When I came out I picked up a nemesis

Xie Ruiyan placed a big order on the vegetable shopping app, bought a lot of apples, and baked apple pie for Han Qiao, and he was also greedy. The two picked up the pie and bumped into each other.

"What do you respect?"

"Just respect Fuxi for turning the crisis into safety."

"Great idea, cheers! Ow, hot—"

"Eat slowly, I'll blow one for you."

"No, I can blow it myself." Xie Ruiyan laughed and shouted, "Mommy."

"Oh, dog."

Han Qiao wiped the diced apple in the pie on Xie Ruiyan's lips.Xie Ruiyan rolled his tongue and swallowed the juice from Han Qiao's fingertips.

"Unsanitary."

"Your hands are clean." Xie Ruiyan licked the corners of his lips and stuck out his tongue, "Slightly!"

Han Qiao: "..."

It's really a dog.

How did the two of them become such an unexpected state?

Two days later, a job confirmation letter arrived in Han Qiao's mailbox, and he and Xie Ruiyan disagreed about work matters.

The previous incident left a few key personnel, and now some people want to come back, but other people in the team have some opinions on this, thinking that they will come back when they come back, and they even asked for a salary increase, which created a gap inside.

Even Liu Ling, who initially approved this matter, started to go berserk, and Han Qiao had to spend energy sending back emails, writing comforting words, and reading them as replying.

After the online chattering, the tone towards the cohabitant offline can't help but be a bit heavier: "You don't need to worry about it, take care of yourself."

Xie Ruiyan was taken aback for a moment, and no longer insisted on his point of view with Han Qiao. Dragging his slippers, heel landed, he rushed to the sofa, hugged the sofa pillows, and began to perform rolling around.

Han Qiao's anger dissipated before he got up: "What's wrong? Stomach discomfort?"

"You are the straightest man in the universe! I'm sad! I'll be your music director, work overtime with you, and you let me take care of myself! Eat my pie and spit it out!"

"Xie Ruiyan, that's not what I meant."

"Look, you still call me by my full name, and you don't love me at all."

"Xiao Xie..." Han Qiao walked to the edge of the sofa and gently patted his head, "How do you want me to spit it out? I'll go to the bathroom to pick my throat now, okay?"

"Ahhh!" Xie Ruiyan pulled his hair frantically, "God, you might as well quarrel with me if you show weakness. Listen to what you said, who made you vomit!"

"Xiao Xie..."

"You go to work." Xie Ruiyan sat up from the sofa, and slowly hugged Han Qiao's waist, "I know you are in a hurry, don't worry, there must be a way before the car reaches the mountain, and the matter will be resolved by itself. "

"Ah."

"Go to work, don't be late, boss."

"Okay." Han Qiao curled his lips, held Xie Ruiyan's face with both hands, lowered his head, and moved closer.

But even he himself didn't know why he did it.

What does he want to do, cling to someone's cheek?Rubbing the tip of your nose?Or a kiss on the forehead?

Before Xie Ruiyan's face burned, Han Qiao let go.

Xie Ruiyan slammed down on the sofa, unable to get up again.

"I'm going to work."

After Han Qiao said something, Xie Ruiyan reluctantly stretched out a hand and waved it in front of him.

"For nothing, Mommy."

After Han Qiao left, Xie Ruiyan started posting on Weibo.His little account originally had zero attention and zero fans, but recently it has gained three active fans, not for anything else, just to watch him post a piece of unnutritive complaints in a few days.

Did you get teased by Mr. H today: "The blood tank is empty again."

Xie Ruiyan quickly received three comments.

Melon eater 1: "What's wrong, sister, rwkk!"

Melon-eating crowd 2: "Big brother, your blood volume has dropped a bit frequently recently. I'm afraid you have three lows, low blood sugar, low blood fat, and low blood pressure."

Melon-eating crowd 3: "What kind of show operation is your boss H doing again, let me hear it?"

