Men, no matter how excellent, always have shortcomings in being careful.

So far, it doesn't make much sense to hold on to it. The important thing is to find a way to make up for it, so he waved his hand and spared this time, "forget it, or think about it. What if Siji really wants to leave with Cheng Junyu?"

"That's not true." Fu Shenyan suddenly felt confident and restarted the car to drive home.

"Where did you get your self-confidence?" after a while, I was very skeptical about Fu Shenyan's ability to maintain family affection.

Fu Shenyan glanced at me from the rearview mirror, then turned back with a smile and said jokingly, "don't worry too much. I've arranged it and it will be done."

In my ears, this sentence became "don't worry, I'll screw it up", so I stared at the back of Fu Shenyan's head all the way and prayed that God could let the man eat less snacks at home.

In fact, my worry is not superfluous. After that day, Siji didn't show up again. To be exact, he didn't go back to Fu's house. The work of the club was carried out in an orderly manner. I don't know whether he wanted to paralyze himself with work.

It was agreed to give her time, but I couldn't post it again. I had to ask Chen Yi for some information every three or five times. I knew that the four seasons were in good condition, so I was a little relieved.

On New Year's Eve, thousands of lights were on. The lanterns made by an Xin and his family circled around the house. The warm color of the light reddened the faces of the whole family. The smell of new year was strong and warm.

It would be better if the four seasons were here.

When eating New Year's Eve dinner, an Xin finally found that her sister, who usually goes out early and returns late, hasn't appeared for several days. "Daddy, Mommy, why doesn't sister Siji come back? An Xin is hungry!"

I don't want to tell my children on such a good day. Maybe I can't meet my sister in the future, so I change the topic and say, "Na, Anxin, do you see the dumplings on the table? There is only one of them. My mother wrapped coins alone. Whoever eats them will have good luck in the next year and everything will come true ~"

"Really! Can any wish come true?" Anxin said excitedly, shaking his chopsticks. Then he opened his arms and protected a plate of dumplings in front of him. "Then I'll eat all of them. I can't rob mine!"

"Hahaha, don't cheat if you can't finish eating ~" I teased.

"No, my brother and ah Xun will help an Xin, right? Ah Xun?" she stubbornly tooted her mouth and put pressure on Gu Nanxun.

Everyone unconsciously looked in the direction of Gu Nanxun with her playfulness.

The young man looked calm and did not answer. He just silently picked up his knife and fork and began to cut the dumplings on his plate one by one.

Anxin raised his chin with satisfaction and began to act like a spoiled child to Anxin. "Brother, eat quickly. Anxin is lucky. I want to make a lot of wishes!"

Zhian was indifferent, but he used a fork to penetrate the dumplings before eating them.

I seriously doubt that these two little men have the intention to imitate each other. I don't know that they think they are brothers.

The new year's Eve dinner suddenly turned into a coin finding contest. In contrast to the festive atmosphere of gongs, drums and firecrackers outside, it was very cold.

At this time, broken Chinese came from the door.

"Happy new year, my friends!"

The unexpected guest Lucas suddenly appeared. As soon as he entered the door, he rushed to the restaurant without saying a word.

"Oh? Dumplings?" he put his hands on the table and looked at the dumplings on the table. Without saying hello, he picked up one with his bare hands and threw it into his mouth.

After chewing two mouthfuls, he suddenly looked "hiss -" tight. The next second, he raised his fat palm, spit out the coin in his mouth, and said to himself, "Ouye, iamluckydog? You see, Shen, even God cares for me."

While talking, he deliberately stretched his hand so that we could see the lucky coin clearly.

I couldn't help but spit "really unlucky" in my heart. I didn't give face and said, "there is only Buddha in China, and God doesn't work."

"Whatever, I feel lucky."

Lucas disagreed and said he would put the coin in his pocket.

An Xin, who has been staring at him since just now, finally couldn't help crying.

"Wu Wu, an Xin has no good luck..."

"Wow, an Xin is not luckydog..."

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