding or resentment. untie.

Yi Chengfeng, you won't find me annoying any more, and drive me away, will you?

The hands of the clock on the wall slip past twelve silently, and it's the new year again.

"Brother Feng, Happy New Year."

"Xiao Yan, happy new year."

"It's late, let's go, I'll take you home."

It's not too late, is it?Drive me away again!

The author has something to say:

Yi Dafeng: Why does your house have this apron?

Yan Xiaoyu: It was given by Dong Qian. I didn't want to pollute the environment, so I didn't throw it in the trash.

Yi Dafeng: Then wear it for me?

Yan Xiaoyu: (tail finger hooked on the small rope of the apron, with appreciative eyes) You can turn waste into precious duck~