Did you get teased by Mr. H today: "I confessed to him tactfully a few days ago. We had a quarrel this morning. He held my face in his hands, lowered his head, and got closer and closer to me. I was struggling in my heart. When Don't close his eyes, he froze for a moment, as if he didn't understand what he was doing, he let go of his hand."

Melon-eating crowd 1: "Okay, dare A go up and confess to the president Baba! And then what? Did you take the initiative to go up and kiss?"

Did you get teased by Mr. H today: "And then nothing happened. His stupid feeling is so cute, but also disgusting. I thought he was a charming and handsome man who was everywhere, but I didn't expect him to be a wooden beauty. How could it be?" so."

Melon eater 2: "Although I'm a straight guy who even my girlfriend despises me, I know that from what you said, you are very wronged now."

Melon eater 3: "It's too restless."

Melon-eaters who came out of nowhere 4: "The sisters upstairs have the truth."

Melon eater 1: "Congratulations to the new fan, this Weibo has nothing but a poor guy who can't catch up with the boss."

Did you get teased by Mr. H today: "? I'm not pitiful!"

"Then you admit that you are pursuing him? Don't you?"

"Yes..." The main blogger was tearful, "But I don't think I have anything to give, how could this be..."

"Duck! Offer yourself to him!"

"?!"

As Xie Ruiyan said, there must be a way for a car to reach the mountain.

After Han Qiao's careful communication, things quickly progressed.

The request for a salary increase was a miscommunication between the two parties. The original head of the R&D department was assigned a quota salary increase, and the colleague who returned was transferred to another department according to his own wishes to do administrative work during a three-month probationary period.

After the meaning was straightened out, the matter came to a successful conclusion.

Han Qiao was able to get off work two hours earlier, staggered the evening rush hour, and went to the supermarket to follow the aunts and uncles to snap up a lot of eggs and vegetables at a low price. The low-key Volkswagen bus turned into a nearby shopping mall.

Han Qiao parked the car and looked for the peace gift he wanted to give Xie Ruiyan in the mall.

Those that are too expensive seem suspicious, and those that are cheap do not conform to the aesthetics of the rich second generation.

Han Qiao inexplicably thought of the scene of Xie Ruiyan rolling around on the sofa in the morning, making people worry that he would fall off the sofa again and land on the back of his head.

I really want to hug him, keep him from falling, and then take the opportunity to get up...

What are you doing here?

Stop, I came to the mall to give a gift of reconciliation, just like the cake that Xie Ruiyan gave him at that time, although Liu Ling gave it, but at least his heart was in it.

Han Qiao wandered into a trendy toy store that Zhuang Bi and his sister often went to, looked at the dolls all over the wall, and sighed.

When their company's electronic musical instruments can be piled up so full of walls in offline stores all over the country, he will definitely take Xie Ruiyan to check in and take photos with them one by one.

Han Qiao began to think about what pose the two of them should use to take selfies. Is it the ordinary scissorhands, or sticking to the face and showing eight teeth, or each with an arm, and half of the big heart?

Wait, why is it Xie Ruiyan again.

On the other hand, the cocky boy shop assistant was also watching him secretly: Han... Han Qiao? !Could this be a fateful encounter?Fortunately, I put on full makeup today, the day when I become a canary is coming!

The clerk walked over, and with the sweetest and most pleasant voice, enthusiastically introduced the doll closest to Han Qiao: "Sir, have you taken a fancy to this bunny? It's so cute, it's super popular now, yes The joint design of Chinese designer xx and jpxx club, limited edition~"

While talking, he leaned towards Han Qiao, "Sir, besides the animal dolls, do you want to see the real ones? It's on my... left hand side? Hey, sir, are you listening?"

Han Qiao concentrated on looking at the tag. The price tag was 199, which was too cheap for Xie Ruiyan and not a very good gift.

Han Qiao lowered his eyes and asked, "How many bodies are limited?"

"Uh..." The clerk froze, and paused next to the person's movements.It wasn't a limited edition at all, he said nonsense.

"Sir, this fabric is very rubbing, made of pure cotton, soft and skin-friendly, and machine washable."

