When I came out I picked up a nemesis

After the meal, Han Qiao and Ge You lay paralyzed on the sofa, playing the Xiaoxiaole that comes with Taobao with the corners of his lips bent, without any dominance.

Xie Ruiyan was wearing Han Qiao's gray apron, working on the dishwasher, cleaning the countertops, and the range hood in the kitchen.

It's all Mr. Han's routine.

Xie Ruiyan finished cleaning once a week, walked to the sofa and sat down, like an adult Alaska weighing nearly [-] catties, pushed Han Qiao to the side with his farts cursingly: "Don't occupy the middle, I want to rest."

"Thank you." Han Qiao took out a hand cream from the back of his waist, squeezed it on the back of Xie Ruiyan's hand, and squeezed it for himself. The backs of their hands were side by side, and the two round lumps of cream were of great aesthetic value. .

"Wipe your hands."

"It smells so good." Xie Ruiyan felt that his whole body had changed during this period of time. The fatigue and irritability of frantically wiping the range hood just now calmed down. He sniffed his breath and said, "Boss Han is very delicate." Han Qiao went to Xie Ruiyan's back Look on the neck: "Isn't Xiao Xie very delicate?"

The rabbit ear pajamas were changed back to the bear style, and Xie Ruiyan flattened the originally curly bear beard on the hood one by one, instantly changing from ordinary cheap pajamas to well-maintained cheap pajamas.

Of course, Xie Ruiyan would not tell Han Qiao, it was because he used his beard to vent his anger when he couldn't write a song, which was unintentional.

"It turns out that the essence of refinement is compulsive behavior?"

"I didn't say that."

"Then what does Mr. Han want to say?"

"Returning to the topic of Weibo - I don't have stomach problems, I don't smoke and no one around me smokes, I only like work, I never contact the doctor in the middle of the night when I have an emergency, and I don't have any doctor friends. Liu Dong has a few."

"The memory is really good, I can remember it for such a long time." Xie Ruiyan laughed, spread the hand cream more, and smelled the smell carefully, it seemed to be a rose, sweet and greasy with a little bitterness, Han Qiao would like it the taste of.

"Remember it because it's fun, and you read it in rhythm."

Xie Ruiyan looked down at the phone, and asked again: "It's been a long time since you saw the young master smiling?"

Han Qiao: "I'm just an ordinary worker around Dong Liu."

Xie Ruiyan: "You obviously saved Fuxi Violin Factory, and you are still a partner of Dianmusic. Too much modesty is hypocrisy."

Han Qiao: "You also said this on Weibo."

Han Qiao originally mentioned it casually, but Xie Ruiyan remained silent for a long time.Han Qiao raised his eyes curiously, met Xie Ruiyan's eyes, and found that Xie Ruiyan's eyes were soft.

"I know the high-five last time does not mean a complete reconciliation. It is not so easy to forgive someone." Xie Ruiyan curled up a little, arms around his legs and said, "Those on Weibo are my intentional slander. I didn't fully understand you. I said it on my own initiative.”

Han Qiao laughed: "So why did you fight against me at that time? Is it because of too much academic pressure?"

Xie Ruiyan: "No matter what the reason is, it's because I'm not clear-headed. I hope you can give me a chance to make amends, and I can do anything."

Xie Ruiyan put down his legs, got up and bowed to Han Qiao again.His waist was soft enough, and the 90-degree right angle was like the solemnity of the farewell ceremony for the corpse, which made Han Qiao's temple nerves twitch wildly.

"Don't do such a big gift, I want to live for decades." Han Qiao hurriedly pulled him back to the sofa and sat down, "I knew how flexible your waist was from the moment you hugged the chicken leg. In the past, I’m not that curious, so don’t take it to heart if I don’t mention it.”

Xie Ruiyan finally smiled: "Thank you."

Han Qiao: "Want to thank me?"

Xie Ruiyan: "Yes."

Han Qiao: "Then laugh more."

Xie Ruiyan: "Huh?"

Han Qiao: "I like to see others cry, but I will be happier if I can make them laugh. If you have dimples, use them to remedy them."

Xie Ruiyan: "Oh..."

Han Qiao: "Come closer."

Xie Ruiyan obediently approached.

Han Qiao: "Come closer."

Xie Ruiyan pouted: "We are almost close together, don't even try to get in touch with me at a negative distance, I don't want to sell myself, I hope you know."

"My thoughts are not so dirty." Han Qiao stretched out his sinful index finger, "Dimple, can you poke it?"

Xie Ruiyan covered his face, and the charming little nest disappeared into his palm.

"Could this be Boss Han's unpretentious hobby? Out of ten overlords, one likes to pick other people's dimples?" Xie Rui said in a low voice, his voice almost changed, "I don't know if I should say a word about hai."

"I don't really poke, just take a closer look, and you lean closer."

Xie Ruiyan simply stood up, walked in front of Han Qiao again, sat on the carpet under the sofa, looked up at the person.

Han Qiao's palm pressed on the top of Xie Ruiyan's head.

"It's a bit like Beethoven, and it always looks at me from this angle."

"I'm not as cute as it is, you're admiring me."

"Cuteness has different styles and types, and you are also great." Han Qiao carefully looked at Xie Ruiyan's face.

Wheat-colored skin, not to mention compared with Beethoven, is also completely different from Han Qiao. When he smiles, it looks like wine made from wheat, with a breath of breeze blowing through the waves of wheat.

"This dimple is God's kiss on your cheek."

Before Han Qiao's face-pinching sneak attack, Xie Ruiyan got up and walked away: "My patience is limited. If you say I'm cute, touch my head, or want to touch my face, I won't laugh. Gay is gay. Yes, don't do that."

Without a deterrent threat, Han Qiao frowned, covered his lips, and yawned while sitting on the sofa.

It's a pity it's not night yet, and now he just wants to sleep well.