cute crush method

Bai Xiang smiled and looked at the messages in the group. His forehead seemed to be hurting again after the infusion that had brought down his fever just now. He slumped on the bed weakly, and his phone vibrated twice.

The third child: [Xiaobai, you come to live at my house, and you are worried that no one will accompany me to school. 】

Bai Xiang was taken aback with a smile. If he had to choose between Han Xing's house and Lao San's house, he would definitely live in Lao San's house without hesitation. Even if he owed Lao San a favor, it would be more embarrassing than living under the same roof with Han Xing. better.

Little Panda: [Thank you, third child, if there is really no place to live in two days, I can only trouble you. 】

The third child: [What is this? We are all brothers. You can live in my house all the time. (Hey hey.jpg)]

Bai Xiangxiao sighed helplessly, he was somewhat moved by the boldness of the third child.

I looked at the time, and before I knew it, it was almost ten o'clock.

Bai Xiangxiao picked up a brand new toothbrush and towel, stood at the door of the room and made mental preparations for a while, then raised his hand to open the door, walked into the next bathroom without looking sideways, turned on the water flow to the minimum, and tried to be as quiet as possible wash up.

When brushing his teeth, Bai Xiangxiao dared to look sideways. He looked at the study through the mirror in the bathroom, and he could just see half of Han Xing's side face. He seemed to be very busy, and he never left the front of the computer. He didn't change it, but took off his suit jacket and tie, with half a glass of water in his hand, staring at the screen with a serious expression that made Bai Xiangxiao secretly click his tongue.

Sure enough, money is not easy to earn, so what about the young executives of foreign companies, who look good on the surface, but actually work late at night and can't rest.

Bai Xiangxiao sneaked back to the guest room after washing up, put on the big pajamas that didn't belong to him, and tried to ignore the awkwardness in his heart. At the beginning of the night life of all college students, he decided to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

However, the quality of sleep this night turned out to be the worst in recent times.

I don't know if it's because of illness or the strange environment, but Bai Xiangxiao woke up five or six times during the night, basically didn't fall asleep, his head was in a daze, but as soon as he closed his eyes, Han Xing's face flashed across , There are angry, angry, and dissatisfied, each of which seems to be a silent condemnation of myself, and thinking that that person is next door now, Bai Xiangxiao is completely sleepless, tossing and turning on the bed until after four o'clock in the morning, It wasn't until it was a little bright outside that I buried my head in the quilt and fell asleep.

The first time the mobile phone alarm clock rang at eight o'clock, Bai Xiangxiao jumped up and quickly pressed it off.

Forgot to turn off the alarm clock last night.

Bai Xiangxiao stared blankly at the clean and tidy bedroom, with a chubby little panda curtain. He had only slept for three hours and was still not fully awake, but because he drank too much millet porridge and water yesterday, he Had to get up to go to the bathroom first.

Pulling on the slippers and opening the door, Bai Xiangxiao rubbed the corners of his eyes, his footsteps were shaky, dizzy, and he walked towards the bathroom completely based on memory, but within a few steps, his forehead hit a wall of flesh.

Bai Xiangxiao raised his eyes and saw Han Xing wearing gold-rimmed glasses with a serious expression. The two of them were so close that they were almost touching each other, and their breath was full of the cool and pleasant smell of mint that the other party had just washed, which made him whole The person woke up instantly, his heart shook, and he subconsciously searched for topics nervously.

"I, I'm hungry."

I regretted it as soon as I said it, what kind of weird way to say hello in the morning, at least say good morning first...

Fortunately, Han Xing just raised his hand to support him, and then said, "Go wash up first."

Bai Xiangxiao nodded quickly, and ran sideways to the bathroom.

After going to the toilet and washing my face, I still dawdled in it for a while, and came out of the bathroom after feeling less embarrassing.

Walking slowly to the living room, he saw a glass of poured milk on the table, which was still warm. He raised his eyes again, and saw Han Xing standing in front of the stove in the kitchen, with his sleeves rolled up and boiling eggs.

Today he is wearing a pure black suit and trousers, and a dark blue tie. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't match the small milk pot for boiling eggs in the kitchen. The expression of boiling eggs is serious and rigorous. of.

Bai Xiangxiao sat at the dining table, watching a big hand with strong bones put a hard-boiled egg in front of him, he thanked in a daze.

Han Xing sat down opposite him, but there was only a glass of white water in front of him.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Bai Xiangxiao asked.

Han Xing finished drinking the water in the cup and glanced at him: "I don't have this habit."

Skipping breakfast is bad for your health.

Bai Xiangxiao thought that he seemed not qualified to say such a sentence, so he uttered an oh, bowed his head and ate in silence.

