A Lucky Coin

When Yan Hang came out from the shower, he was sitting on the sofa on the first day of the new year, carrying a condom in one hand.

"Sick, do you play with the ones you used?" He tore off the towel on his head and drew it over, "Is it fun?"

"I just want to ask," he didn't hide in the first day of the first year, so he took a twitch on his shoulder, "Isn't this, can't you throw the toilet?"

"Just throw the trash can," Yan Hang said. "Have you never seen your son in such a concentrated way?"

"Huh?" Lu Yi looked at him.

"Why don't we go downstairs to dig a hole and bury them?" Yan Hang said, "Sprinkle some flowers, give you five minutes and you will cry."

"Throw out trash, you will be seen, right?" The first day of the junior high school was a little worried.

"Is your name written on it?" Yan Hang asked.

Chuyi sighed and threw the cover into the trash can.

"Sleep." Yan Hang yawned and went into the bedroom.

On the first day of the new year, I took a brief wash and jumped onto the bed, hugging him.

"It's not hot?" Yan Hang pulled away his arm.

On the first day of the new year, I took the remote control of the air conditioner and pressed it, "It's not hot."

"Neurotic!" Yan Hang glanced at the temperature on the air conditioner, 19 degrees.

"I'll pay for the electricity, the electricity bill." The first day of the first day of the month chuckled twice.

"Go to bed, you won't go to work tomorrow?" Yan Hang said.

"You are really old and young," said in a low voice on the first day of the new year, "you won't be able to stroke it once, okay?"

"Rolling rolling," Yan Hang said, "Sooner or later I will kill you."

The first day of the junior high school laughed happily: "What, what do you do?"

Yan Hang didn't speak.

Did not dare to say.

He suddenly found out that he didn't know that the two men could use the condom instead of holding the condom.

No more questions on the first day of junior high school.

He breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

"Actually," said in a low voice, spraying a little heat on the back of his neck, "it's nothing special, special feeling, ah."

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied and became nervous again.

The dog has grown up and opened the door to a new world. There are so many problems.

The curiosity is damn frightening.

"Why do you want to wear, wear a suit, and lure?" asked again on the first day.

Yan Hang ignored him.

"For the sake of good, do you want to clean up?" the first day of the junior high school continued to ask, "or..."

Yan Hang threw his arm away and sat up, turned around and slapped him several times, slapped and slapped his voice and shouted: "You can check it yourself! Check Baidu! Check Google! Check yourself. Check yourself. Check! I'm not an encyclopedia! Encyclopedia!"

"No check," Chu Yi grabbed his waist, pulled him back to the pillow to lie down, and then put his legs on his body tightly. "It must be very yellow."

"Where did you come from?" Yan Hang snorted, "Do you think your father and mother will have you if they shake hands?"

He didn't speak on the first day of the first year, grabbed his hand and shook his hand, then put his lips on the back of his neck and made a tense sound: "Sleep."

Yan Hang closed his eyes, not sleepy.

Today’s daily running of the dog is still very exciting, except for the stimulating action of wearing the condom and the visually unfamiliar effect after wearing it... He almost wanted to say when I wore it for him on the first day of the first year. With a muzzle, gritted his teeth and resisted not speaking.

He had poor sleep originally, and if he was stimulated like this, he didn't feel sleepy for the time being.

"Yan Hang." The first day of the month called again from behind his neck.

Yan Hang didn't say anything, he couldn't hold back the full curiosity of the first pair of new worlds.

"You said who made it, invented it, roll up the cover, and put it up," said in a low voice, and added a sentence after a pause, "Okay, check it out by yourself... Forget it, it must be very yellow."

Uncle Huang.

Yan Hang closed his eyes and gritted his teeth firmly, not opening his mouth.

After a few minutes, the curious dog finally made no sound, his breathing slowly slowed down, and he fell asleep.

I don't know if it was because of the irritation. They both overslept in the morning, got up half an hour later than usual, didn't eat early on the first day of the new year, and rolled out like the wind after wearing their clothes.

Yan Hang's time was still too late. He made himself a yogurt baked toast.