"That's it." Han Qiao looked at the 100% cotton written on the tag, raised his eyes, his beautiful peach eyes were bent, and the voice under the mask was clearly discernible, "Is there any discount? I have a card, help me earn points, please is you."

"Huh? Oh...no trouble no trouble!"

Han Qiao swiped his card to pay the bill, his tone and demeanor were gentle and distant, the clerk watched the handsome boss walk out of the store, and suddenly stopped wanting to hook up.

He really can't forget the phrase "If possible, even discounts and credit card points will be accumulated together."

And "At the counter is a set of sticky notes and markers that are free when you spend [-] yuan? I scan the QR code to make up [-] yuan, and give me a set, thank you."

Is this still the handsome and rich CEO?It is simply the best stingy person of the year, and I can't help but want to share it with all the sisters in the circle.

Thinking of that face, finally died down.

Seeing the beauty up close makes everyone angry, but in front of Han Qiao, he is ashamed to be a 0, and the drama of the domineering president falling in love with me has also withered.

Grandet's beauty is simply poisonous...

Han Qiao walked out of the store, smiling and shaking his head.When the opponent approached him, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't expect that his demeanor, which was accurate to credit card points, could instantly kill a person.

Body language is sometimes easier to guess than words, but it is Xie Ruiyan who Han Qiao can't figure out.

"Apple of my eye" is like a riddle, always echoing in Han Qiao's ears, and was simultaneously interpreted by himself as "I only like you".

Han Qiao pinched the pillow, as if pinching Xie Ruiyan's face.

The pillow was as black as a briquette, and it was soft when hugged. It made people feel unbearable to treat it roughly. The clerk was distracted before and gave a small gift bag. Han Qiao was unwilling to fold it in half and put it in a handbag that didn't fit the size.

Han Qiao thought to himself, if Xie Ruiyan didn't like this black rabbit, he could hug it and sleep with it himself.

So, under the attention of everyone, the long-haired young man in a suit and leather shoes held a rabbit pillow in his arms and took the elevator from the fifth floor of the shopping mall to the underground parking lot.

Then put the body-length pillow on the seat, fastened the seat belt on it, and drove home humming the tune of "Cat's Claw" which was not on the tune all the way.

Xie Ruiyan hadn't sat in his passenger seat before, and the rabbit sat first, Han Qiao thought inexplicably.

When I got home, I felt so good in my hand that I didn't want to let it go.

Of course, without Xie Ruiyan himself, the feeling is better.

Facing a black "rabbit", Xie Ruiyan showed embarrassment, and asked whether it was a rabbit or a dog, what the merchant thought when designing it, how could this kind of thing be cute, and why it was worth 200 yuan.

Mr. Han, who thought the rabbit was so cute, got shot in the knee.He wanted to get the rabbit back, but Xie Ruiyan hugged him and didn't let go, and even transferred 199 to Han Qiao according to the tag price.

"The rabbit is mine now, don't take it away."

"It's yours. I bought it for you. I'm worried that you won't like it."

"will not."

"You despised it just now, why now... the princess hugs it?"

Xie Ruiyan hugged the pillow with both hands, turned it upside down, pulled up his short rabbit hand, and offered a hand kiss: "Practice in advance."

"Practice what?"

Xie Ruiyan hugged the pillow tightly, put his index finger on his lips, and blinked at Han Qiao: "Secret, I'm doing special training."

"?"

This day Han Qiao got off work, and it was rare to see Xie Ruiyan working directly in the living room.

Listen carefully, Xie Ruiyan is dubbing with a female voice, and he doesn't shy away from him at all.

The voice is clean, the voice line is in place, and it can't be recognized as a man's voice at all. The tone, endings, and intonation of the voice are all just right. I don't know how long it took to practice it.

Han Qiao felt a sense of disobedience for a moment, and Xie Ruiyan had become less and less defensive towards him recently.

Xie Ruiyan raised his eyes and showed a perfect smile to Han Qiao. He perfectly fulfilled his promise to show Han Qiao three dimples a day, although the person involved has not remembered it because of the fragments after drinking.

