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There were more than a dozen plates scattered on the crowded coffee table, and the small hot pot in the center was bubbling and bubbling, and the rising white smoke caught Han Yu's eyes a little.

"Brother Yan, did your fan find it?" Han Yu put the meat in and tuned the channel with the remote control, "If you can't find it, I'll go downstairs and buy a pack!"

"No need!" Zhou Yan came out of the kitchen holding a half pack of vermicelli, "I said there was a little left over from the previous few months."

He walked to the coffee table and pulled some vegetables away with his hands, and put the fans in, "What are you doing down here? It's cold."

Han Yu switched the TV to the documentary station, sat cross-legged on the floor, "Is the meat defrosted?"

"What's the purpose of thawing? Put it down later and it'll be ready." Zhou Yan frowned, took a colorful folding stool and handed it to Han Yu, saying, "Sit on the floor and it's cold."

Han Yu took it over and said with a smile, "How afraid are you that I'm cold?"

Zhou Yan put down the Flammulina velutipes, and rolled his eyes at him, "Don't think that you can resist the cold when you are young, and it will be over when you are older and the root of the disease falls."

"Besides," Zhou Yan changed his voice, "I have to take care of you when you are sick. It's so troublesome."

I don't deserve you, Han Xie lowered her head, but she still didn't say it.

On the TV, Mr. Zhao Zhongxiang's narration was strong and powerful. Zhou Yan got a little drunk after drinking a few glasses of white wine. Next to him, Han Xi was watching the TV with his head tilted, and Zhou Yan's eyes moved slightly.

Han Yu's side face is a bit more mature than the front face, probably because he is too thin, and the line of his jaw is as if carved by a knife, neat and crisp.

The light in the living room was a little bright, and half of Han Yu's face seemed to be glowing, and the mole on his chin became more and more obvious. When he watched the show, he focused his eyes on the show, which made him inexplicably feel that Han Xi was very sexy.

Zhou Yan's Adam's apple twitched.

"Han Yu, pass me the konjac over there." Zhou Yan's voice was obviously hoarse with a little drunkenness, and the hand that took the plate was even trembling.

"Brother?" Han Yu glanced at Zhou Yan's hand tightly grasping her wrist.

"Yeah." Zhou Yan's eyes blurred, he took the plate of konjac with his left hand, and put it firmly on the coffee table.

The other hand violently pulled Han Xi into his arms, and he staggered him.

"Boom!"

One of Han Yu's knees knelt on the ground, and before he could cry out the pain, Zhou Yan lifted his chin up violently, followed by a kiss full of the aroma of wine.

"The bite force of male leopards is beyond people's imagination, and they can be in the..."

The program on TV was still playing without me or others, Zhou Yan's lips were printed on Han Yu's lips, a little trembling, and a little cold.

Zhou Yan was sitting on the sofa, while Han Xi was half kneeling on the ground, looking up at the simple crystal lamp on the ceiling of the living room.

The man still had a little green beard on his chin, and it hurt a little when he touched it. Han Yu put his hand on Zhou Yan's shoulder.

Opposite was a warm body, mixed with passion and longing.

Not delicate touch, but enough to impress.

Surrounded by Zhou Yan's smell, Han Yu was a little dizzy, but she was willing to sink.

The hot pot is completely boiling, and the freshly placed vegetables are rolling in the hot oil.

The light was still too dazzling, so Han Xie closed her eyes.

The snow fell quietly.

The street outside was paved with a thin layer, and it was already a bit blurred when viewed from the windows, and a few street lamps were haloed out with large yellow halos.

Liu Xiaorong opened the package, and what was inside left her speechless.

——A large box of New Year's goods, including the ones you have seen and the ones you haven't seen, a whole box.

Liu Xiaorong's heart is astringent, Han Yu should be living well now, but how much she wants to see her son.

Before she could finish recalling, there was a hasty knock on the door outside.

"Open the door! Do you have ears?" Han Wei staggered and hiccupped outside the door, and the posture of knocking on the door seemed to be getting more and more vigorous.

Liu Xiaorong rubbed her face, and hurriedly hid the delivery box in the corner of the coffee table.

The door opened a little, and Liu Xiaorong looked at the drunken man in front of him warily, "Why are you here again? I told you that I don't want to see you again."

"What? I can't go back to my own home yet?" Han Wei stuffed one foot into the crack, and opened the door with brute force.

"You fart!" Liu Xiaorong stood in front of him, picking up the phone as if to call the police, "We are already divorced, you are breaking into a private house!"

Han Wei's eyebrows twitched, he walked over and snatched Liu Xiaorong's cell phone, and then closed the door with a bang.

"I didn't agree." Han Wei smashed his phone on the ground and said viciously, "Who the hell said you're getting divorced?"

"Fuck|you|damn, you have learned legal knowledge very well in the past few years, and you are jumping out of any new words!"

Han Dawei sat down on the rattan chair decisively, "It's still comfortable at home."

