When I came out I picked up a nemesis

One month after moving in, Xie Ruiyan discovered Han Qiao's difficulty falling asleep under the reminder of Assistant Zhuang.

Although the online "Nakajima Atsushi" also said that he sleeps less, Xie Ruiyan always thinks that it is just occasional lack of rest, who knows that it is a long-term chronic insomnia caused by migraine.

People who don't sleep well don't look very good either. Han Qiao's black eyes appeared a few times, but Xie Ruiyan ignored them for various reasons. Now that he thinks about it, he blames himself.

Xie Ruiyan started to have nothing to do, so he circled around Han Qiao, in the kitchen, in the study, and later, even when Han Qiao went downstairs to throw garbage, Xie Ruiyan also put on a mask and accompanied him all the way.

I was afraid that Han Qiao would fall down if he didn't pay attention.

Not long after, Han Qiao noticed something unusual.

"Do you have something you want to tell me?"

"I have a question."

"You ask, I promise to know everything, and I can say everything."

Xie Ruiyan learned to hit a straight ball: "You kicked me out of bed that day because of a headache? And when we first met, you kept frowning at the beginning because you were not feeling well, not because my second brother troubled you , and you don't like me?"

Han Qiao was sitting on the sofa, holding a book on psychology, and gently pushed the half-gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers: "These are two questions."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer." Xie Ruiyan stood by the sofa and didn't sit down, like a deacon who was reserved and professional, "I really want to know, and I didn't mean to mock you."

Han Qiao twitched his index fingers together: "Kicking you is not entirely a headache, it's a headache that makes your feet less serious. I just wanted you to move away a little bit. I just don't have worldly desires, but it doesn't mean that I hear something nice physically. The voice didn't respond."

Before Xie Ruiyan could react, Han Qiao stretched out his second and third fingers to answer the second question, "At the beginning of the dinner, I had both anger and headache, sorry."

"It's really venting anger."

"I've also reflected on whether it gave you a bad experience that day." Han Qiao raised his head and looked at the people standing beside him with calm eyes, implying subtle fluctuations, "So what you did afterwards, I always I would wonder if it was because I treated you so badly at the beginning that you got more and more angry when you went back, and then decided to do something to Fuxi."

"No, I'm not angry. I took the subject of your conversation away, and you didn't say anything."

"I speak poor French. How could I blame you if you came to the rescue? It's too late to breathe a sigh of relief, thank you."

The two finally talked to each other at the end of that year. Xie Ruiyan let go of his guard and turned to attack: "My second brother just walked away, and I talked to you. What did he say that was not good?"

Han Qiao shook his head slightly: "It's not bad at all."

Han Qiao wants to say, your rich and arrogant second brother just wants to take care of me and engage in py transactions.

But this cannot be said truthfully, Xie Ruiyan had to blow up, and then consciously made up the drama of "because my brother said he wanted to take care of you, so you take in his brother".

Han Qiao thought for a while, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed X's cold and domineering sneer: "Because I am good-looking, your brother said that he has a crush on me, and he is willing to love Plato."

Xie Ruiyan was dumbfounded, and said for a long time: "I should have thought that there was something wrong with the way he looked at you!"

"?"

Han Qiao didn't expect Xie Ruiyan to accept the setting that Xie Qiankun liked him and suddenly became pure so quickly.

According to this setting, Han Qiao continued to ask: "It is said that brothers have similar visions, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Ruiyan hurriedly replied as if trying to cover up: "I'm different from him. I'm straight. Don't think that our relationship has improved because I like you."

Han Qiao: "Say the last sentence again."

Xie Ruiyan: "I like you?"

Han Qiao: "You are so cute, I like you too."

Xie Ruiyan: "?"

Xie Ruiyan: "????????"

After all, Mr. Xie still exploded online: "You take advantage of others like this, don't all your employees resign?"

Han Qiao: "I usually don't take advantage of others, but the one who lives in my house is not someone else. Liu Ling said that you are my man."

Xie Ruiyan jumped up from the sofa, and took away the book Han Qiao was holding in his hand as punishment.

"Your book was kidnapped by me!"

"I want to redeem my book, you make an offer."

"Tore the ticket! Goodbye!"

Xie Ruiyan went back to the house blushing with anger, and was still full of anger when he came out to eat at night, his cheeks flushed.

After the dinner bell rang, Xie Ruiyan returned the finished book to Han Qiao. Han Qiao flipped through it casually, and there were a few pages clipped on it, with short and concise annotations. The "bipolar disorder" read by Han Qiao That page begins.

Han Qiao said: "Next time you want to make annotations, you can write them directly on the book like me. For fear of confusing handwriting, there are gel pens of different colors in the first drawer in my study."