After taking off Egon's vest, Xie Ruiyan looked more relaxed, as if he had lost his mental burden.

After dinner, he also took the initiative to invite Han Qiao into the cat room.

"Why did you suddenly invite me in?"

"Because there is a little difference, I want to show you."

After entering the door, Han Qiao was slightly taken aback.

After Han Qiao made it clear that Xie Ruiyan had the absolute right to use the cat room, Xie Ruiyan changed the layout of the room.

Xie Ruiyan carefully cleaned the corners of the room, repaired the stained wall coverings, and made the overall tone of the room more uniform.

There is a badly damaged spot on the southeast corner, which Beethoven used to sharpen his claws, and now the paw prints are preserved as a souvenir.

The climbing frame that was originally in the corner of the wall was moved to the middle, and Xie Ruiyan’s usual musical instruments bought by himself, as well as the electronic musical instruments borrowed from Han Qiao, were neatly stacked on each part of the climbing frame, like Christmas tree decorations. The decoration of the lights is like a climbing frame full of cats with the names of various musical instruments.

One side of the climbing frame is a desk and chair, and the other side is a tatami mat. On the tatami mat is a pure black rabbit pillow with long ears.

Now the rabbit pillow has undergone a slight change - Xie Ruiyan tied a bow on the rabbit's ears with a large intestine hair band, the ears drooped down, and the vertical ears became lopped ears, which looked a bit like a pair of ponytails.

Han Qiao: "?"

While feeling sorry for the pure natural upright rabbit ears of the pillow, I also feel that Xie Ruiyan's brain holes are everywhere.

The two were wearing pajamas and sitting on the tatami. Xie Ruiyan handed the pillow to Han Qiao, and Han Qiao hugged it in his arms.

After chatting for a while, Han Qiao's fingers touched Xie Ruiyan's wrist. The skin had slightly different textures, and it was still the same small semicolon tattoo.

Bringing up the tattoo again, Xie Ruiyan smiled nicely, and now he no longer resisted telling Han Qiao the whole truth.

The so-called truth is just a fact that is crueler than ordinary daily life, and it is a daily fragment that is remembered and unforgettable after the occurrence.

Xie Ruiyan told Han Qiao that he got the tattoo when he was an adult.

"On my birthday, my grandma gave me a gift, a secret 'correction statement'. She told me that my mother died not because of an accident, but because of depression and jumped into the sea while on a cruise with my father."

"Your tattoo was done on your birthday?"

"Well, I mustered up the courage to get a tattoo to remind myself to get rid of my dog's temper and care more about the people around me. But in fact, I haven't seen anyone who is more vulnerable than me. Am I very self-conscious? According to one's ability?"

"You helped me a lot, and you said you were beyond your control."

"I didn't help you a lot. At most, I just improved your sleep. This still depends on Mr. Han's own conscious adjustment. I just did what I can, and I tried my best."

Han Qiao reached out, patted the back of Xie Ruiyan's hand, and said in a calm tone, "You are amazing, you are amazing, whether you believe it or not, I think you are amazing."

Xie Ruiyan showed a shallow smile.

"You're really great. In fact, you can skip the people who criticize you and see how passionate the comments of those who like you are." Han Qiao asked, "Do you want to hear the story about my mother?"

Xie Ruiyan nodded, and looked at Han Qiao's lips quietly. The light lip color lost a little color when he was talking, and it looked closer to ordinary skin.

He was suddenly a little afraid of the story Han Qiao told, and he felt that he had opened Pandora's box.

But he had no reason to stop Han Qiao from continuing.But any person will have the desire to talk to the right person.

Han Qiao said: "My mother's name is Chen Xian. She is an enthusiastic and outgoing person. Others say that she has a bad mouth and is a bit mean, but I know that she is actually kinder than anyone else. She likes surprises, and she likes to surprise her lover. She has migraines. , Teacher Han and I both thought it was caused by cervical spine problems, an occupational disease that has been engaged in woodcarving for many years."