Seeing the unused covers on the sofa, he used to put them away and put them in the drawer of the bedside table.

As soon as he saw this thing, he felt that he wanted evil thoughts in his heart.

Although he feels that he has evil thoughts at his age, it is normal to have evil thoughts, and there is nothing wrong with no evil thoughts, but after all, the first year of junior high school is too stupid...innocent, he still hopes that he can not regard himself as an encyclopedia in the first year of junior high school, move his fingers and seek the truth by himself , Grow up silently, come to discuss with me when I am mature, so as to alleviate my guilt of "seduce minors".

The time to the hotel today was about the same as usual, but as soon as I arrived at the kitchen, I received a call from the boss.

"You make the main dish today," the boss said.

"What?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Something happened to my house," the boss said. "I'm going back now and I can be back tomorrow."

Yan Hang didn't ask any more, but directly responded, "Okay."

"I have already told the front office to change the menu today." The boss said.

"Understood." Yan Hang replied.

"This is an opportunity," the boss said, "don't shame me."

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

The boss's main dish is his secret weapon. Of course, Yan Hang cannot do it for him, so he can only change the menu temporarily.

Yan Hang has no signature dishes. He is a novice assistant after all, but if he can carry the ordinary dishes without making a mistake, it is indeed a good opportunity.

Someone in the back kitchen hasn't had such an opportunity for two or three years.

He took a breath and went to the lobby first.

He is not familiar with other foremen, but today it is Sister Wang, which is also his luck.

"There won't be any problems here, don't worry," Sister Wang said, "this opportunity should be seized."

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

"Maybe you can see your dishes on the menu next year," Sister Wang whispered, "Come on."

"Thank you sister." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

"Oh, are you annoying." Sister Wang smiled and shook hands with him.

Back in the kitchen, the atmosphere was a little nervous.

But for Yan Hang, the atmosphere doesn't matter, he just needs to do his part.

Starting from the side dishes, he has to do all the work independently.

"Brother Hang." Someone whispered hello behind him.

"Huh?" Yan Hang turned his head and saw Xiao Hu.

Xiao Hu has been in the back kitchen longer than him, but he is not too old. Because he is too honest, he has been mixing up the lower level of the back kitchen a little bit.

"Do you want to help?" Xiao Hu asked.

Yan Hang hesitated for a second, then nodded: "Thank you."

As long as you are not a fool, you can see Xiao Hu's mind. Yan Hang will not necessarily accept this "help" after changing someone else, but Xiao Hu is quite real.

"What do you do today, just tell me," Xiao Hu said, "I'll prepare it."

"Good." Yan Hang said.

Li Xiao moved a chair and sat next to a pile of old tires in the pit area, and looked at the first day of the first day: "Aren't you washing your car anymore?"

"Wash." Chuyi stood in front of a car, opened the hood and supported the front of the car and was studying.

"I've been here several times," Li Xiao said, "I didn't touch you either."

"You don't want to live here," he unscrewed the lid of the water tank on the first day of the year, looked inside, turned his head and said to the car owner next to him, "the oil is in."

"Is the water tank filled?" the owner asked.

"Well," Chu nodded a little, "the cylinder and gasket are broken, and they have to be replaced."

"Then change it." The owner said, "Is it long?"

"For a long time," wrote it down on the work order on the first day of the new year, "to split the issue, motivation."

"Can you do it?" The owner looked at him a little worried, "Novice, right? Don't change it for me."

On the first day of the new year, he glanced at him: "Let the teacher, the master will help you change."

"That's OK." The owner smiled.

After he walked away, Li Xiao sighed beside him: "On the first day of the new year, are you not tempered?"

"What temper, anger?" asked the first day.

"Obviously I can't believe you." Li Xiao said.

"I haven't graduated," said the first day of the junior high school. "I can't believe it, it's strange."

"...The mentality is good," Li Xiao gave him a thumbs up, "If there is something wrong with my car, I will call you to fix it."

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and turned around to continue his work.

At the end of the afternoon, Yan Hang sent him a message.

