When I came out I picked up a nemesis

Xie Ruiyan's grandma is no ordinary stingy old lady.Her name is Xu Zhichan, and she was a famous singing artist when she was young. She passed away when Xie Ruiyan just went to study abroad the year before last.

Xie Ruiyan's affection for her is intimate, and his complaints about Han Qiao are naturally affectionate like nostalgia.

Grandma Xu's artistic cells were all passed down to Xie Ruiyan alone. Among the Xie family, Xie Ruiyan performed very well in music, but everyone else was mediocre.

So Xie Ruiyan looked at the musical instrument in the master bedroom, Han Qiao was not surprised by the expression of "Can I touch your piano?"

However, during the few days that Xie Ruiyan lived here, he did not clearly express his willingness to ask Han Qiao to borrow the piano to play and practice, perhaps because the instruments here are too cheap.

These "samples" in Han Qiao's hands are no more than [-] yuan, and Xie Ruiyan has played several violins in the past, and the price of each violin is much higher than the deposit for signing a contract in Fuxi's factory.The cheapest one is said to be worth seven figures. Poverty limits the imagination of people outside the rich.

The "very expensive" Mr. Xie once held the "cheap" violin and appeared with his brother Xie Qiankun at Xie Chengzhang's birthday party.

It was a one-sided "magic battle". It is said that Xie Chengzhang deliberately did it to frustrate the spirit of the two children. Xie Qiankun was suppressed by Xie Ruiyan's aura, and he was like sawing wood all the way. He was completely inferior to his younger brother. Later, it became Xie Ruiyan's solo show.

The wealthy Xie family is not easy.

It's not easy for Xiao Xie, who can be removed from the list and throw his clothes in the snow.

Because Han Qiao and Xie Ruiyan have just started "cohabiting" and are a bit cautious with each other, they basically don't talk at home.

Fuxi reacted sensitively to the outbreak of the epidemic. Most of the company's employees went on vacation early, and Han Qiao also tended to work at home, and only occasionally went to the research institute.

And Xie Ruiyan took some paper and pens, and wrote and drew on the paper.

When Han Qiao walked past Xie Ruiyan, he saw musical notes on it.But it’s just musical notes, musical notes of various shapes. Rather than saying that Xie Ruiyan is writing staves, it’s better to say that he is drawing abstract comic musical notes to pass the boring time without a mobile phone.

Han Qiao finally couldn't help asking: "If you're bored, can I lend you my tablet? Do you need to report to your family that you're safe?"

"No need." Xie Ruiyan waved his hand to refuse, and continued to graffiti casually, "I'm really bored, I'm going to sleep."

As a sub-healthy person with long-term poor sleep, Mr. Han expressed his envy to young people who can fall asleep when they lie down.

Xie Ruiyan draws some weird paintings during the day, watches TV in the living room for a while, eats three meals with Han Qiao, goes to bed at night, and wakes up at seven or eight the next day.

Han Qiao had never had a cohabitant, so he didn't know if this situation was normal; it was only after a long time that he discovered that Xie Ruiyan had been cooperating with his schedule.

Every night, one of them slept on the big bed in the master bedroom, and the other curled up on the sofa in the living room, and the status of the host and guest could be seen at a glance.

On the third night at Han Qiao's house, something happened to Xie Ruiyan.

After Xie Ruiyan fell asleep, he just turned over and fell off the narrow sofa, his head hit the ground with a duang sound.

The voice was dull and not too loud, and it was even more difficult to hear clearly through a door. Han Qiao, who didn't sleep well, rushed over after hearing the sound.

I thought it was the grapefruit I just bought and fell to the ground, but I didn't expect it to be Xie Ruiyan's head.

Han Qiao turned on the night light on the coffee table and asked, "Have you had a concussion?"

Xie Ruiyan was wearing cartoon pajamas, lying motionless on the ground, like a fainting bear.

Han Qiao didn't hear the answer, his heart tightened, and he leaned over to check, Xie Ruiyan suddenly bounced, and yelled: "Aw!"

Like a tiger roaring, Han Qiao was at a loss for words.

Xie Ruiyan: "Scared? Who told you that I have a concussion."

