Lan Jia's Han Xiyou

"Xiyou, Director Li called me and said that this afternoon's endorsement has been cancelled, and the time is still..." Zhang Qin said as he pushed open the door of the recording studio, and was immediately shocked by the chaotic scene inside.

Messy wet clothes, food spilled all over the floor, and Han Xiyou who was lying on the sofa with the expression that the world owed him millions.

"Where's Xiaojia?" Zhang Qin took a few steps back.

Han Xiyou squeezed the space between his eyebrows and stood up, took the car keys, "Fired, I'm fine, I'll go back today."

"Ah? Fired? Han Xiyou! Stop!" Zhang Qin was surprised at first, and then suddenly became angry.Your uncle, you are not satisfied with a life assistant like Lan Jia, who else do you want to serve you!

"Let's go." Han Xiyou pushed open the Xianyin door and walked out without even looking back.

The heavy rain outside showed no signs of weakening, as if it had fallen directly from the sky, hitting the ground with a clatter.

The expression on Han Xiyou's face was instantly torn apart by shock, what made him unable to move was not the icy pouring rain in front of him, but the figure not far away who stood there without moving a step and seemed to have been washed through.

"Why?" Han Xiyou walked to Lan Jia's side and asked hoarsely.

Lan Jia pulled out a smiling face, raised her hand and stretched out three fingers, and said softly: "First, I said 99 means Jiujiu, and I will be your last life assistant. Second, you are my male god, I I like you. Third... Who else can stand you except me?"

Han Xiyou raised his hand to cover his eyes, but the corner of his mouth curled up.The place that has been barren in my heart for so many years seems to be poured into rain suddenly.The tender green life emerged little by little, and the dry cracks were filled up bit by bit.

When he stretched out his hand to hug the person in front of him, he could feel the person's cold skin and the temperature hidden under the skin.

The temperature that can melt glaciers, the temperature that can drive away the darkness.

"From now on, you will be my last life assistant."

"it is good."

"But you have to listen to me."

"Okay, but you have to listen to me properly."

"...Okay." This was probably Han Xiyou's first compromise after being hidden in the snow.

"Han Xiyou! Lan Jia! There is something wrong with you two!" Zhang Qin ran over holding an umbrella and held it over the heads of the two of them speechlessly, "It's raining so hard, why do you two think this is a MV shoot? And separate occasions Is that okay? I want to be on the headlines tomorrow?"

Although the position of the string sound is relatively biased, and there is almost no one on the road under such heavy rain, paparazzi!That's a drug that's infiltrating every corner, and there's probably one hiding around here right now.

Zhang Qin had already thought about it when he chose to be Han Xiyou's manager. In the future, they would still face the same situation as before, and that time would be when Han Xiyou found someone who could accompany him for the rest of his life.

Lan Jia, maybe it will be that person.

Han Xiyou embraced Lan Jia with one hand, took the umbrella from Zhang Qin with the other hand, and said, "Thank you, Xiao Jia and I will go back first, I won't come to the company tomorrow, you can arrange things." Han Xiyou said He and Lan Jia went to pick up the car and left.

Zhang Qin stood there holding an umbrella and touched the goosebumps on his arms. It turned out that the thank you from this guy's mouth was like this.Tsk tsk, she is lucky to hear these two words.

In the car, Lan Jia was wearing a shirt that Han Xiyou found out from somewhere, and was sitting on the passenger seat with her bare white thighs.

"Xiyou, will it really be photographed?"

Han Xiyou looked straight ahead, "Just shoot it, it's no big deal, I'm not afraid of you, what are you afraid of?"

Lan Jia pouted: "I'm not afraid, I just don't want to trouble you."

Han Xiyou didn't answer, but only gave him a side face with a slight smile.

The two of them went to take a shower immediately when they got home. When Han Xiyou came out wiping his hair, there was still the sound of running water in the bathroom in Lan Jia's room.

The lunch at noon was also ruined by him, and now my stomach is empty.Han Xiyou threw down the towel and wandered into the kitchen. The pot on the stove hadn't been washed, and there were still unused ingredients and knives on the cooking table.

