After being seized by the pillow man

The touch on the face was very gentle, Xu Shi went out for a while just now, Xi Han's fingertips were slightly cool, and they touched his cheek lightly, as if touched by a piece of jade, the coolness was very comfortable.

Yin Yansheng took a breath, he had been crying for too long, and now there was a slight sense of tension on the skin, he raised the back of his hand to wipe it off randomly, Xi Han stretched out his hand to stop his movement.

Xi Han wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and put his other hand through Yin Yansheng's knee. Yin Yansheng felt a blur in front of his eyes, and he was directly picked up by Xi Han from the ground.

"Ah!" He was so caught off guard, he yelled, subconsciously stretched out his hand to hug Xi Han's shoulder, and said anxiously: "You put me down, I will walk by myself."

Being hugged like this is really... shameful.

Xi Han's face remained unchanged, as if his weight of more than 100 jin was nothing in his arms, he carried him firmly to the sofa, then stretched out his hand to cover Yin Yansheng's eyes, and turned on the light by himself.

It took a few seconds for him to remove his palm, and his palm was stained with tears, as if a few drops of rainwater had fallen on it, making it wet.

He only looked at Yin Yansheng under the bright light in the living room. His eyes were already red, and there were still bright marks left by water marks on his face. Traces of crying.

In fact, Yin Yansheng seldom shed tears in front of him. His little friend was strong since he was a child, and when things happened, he just pressed his lips tighter, and most of the time he gritted his teeth and carried it.

But he really shed tears today, he didn't know how many grievances he had endured, and it all flowed out like venting.

He cried silently, with a hollow expression on his face, and he let the tears fall slowly. There was a darker water mark on the sleeve of the gray pajamas, which was the mark left by the tears just now.

Xi Han took a wet towel to wipe his face, his movements were extraordinarily delicate, he only carefully wiped away the tears on his face, and brushed the white and soft skin inch by inch, leaving a semi-wet touch.

Yin Yansheng raised his eyes to look at Xi Han, his eyes were very deep, and the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, when he stared at someone like this, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and he was a good flirt, but now he wiped his face meticulously, There are some reflections of white wet wipes in the black pupils, as if treating a beloved treasure.

Yin Yansheng wanted to cry again.

He quietly turned his eyes away, and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you do this to everyone?"

Thoughtful, perfect lover, even when angry, she won't say anything serious.

Xi Han understood the words without beginning or end.

His face had been wiped clean, and Yin Yansheng's skin showed a delicate whiteness. He put away the wet wipes, sat by himself and massaged his legs that had become numb from squatting for too long: "No."

Xi Han's movements under his hands were moderate. When he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were thick and black and long, and he had a deserted face, as if a piece of jade had turned into a human form.

Quiet and quiet, as quiet as snow.

Xi Han raised his eyes and said, "Only you."

Yin Yansheng lowered his eyes, he was thinking about the things in the bar, and pretended to be unintentional: "What happened to that person in the bar today, did someone make things difficult for him?"

After a short pause, he added, "Just like me back then."

He rubbed the hem of his clothes with his fingers, as if he had found a toy to pass the time, but he really wanted to prick up his ears and listen attentively.

Xi Han glanced at him, caught a glimpse of the small movements of his right hand, the corner of his clothes could be rolled up in his hands.

If you don't know what Yin Yansheng is awkward at this time, then it's not Xi Han.

He understood what was going on as soon as he thought about it, and rubbed the other leg for him: "I don't know what happened to that man, it was Feng Yiran who rescued him."

Yin Yansheng said: "Really? You didn't lie to me?"

He looks quite innocent now, his eyes are more or less black and white, and after crying just now, he is as wet as a cub.Even if there is a little suspicion now, it doesn't make people angry or unhappy, I just feel that the mind is pure and cute.

At this moment, Xi Han raised his lips and said, "When have I ever lied to you?"

He recalled what happened back then, his voice was very soft, and in the atmosphere where the two were alone, he seemed to be saying a touching love story: "I walked into a bar at random that night, and saw you while drinking."

A few flashes of memories flashed across his eyes, and at this time he gently scratched his calf with his fingers: "You were sitting on the inner side of the stage at that time, you were as clear and proud as a green bamboo, I was just thinking Whose family is this kid, how could he be willing to let people see it."

