Yan Fan said: "Brother Chi Chen is not a stranger to Juanjuan. He is familiar with him and sees him every day, right? Juanjuan?"

Juanjuan yelled twice.

After entering the house, Yan's parents continued to work on the New Year's Eve dinner. Yan Meng took Chi Chen to the living room to rest. He was not in good health and was still a little dizzy. She poured him a cup of hot water, took a thermometer to test him, and confirmed that he had no fever again, so she went into the kitchen to help his parents.

Chi Chen held the water cup and looked around lightly.

The house is a four-bedroom and two-living room apartment. It has been renovated and has some gadgets collected by Yan's father in the corner of the closet. The atmosphere is harmonious and warm. Such a simple and ordinary home is something he has never owned before.

Yan Fan sat over and took out his cell phone: "Brother Chi Chen, are you turning on the black? My sister said you are super awesome."

Yan Meng opened the kitchen door with sharp ears and glared at him: "Stop it for a while! I'm still sick!"

Yan Fan took back his phone embarrassedly, and Chi Chen smiled faintly: "It's OK tomorrow."

He put down the teacup and stood up, and asked Yan Fan again: "Do you mind if I look around?"

Yan Fan waved his hand, "Don't mind, I don't mind, there is nothing valuable in my family, it's okay to look at it no matter how you look at it."

Chi Chen walked to Yanfu's small collection cabinet and looked at it. There were several wooden carvings and a few strings of Bodhi Buddhist beads. The price may not be expensive, but it is better to be exquisite.

On the middle floor, two old marriage certificates are placed in the most conspicuous position, with photos of Yan’s parents when they were young.

He glanced at the kitchen. Yan's father didn't know what he put into the pot. He was taught a lesson by Yan's mother. Yan Meng stood aside and covered her mouth and laughed, making noise, but the relationship was good after all.

Walking in the corridor, Juan Gun followed his feet.

The doors of several bedrooms were hidden, and Chi Chen pushed them open unintentionally. Yan Fan walked behind him for some reason. He pushed open a door of the room with a tragic deed and waved to him excitedly.

"Brother Chi Chen, I'll show you my sister's room."

Chi Chen glanced into the house and posted several posters of him on the wall, one of which was even when he was a teenager. A thick stack of albums, magazines, light signs, and out-of-print surroundings that he received during the support.

He never knew that someone would collect so many things related to him at home, even if he didn't know who Yan Meng was at that time.

Yan Fan said: "This is quite a bit rare. Many of them have been moved to her own house by my sister. If you have the opportunity to go to her study, it will be the treasure house. Once, Juanjuan bit off your mobile phone card and was beaten up by my sister. No wonder this dog is so coquettish about you today."

Yan Meng rushed over when she heard the movement, took the door with a "slap", blushed and said, "No... nothing good to look at, don't listen to him talking nonsense."

Chi Chen didn't speak, looked down at her, and smiled slightly with his lips pursed.

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Juanjuan is the only prototype setting, which is my silly dog!!
Chapter completed!