Bound love

Disturb you. Standing up, Zhou Hongyi turned around gracefully, and closed the office door, leaving Bo Xiyan sitting on the boss chair alone, lighting a cigarette for himself a little irritatedly.

27 Feeling Loved

In a sense, he and Zhou Hongyi are actually the same kind of people. If he were to hear Zhou Hongyi talking about others in the same tone as he did today, Bo Xiyan would just laugh it off and not take it to heart.But Qi Ya is different, his beauty and gentleness are so spotless, even I, who has lived with him for 15 years, can't bear to add a little flaw in it, let alone Zhou Hongyi?

Zhou Hongyi's attitude made Bo Xiyan brood, and he was immersed in an unprecedented anxiety all afternoon.I used to live in such a small village with Qi Ya, and I never saw him being pursued by anyone, and I never thought that Qi Ya would be snatched away by others, but now Qi Ya only lived in the city for a short time Within a month, he was targeted by someone with a heart, which made him entangled with a deep sense of crisis, and he couldn't let go.

At 05:30 in the afternoon, Bo Xiyan couldn't sit still anymore, and rushed home with a stack of official documents, and opened the heavy security door with the key.

The moment he opened the door, Bo Xiyan suddenly felt that his home had turned into a quiet paradise that he had never entered before. In the center of the paradise sat a soft and beautiful god. He immediately broke away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and immersed himself in the tranquility and ease of Qi Ya.

Because he was afraid of making the house dirty, he covered the floor and sofa with old newspapers, while Duan Qiya focused on looking at the painting in front of him, holding a paintbrush in one hand, and a painting plate in the other, looking bright under the setting sun. A refreshing tranquility.

"Qi Ya." Putting down the document in his hand, Bo Xiyan slowly walked in front of him. His heart, which had been noisy all afternoon, gradually calmed down, and deep love slowly flowed in his heart. He only hoped to imprison the spotless soul in front of him. in my arms.

"Xiao Yan?" Hearing Bo Xiyan's words, Duan Qiya's hands trembled, then he turned his head and looked at the man beside him.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you came back."

"It's okay." Shaking his head, Bo Xiyan stared at Qi Ya's painting intently.

There is a large golden wheat field in the painting, and the golden Huang Ren can make anyone's heart feel happy.In that wheat field, a man and a woman are holding each other's hands tightly. The feeling of looking at each other and smiling irresistibly makes people unforgettable just by looking at it.

"This painting is very beautiful." Looking at the words in front of him, Bo Xiyan admired from the bottom of his heart.

In my memory, Duan Qiya painted very well. Even a layman like myself can feel the special fresh feeling in his paintings, but that was several years ago.

Maybe it's because of his age, when Bo Xiyan looks at Duan Qiya's paintings now, he feels that there is an indescribable clarity in them, and the brushstrokes are no longer as green as before, but mixed with a part that can be tolerated All the tenacity and gentleness are just like him.

"This... I just drew it casually." With a smile, Duan Qiya shyly put down the brush in her hand and moved the drawing board aside.

"Qiya's painting is very good!" Not wanting to hear Duan Qiya's self-deprecating words, Bo Xiyan's tone suddenly raised a few tones.

"Although I don't know much about painting, I can also feel it from Qi Ya's paintings..."

"That feeling of being loved..."

28 draws better

"Xiaoyan..." Listening to Bo Xiyan's praise of her painting, Duan Qiya looked at him in a little surprise, a momentary absence flashed in her eyes.

I still remember that a long time ago, there was such a person who praised his paintings like this, and said that he could feel the feeling of being loved from his paintings. Unfortunately, that person is no longer here, and his son is standing now. In front of him, with the same tone, he praised himself.

Looking at Bo Xiyan in front of him, Duan Qiya suddenly saw the shadow of his mentor.Although my adopted son doesn't like painting, he still has the blood of an artist, and he has inherited his father's artistic talent in his bones. Otherwise, how could he say such things to himself.

Looking at Duan Qiya who was fascinated by himself, Bo Xiyan called him twice.

"Qiya...Qiya?"

Hearing someone calling her, Duan Qiya froze for a moment, then settled down and smiled apologetically.

"What? Sorry, I was distracted."

"It's okay, I asked you if you can give this painting to me after it's finished?"