An ordinary hard-boiled egg, the taste is not bad, one can tell that the cooking is very precise, the egg yolk is slightly red, soft in the mouth, and there is still a hint of taste after eating, in short, it is much better than the one in the school cafeteria .

At 08:30, Han Xing got up and took the car keys. Before going to work, he asked Bai Xiangxiao, "Have you taken the medicine?"

Bai Xiangxiao put down the milk cup, and said with a sneer, "Not yet, I'll eat it in a while."

Han Xing stood at the door and paused for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "Take the medicine on time at noon, and I will come back early in the evening."

Bai Xiangxiao sat upright and nodded.

Seeing that he was still obedient, Han Xing turned and opened the door.

He took the elevator all the way to the underground parking lot, and after sitting in the car and fastening his seat belt, Han Xing looked down at his slightly trembling hands, even his fingertips were numb.

He put one hand on the steering wheel, took off his glasses and pinched the center of his brow wearily, his eyes were light blue.

What was still in his mind was the warm sun-like smell of the young man wearing ill-fitting pajamas, throwing himself into his arms unprepared, and the warm touch of his fingers, which made it difficult for him to calm down, the throbbing tremor on the chest.

Sitting alone in the car and calming down for 10 minutes, Han Xing took a deep breath, started the car, and headed to the company.

After He Tao went to work today, he found that Manager Han was a little strange.

In fact, since Manager Han had an accident at home, he has become a gloomy workaholic, but I don’t know what happened in the past two days, which made Manager Han often show exhaustion. They are all absent-minded,

He Tao stood in the manager's office, reporting the progress of the project that had been promoted in the past few days. After finishing each link smoothly, she looked up and saw Manager Han staring at the undrinked coffee cup in front of her. He reminded in a loud voice: "Manager, I have finished my report."

Han Xing came back to his senses and took the document in He Tao's hand: "Go out."

He Tao walked out of the office in high heels in a very puzzled manner. When passing by the tea room, he happened to hear a few female colleagues chatting in it.

"Manager Han is really too perverted. I work so hard that we can't breathe even when we are squeezed. Fortunately, I praised him before that he is more handsome than Pan An."

"Then what can be done? If people turn grief into work, they can only oppress the employees below."

"Oh, by the way, who is that handsome guy who came to the company to look for Manager Han a few days ago?"

"I heard it's his younger brother, who knows."

"Brother??"

"No, it seems to be the son of his mother's boyfriend. The relationship is quite complicated, but the boy looks really white, cute and handsome. I think he is prettier than Manager Han."

"Tch, isn't it the same style? I like Manager Han's abstinence style. It's so exciting."

He Tao stood behind and coughed lightly. The two female colleagues quickly turned around and saw that it was the secretary next to Han Xing. They quickly walked out of the tea room with teacups in their hands as if nothing had happened.

He Tao poured herself a glass of lemonade, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that since the boy appeared a while ago, Manager Han had become a little weird, and with her woman's sixth sense, she always felt that Manager Han was looking at that boy. The boy's eyes didn't look like he was looking at his younger brother, but there was something wrong in his eyes.

He Tao, who was full of gossip, walked out of the tea room, and just after sitting at the workstation for a while, he received an internal call from the manager's office, and Han Xing's indifferent voice came.

"Look up what a person with acute gastroenteritis can eat."

He Tao was taken aback, and nodded quickly: "Yes, manager."

After hanging up the phone, He Tao came back to her senses, her eyes were shining brightly. This was the first time that Manager Han asked her to check other private matters during working hours. Now He Tao's mind is full of wild guesses.

Who is sick?What is the relationship between the two?

Overwhelmed with curiosity, He Tao resisted the urge to gossip, quickly checked a lot of information on the Internet, then sorted out and printed out an A4 document, and walked briskly to the manager's office on high heels with his things.

She reported solemnly: "According to the advice given by doctors from major hospitals on the Internet, patients with acute gastroenteritis should eat a light diet, avoid irritating foods, and eat porridge and vegetable juices, such as Internet celebrity restaurants such as Yueji Congee Shop, I have listed specific food types and suggestions in this form, please look over it, manager."

He Tao felt that what he did was perfect, but he saw Han Xing's frown slightly under the glasses with gold-rimmed glasses.

"You can't drink juice?"

He Tao: ...

Fortunately, He Tao checked enough information, and quickly responded freely: "It is drinkable, and a small amount of vitamin C supplementation is also good for the patient's body."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Tao suddenly remembered that the boy who came to see Manager Han that day seemed to like drinking orange juice very much.

She decided to make a blind guess, and quickly added with a professional smile on her face: "But the juice should be freshly squeezed, such as freshly squeezed orange juice, because many boys don't like to drink water and porridge, and juice can be well adjusted appetite."

Seeing that Han Xing's brows finally relaxed a little and nodded, He Tao secretly heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that she guessed right.