-Dog, lick

On the first day of the new year, he almost knelt to the ground with a soft leg, but he still leaned firmly against the wall and returned one to Yan Hang.

-Licking Xiaotian brother.

-I don’t have time to tell you at noon.

-what!!!!!!!really!!!!!

-Well, our boss can't come if something is going on today

-Are you tired?

-Tired, so let me comfort you

-Is it comforting?

-Okay

-Squeeze your shoulders and back at night!Chef Yan!

In fact, cooking shouldn't be a particularly tiring thing for Yan Hang. Today, when he got tired, he was lying motionless on the sofa, mainly because of the pressure.

"Order takeaway." Yan Hang said.

"I ordered it," Chu pushed up his clothes and pinched it on his back, "but I love and eat everything I order."

"I can do anything." Yan Hang said.

"Your back is really good, it's easy to touch," Chuyi squeezed for a while, and touched his back and waist back and forth, "It's so good, touch."

"Shut up," Yan Hang said, "You are so touchable!"

"Do you want to touch it?" asked immediately on the first day.

"Go!" Yan Hang turned sideways and kicked him, "How can such a good dog learn like this!"

He didn't hide in the first year of the new year, smiled and pushed him back, and continued to pinch on his back: "You knead, when you knead the dough, this is the same when you knead, right?"

"Yeah." Yan Hang closed his eyes.

"You go to sleep," said the first day of the new year, "call for takeaway, call you."

Yan Hang could actually fall asleep on the sofa during non-sleeping hours. On the first day of the new year, he felt very magical. After hearing Yan Hang's very low snoring, he didn't dare to pinch his back anymore, for fear of waking up the ants and farting. Yan Hang will be awakened.

He took out his phone and adjusted the ringtone to vibration.

Before putting it back in his pocket, the phone shook. He quickly trot on tiptoe all the way to the balcony to pick up the phone. The boy who delivered the meal had already arrived at the door.

He trot on tiptoe again to open the door.

"Hello, please check the meal you ordered." The little brother handed him the fast food box and looked back at the fire stairs.

"Yeah, right." Chu Yi was afraid of waking Yan Hang, and nodded without even looking.

When he was about to return to the house, the younger brother took another look at the fire stairway. Perhaps he had been affected by Yan Hang for a long time. He immediately felt something was wrong on the first day of the junior high school and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The little brother said in a low voice: "Someone was at your door when I came up, and he walked up the fire stairs when he saw me...Be careful, don't be a thief who stepped on it..."

Before the little brother had finished speaking, the hand holding the door was pulled away at the beginning, and Yan Hang rushed out from him and went straight into the stairs.

"You go up first!" Yan Hang shouted as he ran.

"Thank you." On the first day, the little brother nodded, ignoring anything else, and then rushed into the corridor, Yan Hang already chased down.

There were only two floors above, and he rushed through on the first day. No one was seen on it, so he turned around and started running down.

If the little brother came up, the talent ran, such a high floor, whether it is the elevator or the stairs, should not have gone out at the moment.

Yan Hang may catch up.

But Yan Hang just woke up, and it is estimated that people are still confused at this moment. I rushed out like this. I don't know if I can catch up. If I catch up, will there be any problems?

I was a little anxious on the first day of the new year, wishing to make a hole directly in the floor and slip out.

In terms of running, whether it is running on the ground or running up the stairs, the first pair of Yan Hang admired him very much, and he simply failed to catch up with Yan Hang.

When he ran out of the fire exit to the first floor, he couldn't help shouting: "Yan Hang!"

He was afraid that Yan Hang would chase after him alone.

"Here." Yan Hang's voice came from outside the building.

"How is it?" ran out on the first day of the new year and saw Yan Hang standing beside the small garden outside the building.

"Didn't catch up." Yan Hang frowned.

On the first day of the junior high school, he saw the security guard coming from nearby and asked Yan Hang in a low voice: "I want to adjust, adjust the supervisor, control it?"

"Don't worry," Yan Hang said, "Go upstairs."

"Your takeaway was delivered upstairs just now, why are you down again?" The security guard saw them and asked.