"She is just like her name when she is working. She has a fairy spirit, and the works she sculpts are not uncommon. She usually talks a lot, but at that time she is quiet and doesn't talk to others. She likes others to like her s work."

"On the wedding anniversary with Mr. Han that year, she was still thinking about carving a pair of rings. She had a migraine and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows to get some air. She stepped on the air...and fell from the 15th floor."

"We were called by the police to watch the surveillance. Teacher Han was like masochistic, replaying the last details over and over again to see her blank expression when she fell. I had to hold him back and persuade him not to watch. He asked me It's not sad, but the collapse of one person in the family is already saturated. His words 'Why are you so cold-blooded, that's your mother', I still can't forget it even now."

"But it was actually my fault. I never told him, and I was very sad. My indifference made him more painful. So I tried to speak out and express my feelings clearly when I encountered anything later." Han Qiao paused, stared at Xie Ruiyan and said, "Just like you, we didn't have a mother when we were young."

But Han Qiao couldn't use a tattoo to remind himself like Xie Ruiyan did, he just wanted to forget.

In the years that followed, Han Qiao always thought about why he suddenly lost his mother on a seemingly ordinary day.

At this moment, Xie Ruiyan seemed to see the young Han Qiao and himself through the current President Han.

That young Xie Ruiyan looked for his mother in the crowd, and found a similar back, but it was not her, and no one came into his room at night, put a kiss on his forehead, and told him that his mother is here, so go to sleep.

Xie Ruiyan said loudly to confirm: "Your home is also on the 15th floor."

"This coincidence, I actually discovered it at the beginning. There was also a 16-story building at the time. I probably didn't choose it to prove myself. But when I really moved in, because of this floor, I was depressed for a long time .I didn't tell anyone about it."

"You might as well take it as a commemoration." After Xie Ruiyan said the comforting words, he felt that he couldn't stand and talk, and added, "Now I'm here too, by your side. If there is something unhappy, just tell me, I will Willing to hear anything, really."

"Thank you, Ruiyan." Han Qiaowen responded softly, "You may not know that I haven't worn white clothes for a long time."

"I know."

Xie Ruiyan observed Han Qiao slowly from the very beginning.

Xie Ruiyan naturally likes to explore his own heart, and also to observe the people he loves.Through careful observation, he discovered a lot about Han Qiao.

He knew that Han Qiao didn't like to wear white, even if it was just a scarf, there were few pure white sheets and quilt covers at home.But he always thought it was Han Qiao's obsession with cleanliness, the white was dirty and hard to wash, but he never thought about the deeper reason.

Han Qiao said: "Actually, I don't hate it. When I was a child, I liked to wear white shirts. It was also the day my mother fell from the building."

That day, Han Qiao wore the white shirt his mother bought for him.The collar was embroidered in the shape of a crescent, and my mother embroidered it by herself. It was a rare day when teachers and classmates praised the clothes as handsome and looked very energetic.

"On the day my father was told to save someone from drowning, I was still wearing the 'processed' dress my mother bought. I hugged my father, and the mud from the bottom of the river stained it."

Han Qiao didn't believe in fate before, but at that moment he had to believe that there would always be God's will in the dark. "

Later, he never wore white clothes again. Even if he was told by the teacher that you must comply with the school rules and wear a school uniform, he, who has always been obedient and sensible, failed to do so.

Later, when I was older, I was still a child. When I saw white things, I would have a headache. When it was the worst, I would feel palpitations when I saw my own skin color. I couldn't pass the exam and handed in a blank paper.

Later, some things happened again, and Han Qiao never went to school again.

There seemed to be no hope in those gloomy days. He couldn't tell what made him insist on living in this unaccompanied world. Maybe it was just an instinctive desire to survive, a cowardice that wanted to die but didn't dare.

When he was an adult, Han Qiao could hardly save any money. Apart from supporting Beethoven, he went to see a doctor everywhere, and re-examined the university well.

I saw a psychiatrist, cooperated well, took medicine, and eased.

