Go home for the New Year

After three rounds of wine, Yan Chenyu couldn't sit still. He drank the remaining wine in the glass, put down the glass and stood up.

"You guys keep drinking, I have something to do, let's go first."

When Zhu Wenjing heard this, he stopped resigning and stood up and blocked his way.

"Damn it! It's only nine o'clock, what can you do?"

"Go home for the New Year."

Yan Chenyu picked up the coat on the sofa, patted him on the shoulder, and then walked around him and towards the door.

Seeing the door closed, Zhu Fengjing took a sip of wine and muttered.

"Not loyal! I haven't seen him go home for the New Year any year after so many years!"

Jian Ximan chuckled, "Don't you see that your brother is worried?"

Zhu Wenjing seems to be no longer surprised.

"What can he have to worry about? Even if he has it, it's for the Yan family."

Jian Ximan raised her eyebrows.

Things about the Yan family...

She had heard of some.

It is indeed difficult to make a decision when it comes to family and ideals.

But she saw that Yan Chenyu was distracted all night long, and she was afraid that she was worried about more than that.

But this has nothing to do with her.

"Okay, Director Yan Da has left. Should you go back too?"

Zhu Fengjing felt a little nervous. He was really afraid of anything he was afraid of. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it in his arms, leaned on the sofa, as if he was planning to continue to stay here.

"I haven't finished drinking yet! I won't leave!"

Jian Ximan stared at him for a long time, wondering if it was because his mind became a little fragile during such a festival, or he was greedy for the warmth of this moment, so he did not drive him out in the end, and poured himself a glass of wine.

"If you don't leave, keep drinking! After drinking, go home quickly!"

Zhu Lijing was delighted, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Jian Ximan's wine glass, and drank it in small sips.

Noting the undisguised happiness and joy on his face, Jian Ximan pulled his lips slightly, closed his eyes and drank the wine in the glass.

She is so...crazy!

...

Yan Chenyu, who left Jian Ximan's apartment, did not return to the Yan family, but drove in a direction that was completely opposite to the Yan family villa.

The car stopped in front of a villa. Because of his arrival, the courtyard lights outside the villa lit up in an instant, illuminating the entire courtyard.

Yan Chenyu, who walked out of the car, looked up into the distance. What caught her eye was a bleak landscape. The whole courtyard was cold and lonely, but the traces she had left could be vaguely seen.

Every place is so clear.

The servant of the villa hurriedly came up and bent respectfully.

"Sir, you are back."

"Um."

Yan Chenyu's thoughts were interrupted by the servant, he responded lightly, and strode into the villa.

In the villa, as before she left, the placement of everything was not changed at all.

Yan Chenyu, who stepped into the villa, was in a trance for a moment. He even felt that today was the same as in previous years. She prepared everything in the villa and waited for him, and he hurriedly ate the New Year's Eve dinner and came to accompany her for the New Year.

At that moment, his blood was boiling, and joy rolled like waves, burning his entire heart.

"Sir, it's already very late. Do you want to prepare your late-night snack for you?"

The servant's voice made Yan Chenyu wake up instantly. Looking at the deserted living room, she no longer had her figure. She felt like she was poured on a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the joy and joy in his heart and cooling his boiling blood.

The stiff fingertips curled up slightly, and the light in his eyes gradually faded. Yan Chenyu raised his foot and walked upstairs.

"No need, you go down first."

"Yes, sir."

The servant responded, raised his head and looked at Yan Chenyu's lonely back, and shook his head.

I don’t know what happened to my husband and Miss Qiao. I have never returned here since Miss Qiao left for a year and a half.

Instead, Mr. comes here often.

At that time, they thought Miss Qiao was just a woman kept by her husband, so they just thought that her husband was tired of Miss Qiao.

But when they thought the villa would welcome a new hostess, the gentleman asked them to leave everything about Miss Qiao, and even the decorations of everything could not be changed at will, especially Miss Qiao's favorite decorations.

At that time, they felt that Miss Qiao was very special to Mr.

But since then, the gentleman never mentioned Miss Qiao in front of them again, and instead they could not see through her.

Yan Chenyu, who had gone upstairs, pushed open the door of the master bedroom, just like Qiao Zhiqin had left.

The pillows she personally selected, the carpets and sheets she liked, and the flowers and plants she bought online are still there, and even the order of cosmetics on the dressing table is exactly the same.

Yan Chenyu took off his coat and threw it on the sofa aside, lay on the bed, putting his arm on his eyes to block the dazzling light.

Sometimes even he himself doesn't understand why these things related to her are still kept.

But every time he came here and saw these things related to her, his restless heart would calm down.

But it seems that something is different today, and coming here makes his heart even more confused.

I couldn't help but recall Jian Ximan's words in my mind, unconsciously imagined Qiao Zhiqin's appearance of spending the New Year alone, and an unknown feeling appeared in my heart.

Jian Ximan said that she was already very lucky to have Ning Yuxi and Ning Yuan chat with her.

But what about her?

Without relatives or friends, what kind of emotions should she spend today's lively festival with?

After lying on the bed for a long time, Yan Chenyu took down his arm and opened his eyes. After adapting to the lights in the room, he took out his cell phone and called Jiang Yang.

"Director Yan."

"I remember there is a group of owners in Yipin Lanting?" Yan Chenyu's gentle voice had already been hoarse and inconsistent.

"Yes, the property has built this group to make it easier to send notifications, but why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Go and check if there are 2401 residents with WeChat. If so, send me her WeChat ID."

He remembered that he thought it was troublesome and let Jiang Yang join the owners group.

Maybe she can find news from the group.

"OK."

After the phone was hung up, Yan Chenyu received Jiang Yang's WeChat not long after.

Her WeChat account has not changed, and it is still the simplest first letter plus birthday.

He thought... she had replaced it.

Yan Chenyu sat up from the bed, supported himself and sat on the carpet beside the bed. He quickly registered a new WeChat account and added her WeChat.

The added note is "Overside Neighbor".

It seemed that because of the notes, Qiao Zhiqin quickly agreed to his application.

Looking at the blank chat dialog box, Yan Chenyu didn't know how to provoke the topic.

Less than a minute, Qiao Zhiqin sent WeChat first.
Chapter completed!