"Take it," Yan Hang nodded, "After taking it, take a walk."

"Oh." The security nodded with a smile.

After returning home, Yan Hang was lying next to the window again, looking out from the gap between the curtains for a while.

"Anyone?" asked the first day.

"I didn't see any strange people," Yan Hang sat down at the table and opened the takeaway box. "Let's eat first, I'm starving to death."

"Will it be Yan, uncle?" asked the first day.

Yan Hang didn't ask to check the surveillance immediately, and he might think so.

"I thought about it for a while, it shouldn't be," Yan Hang said, "If it were my dad, it would be impossible for the takeaway boy to see him."

"That..." No clue at all on the first day.

"If it weren't my dad," Yan Hang said, "this person might not be planning to do anything to me. He must know when the elevator comes up. He may be waiting for the elevator to go, but he didn't expect the food delivery person to come up. I’m afraid we’ll open the door right away, so I ran off the stairs immediately.”

"Ah." Chu Yi looked at Yan Hang.

"Look at the property tomorrow and check the monitoring," Yan Hang sighed, "If it's really not my dad, maybe you have to move."

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, but reached out and grabbed Yan Hang's hand and squeezed.

Yan Hang, who could sleep so easily, couldn't sleep again.

On the first day of the day, he held him and patted his arm gently, but he could feel that Yan Hang was not drowsy at all.

"Go to sleep, silly dog." Yan Hang touched his hand.

"Not sleepy." said the first day.

"I don't feel much after taking a little sleep," Yan Hang said, "I'm used to it."

"I will be in the future, okay," said the first day of the new year, "now we must train and cultivate."

Yan Hang smiled, turned over and lay face to face with him, and kissed the tip of his nose: "Yeah."

"You will pay it tomorrow, will you still cook?" asked the first day of the day.

"The boss will be back tomorrow," Yan Hang said, "I don't need to do it."

On the first day of the new year, he sighed: "Give him some diarrhea, let me take medicine."

"Don't worry for a while, there will be opportunities in the future," Yan Hang smiled for a long time, "As long as there is no mistake today, it will be fine."

"Well," Chu took his hand to his mouth and bit, "You cook special, it's very delicious."

"But I have to think about my own dishes," Yan Hang said, "others can't do it..."

"You are also very good, delicious." Chu Yi took another bite on his finger.

"...I fucking persuaded you," Yan Hang pointed at the tip of his nose, "You weren't like this last month, how can this guy run so fast on the shameless road!"

"Mainly, downhill," said the first day of the new year, "just run, fast."

"Go!" Yan Hang pressed his throat.

On the first day of the new year, he rolled aside twice, rolled to the edge of the bed, rolled back, and hugged him: "Good morning?"

"...Sleep." Yan Hang said.

This Yan Hang basically stared until dawn, listening to the uniform breathing of the first day of the new year, but he was not infected.

I won't oversleep today, and there is still half an hour before the alarm clock rings when I wake up.

He yawned and washed his face in the bathroom, planning to go to the property before going to work and ask about the surveillance.

After preparing the breakfast materials, Yan Hang went back to the living room, picked up the phone, and wanted to tell Cui Yi about this first.

There is an unread message on the phone, which is a text message.

He clicked and glanced, his hands shook sharply, and the phone almost didn't hold it.

-Take Choi's car to work

A very simple sentence, no title and no explanation.

But the amount of information is staggering.

Yan Hang stared at this sentence for five minutes before slowly sitting on the sofa.

My heart beats very fast, and my breathing is a bit unsmooth.

This is the first time that Dad has contacted him directly after he disappeared.

That's right.

This is Dad.

He could guess it with his nostrils.

Except for Yan Zhiyuan, it is impossible for a second person to send him such a text message.

Yan Hang sat on the sofa for a few minutes, settled, and dialed Cui Yi's number.

"Hello?" Cui Yi's voice still woke up in confusion.

"You and my dad," Yan Hang said, "Is there any contact?"

"I want to really have contact with him. When Chu Jianxin is arrested, I will persuade him to surrender," Cui Yi said, "What's wrong?"