Encounters always carry some other meaning in memory. The 19-year-old Yin Yansheng is thin and cold and arrogant, and his face is cold when he half-closes his eyes. Xi Han has seen good-looking people, he has seen all kinds of beauties, but he has never seen such a beautiful woman. A person can grow into his heart.

Shaking the branch leisurely, his heart was scratched, and it became very soft.

Yin Yansheng was very embarrassed. When he scratched his calf through a layer of fabric just now, there was a series of numbness. He gently retracted his leg: "There is nothing to be reluctant to part with. It's just to make money."

He started to make money since he was a child, suffered a lot, and developed a rough personality. If there is any hard work or not willing to part with it, as long as he can make money, he will basically do any job.

It is probably only people like Xi Jiaojiao who have been pampered since childhood would think about these things.

Xi Han smiled and said, "The kid is amazing." He praised him sincerely, without any hypocrisy.

Yin Yansheng looked away, and his eyes fell on the brocade box on the coffee table.

The cuboid box is as long as one and a half palms of an adult man, and its width is about fifteen centimeters. It is assembled with a mortise and tenon structure. A heavy sense of history.

On the face is a lock in the shape of auspicious clouds, painted with a few rich and noble peonies painted in gold, beautiful and deep, it is like the dowry of a woman in the Ming Dingshi family of the ancient clock, and its weight can be known by unworthy extra decorations.

Yin Yansheng asked: "What kind of material is this wood?" It is very beautiful.

Xi Han said casually, "It seems to be red sandalwood."

Yin Yan fell silent, even if he didn't care about the wood, he knew the preciousness of the small-leaf red sandalwood. With a width of only fifteen centimeters, the tree will grow for an unknown number of years. With this box, it is no exaggeration to say that it can be brought to the antique market. You can easily change it back to a car.

Seeing Yin Yansheng's gaze, Xi Han stretched out his hand to take it over, turned to Yin Yansheng and said, "Kids, open it and have a look."

Yin Yansheng opened it gently, with a soft click. Inside was covered with a layer of bright yellow cloth, and on it was a white jade pendant tied with a red thread. It was extremely moist and warm to the touch.

Xi Han reached out and took it out, he held the red string with both hands and watched the jade pendant dangle: "Come here, I'll bring it for you."

Yin Yansheng hesitated: "Is this very expensive?"

He kept giving gifts before, but he subconsciously felt that the gifts this time were different from the usual ones.

Jade has a very special meaning in Chinese culture. The earliest ancestors even believed that it could communicate with the gods. In ancient times, it was the embodiment of status and synonymous with virtue. It is often said that "a gentleman has no reason, and jade does not die." , this kind of thing is not the same as the luxury goods of those modern big brands.

Xi Han said indifferently: "No matter how precious it is, it is yours. No one is worthy of it except my children. Come here."

Yin Yansheng obediently seemed to lean forward, the feeling of skin touching the rope came from his neck, and Xi Han almost tied him up with his arms around him.

He stepped back a little, reached out and unbuttoned the collar of Yin Yansheng's jacket.

Yin Yansheng's skin is very white, not the white of milk, but a cold white like white marble, paired with a bright red string, the combination of the two colors has other meanings.

He admired it for a while, and couldn't help but raised his hand to tie another button.

Yin Yansheng stretched out his hand to touch it, and Xi Han said, "You must always keep this on, and you are not allowed to take it off."

"What about taking a bath?"

"You have to bring it too."

Yin Yansheng touched Yu and said, "I didn't know you were back until I came back today and saw this box." He said softly, "You were not at home when you came back, and went directly to the bar."

After nearly four days of separation, Xi Han actually went directly to the bar when he came back. He felt unbearable for a while, and the unhappiness happened between the two of them.

Xi Han glanced at the box: "I didn't go directly to the bar." He twirled his fingertips, his gaze sank a little: "I went to the company to pick you up."

He went to the company to pick up Yin Yansheng. At that time, there were only two people left on the whole floor, and there was a female voice in the office. He listened to the door for a few seconds out of curiosity, and finally heard that sentence.

Yin Yansheng was very surprised: "Why don't you come in?"

Xi Han took a deep look at him, and there was no emotion in his voice: "I heard you say that you don't want to meet me."