"It is said that her migraine is some kind of genetic disease. I know how painful it is when it occurs, so I firmly don't want to have children." Han Qiao looked into Xie Ruiyan's eyes and said slowly, "But the doctor said that it can be as severe as possible. Such frequent and serious diseases are due to the mixture of physical and psychological diseases, which are indistinguishable from each other. Heart disease also needs heart medicine, and medical treatment alone is not enough."

Xie Ruiyan glanced at the white T-shirt he was wearing, and quickly got up, wanting to change it.

"It's okay, it's much better now, and no one can find out anymore." Han Qiao grabbed Xie Ruiyan's wrist and said seriously, "When I was very young, my mother also told me bedtime stories. She likes it. Talking about Liaozhai, even though I was afraid to listen. She told me that people will get a chance in this life, and they may meet their own 'half'."

"Half body? My other half body or soul?"

Han Qiao nodded, his smile was very gentle, but also very lonely.

Some are relatives, some are friends, and some are lovers, but they may not be able to meet each other in this world, so they are extraordinarily precious.

"Our experiences are similar, but also different. The more I dig, the more I want to make you feel better, because through you, I see myself. I can't stand still and let 'myself' be hurt again. "

Xie Ruiyan was stunned, and suddenly raised his head, his wide-eyed deep caramel-colored eyes sparkled with astonishment.

"Are you crying?" Han Qiao asked him.

Xie Ruiyan categorically denied it: "I didn't!"

He turned his back, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, turned his head again, and quietly rubbed against Han Qiao.He smelled the scent of shampoo that was about to fade from Han Qiao's hair, like cherries.

Han Qiao patted Xie Ruiyan on the shoulder: "I just hope that you will not be unhappy. I will be with you and will not leave you."

"you swear."

"I swear."

"I am the same. I will supervise you to go to a better hospital for migraine, and you must have a regular life and rest. It will be much better if you don't cure it." Xie Ruiyan took two deep breaths, then raised his eyes, and his tone became tough, "You As I said, if you want to live for decades, don't go so fast, I will die of pain."

Han Qiao looked at Xie Ruiyan and smiled, not showing it on his face, but very solemn in his heart.

He obviously had a momentary thought that he didn't want the "children" at home to cry because of sadness, but he broke the rules.

After breaking this rule, on the contrary, I felt that seeing Xie Ruiyan's red eye circles was an indescribable feeling.

The moment he saw Xie Ruiyan raised his head, his heart skipped a beat.

Xie Ruiyan also said: "I strive to never run out of inspiration, to be more relaxed and flexible, to write more songs for myself and Fuxi."

I will always be with you, never leave you, and never give up my future easily.

Han Qiao let go of the pillow in his arms, and turned to rua Xiao Xie: "Sing for me, play the guitar, play the violin and play the erhu for me, and serve as a pillow for me. If you want to cook for me, I'm not picky eaters. Anyone who comes is welcome."

Xie Ruiyan: "???"

"Devil." Xie Ruiyan didn't get serious for three seconds, and laughed so hard that everyone fell into Han Qiao's arms. The blush on his eyes hadn't disappeared yet, and he pressed his face against Han Qiao's legs, and asked sullenly, "After exercising in your kitchen , I know now, everything is delicious when fried in oil. Do you eat fried cat cakes?"

Boss Han lightly refused: "It's too dark, how could our boss eat something like this."

"You mean ordinary people can eat it, don't you?" Xie Ruiyan got up from Han Qiao's arms, took advantage of the situation, and gave him a sideways glance, "You don't even eat cat's poop, so you have the nerve to say you love them."

"Xie Ruiyan, I think there's something wrong with you, you're getting less and less of me as an elegant and domineering boss."

"You picked it up yourself, and you have to suffer if it's wrong. Before you became the domineering president, you were Han Qiao, my cohabitant, and, as you said, my 'half body'."

"Admit it so soon?"

"Didn't you ask for it? Or did you deny it immediately after you finished speaking. If I knew it earlier, I should have recorded it all with my mobile phone and played it every time I quarreled."