That boy surnamed Bai has a difficult relationship with the manager!

At noon in early June, the high temperature was already 35 degrees, and Bai Xiangxiao lay paralyzed on the bed and didn't want to move.

Even with the windows open, the wind outside is still a wave of heat, especially if you are on a high floor, physically closer to the sun, as if you are a piece of scone, and you will suffer even if you lie on your stomach.

Bai Xiangxiao has been staring at the remote control of the air conditioner on the table for almost two hours. From ten o'clock to twelve o'clock, he wanted to turn it on but didn't dare to turn it on. First, because this is Han Xing's home, let him There is no way to use other people's home appliances with peace of mind. The second is because the illness is still not cured.

In short, there are many reasons for not being able to turn on the air conditioner, but the reason for turning on the air conditioner is only one word: hot.

When Bai Xiangxiao was still at the top of his mind, the doorbell rang.

He sat up abruptly, his tailbone hurt from being stretched due to too violent movements, but at this time Bai Xiangxiao didn't care about it, and when he walked to the living room, he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, who was knocking on the door?

It must not be Han Xing who is still working. Could it be Han Xing's friend?

If so, how was he going to explain who he was, brother?Too far-fetched, the two are not that familiar, relative?There is no blood relationship.

Just when Bai Xiangxiao was standing at the door, thinking wildly and daring to open the door, the doorbell rang again——

"Sir, your takeaway has arrived."

Bai Xiangxiao: ...

Opening the door, the takeaway boy smiled and handed over the bag, said a word of wishing you a pleasant meal, then turned and left.

Bai Xiangxiao put the takeaway on the table, and felt that his mind seemed to be a lot dull after being sick, and he always thought of some inexplicable things.

Looking at the label paper on the takeaway, the phone number and name are Hanxing. I ordered mung bean and millet porridge made by a nearby porridge shop, as well as eggs and small green vegetables. The packaging was very clean, and there was nothing wrong with it except that the taste was extremely bland.

Bai Xiangxiao took out his mobile phone and politely sent a text message to Han Xing.

[The takeaway has been received, thank you. 】

Looking at the whoosh sound after the text message was sent, maybe he and Han Xing are the only ones who still use text messages to communicate on mobile phones these days.

He was eating porridge with nothing to love, and just halfway through the meal, the doorbell rang again.

Bai Xiang was stunned for a moment with a smile, it can't still be takeaway, right?

When I opened the door, I saw the same takeaway guy sweating on his forehead and handing him a cup of tea. I didn't bother to say it again because I had a good meal this time.

Bai Xiangxiao: ...

It's orange juice. When he saw this glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, Bai Xiangxiao seemed to see a savior. He immediately put the porridge aside and took a few big gulps of the orange juice. The sweet and sour taste is his favorite.

After eating and drinking, Bai Xiangxiao cleaned up the table, took his medicine on time, and lay down on the bed in the guest room sleepily, with one hand stretched behind his waist, gently rubbing the tailbone that hadn't subsided in swelling.

It may be that the stomach medicine has a hypnotic effect. I fell asleep when I lay down.

Bai Xiang smiled and looked at the still hot sun outside, got up to drink water and estimated the time when Han Xing would return home, then secretly glanced at the master bedroom unconsciously.

The door of Han Xing's room was not closed. You could see that the two-meter-high bed was covered with dark blue sheets, and the quilt was neatly folded at the head of the bed. The bright French windows were wider than the guest room. A silver-gray suit jacket is hanging.

Bai Xiangxiao thought it looked familiar. He took a few steps closer and stood at the door to see that the suit jacket was still covered with a familiar plastic bag, hanging there alone, as if it had been abandoned by its owner.

Bai Xiangxiao was suddenly a little embarrassed, this dress was not hung in the closet, and the plastic bag was not even opened, was it going to be put in the window to diffuse the smell, or was it simply because it was worn by him, so even if it was cleaned, he didn't want to wear it again. bump.

The more I thought about it, the more my heart became blocked, and I couldn't take another sip of the water in my hand.

Bai Xiangxiao lowered his head, stood there feeling powerless, took a deep breath, and was about to turn around when, out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally saw a box of opened medicines on Han Xing's bedside table.

The white medicine box was particularly obvious in the room. He didn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, so he walked in lightly and picked up the box of medicine.

Lorazepam, a sleeping pill.

Bai Xiangxiao was stunned, there were not many pills left in the medicine board, and the time of prescription was written on it, June [-]rd.

It was the funeral...

Bai Xiangxiao froze in place, his hands holding the medicine box trembled a little, and a sense of guilt welled up in his chest, like a boulder falling from the sky, pressing down on his heart and making him breathless.

Suffocated to the point that even with my mouth open, I couldn't breathe.