"Eh?"

"It's like this. Our company is going to hold a big event recently, and I'm in charge of preparing some publicity matters. Your painting really fits the theme of our event, so..."

It is unprecedented in the industry to use this kind of painting as a promotion for a blind date, but Bo Xiyan really likes Qi Ya's painting.The ordinary and profound love in the painting made his whole heart tremble, and he also believes that everyone who has seen this painting will also be able to experience that deep and tolerant emotion.

"Yes. But can you describe the theme of the event in more detail? I want to draw better."

"You have drawn very well..."

"But I want to draw better..." Lowering her head, an imperceptible gleam flashed in Duan Qiya's eyes.

Having lived to such an old age, Duan Qiya knows that she has no achievements in work, and cannot give him a good living environment like Bai Xiyan's biological father, nor can he make him proudly show off to others that he has a very For an outstanding father, all I can do is to teach him to study hard, work hard, and be a responsible and responsible man, and all I can give him is those days full of bitterness.

For such a self, Bo Xiyan seldom asks him for help, so this opportunity is undoubtedly a "favor" to Duan Qiya, making him feel that he can't be rude to others. Xiao Yan, who was underestimated by others because of his own fault.

"Then I'll show you the documents later, but shouldn't we have dinner first? If you don't eat on time, be careful that you will suffer from stomach problems again."

"Ah... I'm sorry, I'll clean it up right away." Duan Qiya picked up the newspapers on the ground, and hurriedly cleaned up the painting utensils. For some reason, Bo Xiyan's heart ached for her cautious look.

Helping put away the painting utensils, the two made a simple dinner together. Originally, Duan Qiya said that he would do it, but Bo Xiyan couldn't see his hard work, so the two of them chopped vegetables and fried vegetables one by one. It seems plain but has the most sincere emotion contained in it.

29 Don't save me

After dinner, Bo Xiyan took out a bank card and a passbook from his briefcase.

"Qiya, I have opened a new card in your name, which contains half of my salary for this month. From now on, the money in it will be regarded as household use. If there is any leftover, please save it for me. If there is no leftover or not enough Just ask me."

Nodding, Duan Qiya opened the passbook and took a look, unable to close her mouth in surprise. "Sixty thousand?!"

"Ah."

"This...is only half?"

"En." With a slight smile, Bo Xiyan can be said to be enjoying Qiya's surprised and adoring expression very much at the moment, which makes him feel that he finally has some capital to let Qiya live comfortably.

For a long time, Qi Ya has always regarded him as a child who has not grown up and has to take care of everything, and such a relationship makes him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

I don't know how many times, Bo Xiyan wanted to tell Duan Qiya that he had grown into a man, a man who could afford to support Qiya and a family.He has the characteristics of an ordinary mature man, even much better than many of his peers, and everything is for the sake of elegance, and only for elegance.

When he first entered the matchmaking industry, Bo Xiyan was often scolded, and even after doing many things several times, he still couldn't handle them.His personality is not as free and easy as Zhou Hongyi, nor is he as clever, tactful, or shrewd as other colleagues.He doesn't talk much, and his personality is called introverted and reserved, or depressed and gloomy. Fortunately, his parents gave him a handsome appearance, coupled with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude, which made him popular among many male and female clients. After opening the way, he climbed to the current position step by step.

After several years of tempering, the current Bo Xiyan has become much smoother, although he still can't change the indifference and arrogance in his bones.He can't count how much effort he has put in, but he feels that everything is worth it.As long as it is exchanged for a compliment from Qi Ya or a look of admiration, then everything is worth it.

"So Qiya, you really don't have to save me, you can buy whatever you want in the future." Smiling and drinking the fruit tea that Qiya just made, Bo Xiyan suddenly became more confident in his gestures. The jet-black eyes are like obsidian, seductive in their calmness.

"En." Nodding, Duan Qiya didn't say anything more, but carefully put away the passbook, while planning the future for Bo Xiyan in her heart.

From the day he just adopted Bo Xiyan, Duan Qiya secretly made big and small life plans for him.

Junior high school, high school, university, up to now, day by day, year by year, they are trying their best to plan for him.Although Xiao Yan is stubborn, he is also sensible. Except for the first year when he got along with him, he studied hard and worked hard every day according to his own arrangement.