"Then I'll say it again."

"How can such a shameful confession be said a second time?"

"I'm not ashamed, I'm not you."

"Han Qiao! You!"

The two of them quarreled for a while, their waists softened from laughter, and they sat on the tatami mat panting.

Xie Ruiyan lay down on his back and poked Han Qiao's waist: "Han Qiao, Han Qiao."

Han Qiao also lay down, lying side by side on the tatami with Xie Ruiyan: "I'm here, you say."

"What kind of Tmall elf are you cosplaying?"

"Ok?"

"Thank you. And, sorry."

No matter what the reason was, he had to give thanks and an apology, and Han Qiao would definitely accept it all.

"I accepted it, what else?"

Xie Ruiyan opened his arms, stretched them as hard as he could, and stretched his right arm across Han Qiao's body: "Give you a big hug, I wish you a good dream tonight."

"Hugs are not enough, come to my bed tonight."

"Don't get too far."

"Spring is cold, I am cold, you are hot."

Xie Ruiyan turned to look at him: "After the theory of skin color difference, what kind of theory is this?"

Han Qiao replied with a smile: "Theory of body temperature difference."

"Oh, overlord."

Xie Ruiyan rolled half a circle, pressed on top, covered Han Qiao's body, smelled the faint scent of perfume on Han Qiao's body, and gently picked up a lock of the man's hair with his little finger.

Although Han Qiao "gifted" all his hair to him, sneaking around still felt like being sneaky.

Han Qiao wears the same perfume as Xie Weizhou, but after a long time, it can be more and more proved that in fact, different people will emit completely different unique smells, and now that Xie Ruiyan thinks back to her sister's fragrance, she is no longer anxious and anxious. Afraid, and somewhat missing her softness under her indifference.

Han Qiao raised his eyes and also looked at Xie Ruiyan who was close at hand.

The caramel-colored hair, which was as deep as the eyes, was scattered between Xie Ruiyan's eyebrows.

The little beauty's eyebrows were sharp, but her smile was extremely sweet, her lips were red and full, and the corners of her lips were curved upwards.

The wheat-colored skin was highlighted by the ordinary white pajamas with an indescribable sweetness, and the aroma of mousse cake could be vaguely smelled.

Such a small cake is sticking close to him.

Han Qiao never got close to white, and being next to Xie Ruiyan seemed to be wearing plain white clothes, but he rarely felt uncomfortable.

Han Qiao thought, maybe Xie Ruiyan didn't know that Xie Ruiyan was getting along with him in his own way, and healed his migraine, insomnia, and even the underlying heart disease bit by bit.

"What's the plan for tonight, Mr. Yan?"

Xie Ruiyan opened his lips lightly, rippling in Han Qiao's ears, his voice was like a bowl of lukewarm honey water, flowing down the ear canal and into the heart.

"Go to Boss Han's room and make sure that Boss Han has a good night's sleep. And..."

"You say, I will try my best."

"I'm going to bring the rabbit over so you can watch me hug it to sleep."

"In person, as expected of you."

Xie Ruiyan rolled his eyes, and kissed the three-petal mouth of the rabbit pillow: "I can still do this, I took away your rabbit's first kiss, how about it, are you convinced?"

Han Qiao was startled at first, his skin turned red, and then he laughed harder and harder until he collapsed from laughing, holding Xie Ruiyan's shoulder, the president's airs that he was holding were gone, and his elegance and intelligence disappeared completely.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Our overlord...has gone through professional training..." Han Qiao replied out of breath, "You kissed its eyes."

Xie Ruiyan grabbed his hair, scratching the ground with his toes in embarrassment: "Why, why did you choose such a black rabbit!"

Han Qiao took a deep breath, calmed down, and hugged the man and the rabbit together: "It's close to my own hair color, which makes you feel more hugged."

"???"

Xie Ruiyan: Is it too late to die of anger now?Return all my tears and emotions!

Today's round, the overlord's victory.

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