No wonder that idiot went so early at noon, Han Xiyou sighed, put on his gloves and started washing the dishes.

"Why do you want to spoil other people's kindness so casually?" Yes, why should he ruin other people's kindness so casually?This was the first time he began to reflect on whether the thorn he used to arm himself had already pierced many innocent people?

When Lan Jia came out of the bathroom, he heard movement in the kitchen. He thought it was Han Xiyou who was hungry and came looking for food, but he didn't expect to see such a picture.

"Can you still wash the dishes?"

Han Xiyou wiped the bowl cleanly and put it in the sink, then threw off his gloves awkwardly and left the kitchen.

"I'm hungry, hurry up and cook."

Lan Jia pulled the back of his shirt and asked with a smile: "Are you shy? Actually, you were very handsome just now, and you looked like a good man at home. Here, look."

Lan Jia raised the mobile phone in his hand and handed it to Han Xiyou. On the small screen, a man in a light green apron and disposable gloves was washing the dishes. A few strands of hair on his forehead fell down to cover his left eye, but he still I couldn't stop the serious look on the man's face, and the whole photo exuded a warm atmosphere.

"He's already handsome, okay?" Han Xiyou breathed out, and the broken hair that covered his left eye was blown a little bit sideways. "Two 10 minutes, no, I'll give you 10 minutes, I want to eat."

Han Xiyou just took two steps and was pulled back by Lan Jia behind him. Han Xiyou looked back at him helplessly, "What's wrong?"

Lan Jia happily shook her phone, her two dimples seemed to be filled with honey, "Can I post on Weibo? Sure, I'll post it." After speaking, he edited Weibo and sent it out. I found... isn't this Han Xiyou's Weibo?

Han Xiyou saw that he suddenly pulled his face down and took a closer look. Didn't he just use his own Weibo to post?What's the big deal, the last time I used my mobile phone to log into my Weibo when I sprayed black powder, but I forgot to log out.

"That's it, Weibo will be in your hands from now on." Han Xiyou pulled the hands behind his back, turned and left the kitchen.

Lan Jia was stunned for a few seconds before catching up, and asked excitedly: "Really? Really? Really? Then can I post your updates from time to time?"

Han Xiyou looked at him with dissatisfaction.

"Aww! Cook, cook! I know, right away, be good." Lan Jia touched Han Xiyou's head and happily went to the kitchen with her mobile phone in her hands.He thought that although he was not Han Xiyou's first life assistant, he must be the first life assistant who had the right to use the male god himself to post on Weibo, ah! !

Lying on the sofa, Han Xiyou looked at the idiot-smirking man in the kitchen and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth. He was so happy because it wasn't a big deal. He really was mentally handicapped.

Because Han Xiyou lost his temper at noon, Lan Jia consciously cooked a slightly spicy dish to smooth his hair. It was rare that this meal was very harmonious, without the usual pickiness.

Before going to bed, Lan Jia also specially cooked a soup for supper, which is actually used to drive away the cold. Although the two big men will not catch a cold and have a fever after being exposed to a little rain, they should still drink some, especially the male god, who should not be careless ah!

Han Xiyou held the bowl with a particularly ferocious expression, as if what he was holding was a bowl of red crest.

"Is it okay not to drink?"

Lan Jia shook her head resolutely, "No, you will listen to me if you say it this afternoon."

Lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot!Han Xiyou squeezed his nose and drank a bowl in one breath, the taste of ginger lingered in his mouth, ginger is one of the foods he hates the most.He used to spit out the ginger that Meng Lin chopped into pieces when he was eating, but now he is down to drinking a whole bowl of ginger soup. Can he still see the sun tomorrow?

Lan Jia watched him put down the empty bowl with satisfaction, and gulped down his share.

"I also hate the smell of ginger, but it's really effective to keep out the cold, and besides, I'll drink it with you."

Han Xiyou was stunned for a moment, and there was a rippling in his heart. He hated ginger, so Meng Lin no longer put ginger in cooking.

He hates ginger, and Lan Jia also hates ginger, but he will drink it with himself, because ginger is good for him.

Han Xiyou vaguely felt that he understood something, but he still didn't seem to understand.