"Then why does he have my new number?" Yan Hang asked.

"He contacted you?" Cui Yi's voice suddenly became sober, and it suddenly increased several degrees.

"I received a text message telling me to go to work in your car," Yan Hang said, "who do you think it could be?"

"Let me take you to work..." Cui Yi's response was very fast, and he didn't even bother with the phone number. He immediately asked, "Is there anything wrong in the past two days?"

"Someone was at my door yesterday." Yan Hang said.

"Then why didn't you tell me yesterday!" Cui Yi was a little anxious.

"My mind is too messy." Yan Hang sighed lightly.

"I'll be over in a while." Cui Yi said.

"Where have you been?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Go to meet you at your door," Cui Yi said, "take you into the hotel from your door...or you don't want to go out today."

"The old fox didn't let me ask for leave." Yan Hang said.

"...That's okay," Cui Yi said, "then wait for me to go over and do it strictly according to your old fox's requirements."

"Well, send the first day of the junior high school to their store." Yan Hang said.

"Okay." Cui Yi hung up the phone.

"What's the matter?" Chu Yi didn't know when to get up, standing at the bedroom door with a nervous expression.

"It's okay," Yan Hang beckoned, "Come here."

On the first day of the new year, he rushed over in two steps and sat down next to him.

Yan Hang hugged him, hugged him tightly for a while, rubbed his chin on the top of his head for several times before letting go.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No," rubbed the top of his head on the first day of the new year. "Your chin is not sharp enough."

Yan Hang flicked the tip of his nose: "My dad sent me a text message."

"What?" Chu Yi jumped up suddenly, "Uncle Yan?"

"Well," Yan Hang clicked out the text message and showed him it. "We will both take Lao Cui's car to go to work."

"Oh." Chuyi glared at the text message, with a shocked face, "have you responded, did you reply? Ask Yan, uncle's situation, is it safe? Good, bad?"

"This is definitely not his number," Yan Hang said, "I won't receive it after I return it."

"...Ah." Chu Yi looked at him.

"It's okay," Yan Hang stared at the text message, "he has news, and he doesn't die."

Cui Yi came and knocked on the door on time and drove them to work.

After sending him to the store on the first day of the new year, he turned around and went to the hotel.

He didn't know what to say, and he felt like he wanted to say too much.

"Let me know if anything happens right away," Cui Yi said, "I'm not going anywhere today, just in the office."

"Well," Yan Hang got off the car, "Are you going to watch me enter the hotel?"

"Yes," Cui Yi nodded, "I see you."

"You said my dad is also watching me?" Yan Hang asked.

"Not necessarily," Cui Yi said. "He may be dealing with other things. It is enough for me to watch you."

Yan Hang got out of the car with a smile, walked two steps and then turned around: "You have to notify me as soon as you have any news."

"Definitely." Cui Yi nodded.

In the morning meeting of the back chef today, Yan Hang was named and praised. Although there was only one sentence, he could still feel the complexity in his surrounding eyes.

After Yan Hang reported yesterday's situation to the boss, he went to the locker room to change clothes.

He sat on the stool, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and asked God to bless the old fox by the way, and nothing should happen.

It was calm until noon. Cui Yi contacted him twice to ask about the situation, and everything was fine.

The news on the first day of the first year is almost half an hour, and Yan Hang can imagine him with a worried expression on his brows.

-Okay

-It's okay, don't worry

This kind of dialogue slipped down as if it were copy and paste.

Until the afternoon, Yan Hang breathed a sigh of relief and went to the bathroom. There was no news for so long, so there should be no major problems.

He washed his face and prepared to rest for a while.

As soon as I came out of the bathroom, the phone in my pocket shook before I took two steps.

Yan Hang's heart suddenly tightened, and quickly took out his cell phone, which was Cui Yi's call.

"How?" He answered the phone and asked.

"Are you resting?" Cui Yi asked.

"Yes," Yan Hang's voice trembled, "What's the matter?"

"Yan Zhiyuan turned himself in." Cui Yi said.