Han Qiao snorted coldly, and his tone was not very good: "Childish ghost, thank you for being three years old."

"Hahaha……"

Xie Ruiyan just started laughing, but stopped after a while, and the smile gradually disappeared.

Han Qiao laughed instead, and reached out to rub the back of Xie Ruiyan's head: "It's really swollen, it hurts from the fall."

Xie Ruiyan gasped from being rubbed by ruthless iron hands, and said bravely, "It doesn't hurt."

"My sofa is small, I've wronged you." Han Qiao's eyes fell on the closed door of the guest room, "It will be dawn later, I will clean the guest room and let you sleep."

Xie Ruiyan felt that Han Qiao was not going to open the mysterious room before, so he refused and said, "No need."

Han Qiao: "You rolled down in the middle of the night and kowtowed until you became a vegetable, and I have to take responsibility to support you for half of your life."

Mr. Xie, who had just touched his head to the ground intimately and hurt even laughing, couldn't refute such a nasty statement for half his life.

Han Qiao: "Or do you want to sleep with me?"

Xie Ruiyan: "No no no no."

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Han Qiao: "Are you so unconfident about your orientation?"

Xie Ruiyan retorted: "Are you guys gays like this?"

Han Qiao: "Actually, I'm also a straight man, baby, the media misinterpreted it and scribbled it."

"Who told the reporter to ask you if you have a boyfriend, and you still get into the trap." Xie Ruiyan obviously watched the interview carefully, and took away Han Qiao's hand rubbing his brain, "Stop rubbing, don't call me baby !"

Han Qiao took advantage of the situation: "Calling you Your Lady Queen?"

Xie Ruiyan was taken aback, Han Qiao was teasing him with the old joke.

Even though he is on the road, he can't lose.

Suddenly, a hoarse and ambiguous mezzo-soprano came from the empty living room.

"Call me, Han Qiao—call me Your Lady Queen—"

The voice was low and gentle, and there was an ecstasy protracted "Yeah~" at the end.

However, there were only two men in the house, and it seemed like a ghost was haunted. Han Qiao was not scared just now, but now he was really scared.

"The smart device is convulsed? Xie Ruiyan, did you hear the Tmall Elf call my name?"

At this time, another voice: "Han Qiao~ah~"

Han Qiao's urge to urinate surged into his bladder, and he almost hugged his deadly enemy in front of him: "Xie Ruiyan!"

He is not afraid of anything, but he is a little afraid of ghosts, otherwise he would not tell the story of Painted Skin to Xie Ruiyan.

Xie Ruiyan resumed his male voice, pushed away Han Qiao's chest, and threatened with a downcast face: "Don't tease me, it won't work."

Han Qiao's heart thumped several times before he realized that it was the little bastard Xie Ruiyan who did it.

In order to study the tastes of contemporary young and middle-aged netizens for music and musical instruments, Han Qiao has watched various musical instruments and song videos, and has also been exposed to two types of vocals. In reality, this is the first time he has seen a man make a female voice. It is still his young man. Beautiful... deadly enemy.

Han Qiao digested for a while, then raised his eyes to look at the instigator.

Xie Ruiyan couldn't be serious for a few seconds, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be pulled to the floor just now, but now he was holding back his laughter under the light, and his dimples were several degrees deep with joy.

After the two met for the second time, Xie Ruiyan smiled so happily for the first time.

The dimple was deep, like a black hole, and it wanted to suck Han Qiao into it.

Looking at it, Han Qiao felt no sense of being frightened at all. He obviously had insomnia due to migraines until the middle of the night, but now he felt a little sleepy.

Xie Ruiyan was still waiting for Han Qiao to get angry, but nothing happened—Han Qiao just said "good night" and went back to his room to rest.

After another two hours of sleep, before dawn, Han Qiao came out of the bedroom with a mop in his hand.

Xie Ruiyan couldn't fall asleep at all, and turned over and over on the sofa, thinking over and over whether his Yujie voice was scary or not, and whether Han Qiao was really angry.

A long mop came into view, and every microfiber suede was covered with damp water vapor.

"What to do!" Xie Ruiyan curled up on the sofa in a ball, afraid that Han Qiao would retaliate against his face with a mop, "Don't come here!"