After the meal, Mr. and Mrs. Yan brought down some gift boxes from upstairs.
Yan Yu didn't understand what he meant, but then seemed to realize something.
With a stern face, he walked over and plopped down between Yan Can and Yan Conghe. Because it was too crowded, Yan Can got up to get a drink from the refrigerator, while Yan Yu, under Yan Conghe's disapproving gaze, said speechlessly, "You're making fun of me again!"
Yan Conghe: "I didn't do anything."
He just misses Yan Can.
Yan Yu looked at him, completely at a loss for words.
After a long pause, he sighed.
"Young Master, can you please let me know beforehand what you're going to do?"
What do you mean?
"For example... suddenly bringing your parents to visit my home."
Yan Conghe chuckled upon hearing this, his expression quite mischievous.
How did you know I had this thought?
To be precise, it's not an idea, it's a plan, and it's already being implemented in an orderly manner.
Yan Yu was afraid of this. He glanced quickly at the kitchen and lowered his voice, saying, "You can think about it, but you should at least restrain yourself. Otherwise, even if you are an investor, I won't be too polite."
Yan Conghe said, "No need to be so polite with me," and Yan Can came over.
When the car that was supposed to pick him up arrived, Yan Yu and her parents took the gifts and went out first.
In a secluded corner where no one paid attention, Yan Conghe, like a child reluctant to leave home, quickly hugged Yan Can.
"Happy New Year, Can Can."
Feeling his arm taut with reluctance, Yan Can raised her hand and patted his back.
"Happy New Year, Brother Yan."
See you next year.
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