"I remember." Xie Ruiyan finished answering, and asked with an angry face like a puffer fish, "What do you mean not someone else?"

Han Qiao put down his book, turned around and went into the kitchen, put the fried chicken wings with crispy mashed potatoes on the table, and asked with the corner of his lips bent: "What? You mean, you are my man?"

Xie Ruiyan lay on the table, buried his head in his arms, and said sullenly, "You run away after teasing, why is that?"

Han Qiao fished the man out of his arms, and forced a pair of chopsticks over him.

Xie Ruiyan raised his eyebrows, squinted at Han Qiao, and picked up the chopsticks to pinch Han Qiao's chopsticks. The two of them fought with chopsticks, and the swords and swords were vivid and hearty, even worse than when Xie Ruiyan was playing "Horse Racing".

Han Qiao raised his chopsticks to surrender first, filled Xie Ruiyan's wine glass with cherry-flavored rum, and poured himself 100% Huiyuan Fresh Orange.

Xie Ruiyan: "..."

Han Qiao: "Forgive me, you know I made a mistake after drinking, so I can only replace wine with fruit juice. Cheers?"

"Cheers. Wait, for what?"

"Clinking glasses must be reasonable." Han Qiao thought for a while, "To celebrate your coming to my house for a month?"

"It's clear that you picked me up for a month."

"What's the difference? It turns out that you are happy to live here, isn't it great." Han Qiao put the chicken wings into Xie Ruiyan's bowl, "Painting cakes is the instinct of capitalists, and the salary I promised you is still not enough." I gave it to you, so you can live in peace of mind, you owe me, I owe you, perfect balance."

Xie Ruiyan murmured: "You are not black-hearted, you are more principled than most bosses I know."

"Thank you for looking up to me so much."

"If you are always polite, don't try to touch my head."

"You're welcome, I'm not only touching your head, but I'm also coveting your dimples."

The blush on Xie Ruiyan's face has completely subsided, and there is no trace of it being touched anymore.

But the person concerned always feels that this part is a little itchy, and under the gaze of the other party, he is too embarrassed to scratch it.

The fried chicken wings were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the potato coating was crispy and delicious. Xie Ruiyan lowered his head, endured the itching on the dimples, and ate two more bowls.

A few days later, Xie Ruiyan rushed into Han Qiao's study like a whirlwind.

"Han Qiao!" Xie Ruiyan yelled, "Can you stop me when I serve the third bowl of rice every day???"

Han Qiao put down the electric music in his hand, and smiled slightly: "What's the matter? You are growing up, so it's okay to eat more."

"I'm already 23, and my mental age can't be remedied by eating!" Xie Ruiyan was almost howling, pulling up the hem of his pajamas, "Look at my eight-pack abs, it's turned into a four-pack! My figure If you become ugly, you will compensate me!"

"what?"

Han Qiao's expression was blank for a few seconds, and then he laughed without guilt, making his whole body tremble.

"What are you laughing at?? My toughest strengths are gone!!"

"It looks good now. Work out more, follow your old x-sport videos, and your tough guy abs will come back."

"Don't laugh! I'm talking to you, and you start laughing again..."

"Pfft." Han Qiao couldn't hold back, laughed a couple of times before saying, "About your abs, it's really like the little game we've been playing recently."

"?"

"Xiaoxiaole."

Xie Ruiyan grabbed Boss Han's long hair, and clung to him violently, making people feel the overwhelming anger of Mount Tai: "Destroy, Han Qiao!"

"Xie Ruiyan, you smell so good, are you really not wearing perfume on your body?"

"It's obviously you who sprays the perfume, so don't touch me."

Han Qiao sniffed the collar suspiciously: "Really? It might be on you."

Xie Ruiyan followed suit and got closer.

In the past, he thought that Han Qiao liked to wear long hair and wear perfume, it must be because he was a delicate gay guy, but when he got in touch with him, he found that Mr. Han was clearly a delicate, cold, straight man.

Why she wears long hair and why she wears perfume becomes a little suspense, which can only be summed up by saying that everyone has different hobbies. Mr. Han is actually an oversized flirt.

Han Qiao has the same Chanel No. 5, aldehyde floral notes, a beautiful feminine fragrance that collides and fuses artificial and natural fragrances, and is a fragrance that many women will like.

In the past, Xie Ruiyan would feel at ease when he smelled it, because it was sprayed by Xie Weizhou, the smell of warmth, the embrace of his sister.

Ever since something happened, he has been feeling ashamed, blamed and angry, subconsciously hating himself and avoiding the scent.

But when he was close to Han Qiao, the fragrance that emanated was endowed with a new meaning.

Today's Xie Ruiyan, every time he smells this smell, he thinks: Ah, it's Han Qiao.

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