Liu Xiaorong hastily stood in front of the tea table, and pushed the express box a little further in with her heels, but unexpectedly there was a harsh rubbing sound.

"What's that?" Han Wei's sharp eyes shot over, and Liu Xiaorong looked at the ceiling to hide her panic.

"I'm talking to you, what is that?" Han Wei straightened his upper body, trying to reach out for something under the coffee table.

"It's nothing, it's really nothing." Liu Xiaorong panicked completely, and hurriedly bent down to stop him.

Han Wei pushed Liu Xiaorong's hand away, and pulled out the express box vigorously, scattered the scattered New Year's goods all over the floor.

Liu Xiaorong's face turned pale all of a sudden, and she stood by to watch Han Wei open the things one by one, and finally tore off the delivery note attached to it.

"Han Yu?" Han Wei smiled slightly, "It's interesting."

Zhou Yan finally let go of him, and Han Yu knelt on the ground panting lightly.

"That..." Zhou Yan panicked, he subconsciously pulled Han Yu over, and now he didn't know how to end it.

"I, what..."

"Turn down the fire, the soup is about to splash out." Han Xie got up from the ground and sat back on the small bench, her hand holding the bowl was still shaking.

Zhou Yan suddenly felt that he was a beast in heat, why would he come up to him on any occasion, it was too shameless, and it scared the children a lot.

"Han, Han Yu," Zhou Yan pursed his lips, just about to say something, but the phone rang.

He walked to the balcony with his mobile phone, feeling inexplicably relieved.

"Zhou Mu, what's the matter?" Zhou Yan went to the corner of the balcony and lit a cigarette, and the lit fire flickered in the darkness.

Han Yu turned down the TV volume a bit, it was too fast, her own heartbeat.

He rubbed his face with his hands, trying to suppress the slight redness on his face, but the burn got worse.

Zhou Yan on the balcony was still talking in a low voice, Han Xie turned his head to take a look and then immediately retracted.

The kiss just now was a bit too sudden, Han Xi picked up the cabbage in the pot and put them into Zhou Yan's bowl bit by bit, and then poured the bean curd down.

Suddenly, Han Xie didn't know how to hide his emotions anymore, he shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of those messy thoughts in his head.

"What? Which hospital are you in?" Zhou Yan stood up and walked quickly into the room, picking up his coat.

"Han Yu, I have something to do here, please stay safe at home." Zhou Yan hurriedly put on his coat, and closed the door after saying hello.

Han Yu's hand that was about to be waved just now was a little weak and let go.

When the beef was cooked, he picked up the meat in Zhou Yan's bowl, and ate it silently.

Beef is delicious, but why do you feel that it is not the taste?

Han Yu rubbed her nose, picked up her phone and called Wang Xia.

"Well, I'm going there." Zhou Yan stepped on the gas pedal to [-], and rushed directly to the city hospital by a super-shortcut.

Old Comrade Zhou went out to buy soy sauce at night, and accidentally slipped and fell on the way home, and now he is lying on the hospital bed.

"Don't worry, sir," the doctor gently pressed between Zhou Tongzhi's legs, "Bractures are very common in the elderly, and the operation can be performed tomorrow afternoon after the film is taken."

Li Zhenfang rubbed her hands anxiously beside her, "Doctor, is the femur fracture serious? Why should our old man suffer such a crime..."

Zhou Mu was on the phone at the door of the ward, while waiting for Zhou Yan to come over.

Although Zhou Yan usually doesn't live with them, whenever something goes wrong, this big brother is like a pillar, and his appearance means peace of mind.

"Brother!" Zhou Mu waved at him, "This way!"

"Dad, I asked the doctor about the situation of the film, don't worry," Zhou Yan came to comfort the old man after he was busy and dealt with everything, "Now the operation will be fine, it's fine."

Zhou's mother wiped away her tears quietly, Zhou Yan sighed and looked at the current situation, and then sent a message to Han Yu.

"Go to bed first at night, don't wait for me."

Han Xie glanced at the message, then silently went to the kitchen to pour out the fried rice before, and then washed the dishes.

"I'm not in the mood to play games today," Han Yu turned on the microphone, "but the live broadcast is not up yet, so please let me sit down for an hour."

【Oral Fusion】Water, water, water!My God, Han, says what I say!

【. ] It's okay, anyway, it wasn't because of the game that I followed you before. (dog head for life)

[Godberry in a vacuum flask] Is Han Shen unhappy today?

"It's okay," Han Xie turned off and on the phone, "It's just...forget it, it's not a big deal, it's just that I feel a little uncomfortable."

While chatting with Danmaku without saying a word, a call came in on the phone, and Han Xi picked it up without even looking at it.

"Hello Zhou Yan?"

There was silence on the other side for a while, Han Xi realized something was wrong, picked up the phone, and an unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen.

He was about to hang up, but the other party spoke.

That voice was something Han Xie would never want to hear again in his life, it was the poison vine that took up all the dark memories of his childhood.

Han Wei smiled on the other end of the phone and said slowly, "Long time no see, son."

The author has something to say: kissed! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

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