At seven o'clock on Saturday morning, the two people in the bed were still fast asleep.
The thin silk quilt could not hide the beautiful spring scenery, and the clothes all over the floor silently complained about the intensity of last night.
Ding Yinan glanced at the two naked bodies on the bed, took out clean clothes from the cloakroom and put them on the bedside as usual, then turned and returned to the living room.
I took a high-quality vinyl record from the shelf, and pressed the start button of the record player. Immediately, exciting music and a coloratura soprano sounded in the empty living room, perfectly breaking the tranquility of the weekend morning.
The sun-dried eggs were sizzling from the hot oil, the microwave was buzzing, and the soprano's soprano gradually reached its climax. With the "ding" of the bread machine, all the sounds suddenly fell silent.
"Why do you like Aria the Queen of the Night so much?"
Huo Zhixiao frowned and unplugged the record player, displeasure at being woken up was written all over his face.
He went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of mineral water. His Adam's apple became extremely raised due to the movement of his head up, and the sharp lines continued down, outlining the skinny collarbone and perfectly shaped chest and abdomen muscles.
Even though the pajamas were arranged by the bed, he was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, showing his good figure at a glance.
Ding Yinan has no doubt that when Huo Zhixiao is at home alone, he may not even bother to wear underwear. After all, the majestic and undulating mountains are wrapped in tight fabrics, and anyone who looks at them will feel aggrieved.
After turning off the fire and taking off the apron, Ding Yinan slowly put the breakfast on the dining table, and then replied leisurely: "It's better to be an alarm clock."
Huo Zhixiao hated the alarm, and also hated the assistant waking him up abruptly. Once an assistant couldn't wake Huo Zhixiao up, so he couldn't help shaking him a few times, and then he saw what it meant to wake up like a volcanic eruption.
When the previous assistant resigned, he left Ding Yinan with the words "do it for himself". Everyone in the office thought that Ding Yinan would be the same as his predecessors, and persisted for less than a month.
However, Ding Yinan has been working as Huo Zhixiao's personal assistant for the third year now.
"You're killing my hobbies." Huo Zhixiao frowned and put down the water bottle, his moderately thick lips were stained with moisture, alleviating his dissatisfaction.
"Then it might be good to listen to pop music instead." Ding Yinan sincerely suggested. If he can't use classical music to wake Huo Zhixiao up, then he is not sure how to deal with Huo Zhixiao's getting up.
"You can change the song." Huo Zhixiao said, "Don't keep using arias."
"The aria works best." Ding Yinan did not compromise. He had tried the Symphony of Destiny, Carmen Overture, and even the March of the Volunteers, and it turned out that the coloratura soprano was the most penetrating.
Huo Zhixiao didn't worry too much about this issue. In fact, apart from having to deal with his getting up and countless bed partners, generally speaking, he is still an easy-going boss most of the time.
"What time is the plane?" Huo Zhixiao asked.
"Eleven o'clock." Ding Yinan said, "We leave at eight o'clock."
"Okay." Huo Zhixiao responded and walked towards the bathroom.
Today, the two are going to fly to another city to attend the Blue Dot Awards ceremony. Huo Zhixiao's work was nominated for the Best Space Design Award under the commercial building category.
The Blue Dot Award is a grand event in the design world. Even Ding Yinan, who usually only wears dark formal clothes, took out a brand-name suit at the bottom of the box.
He chose a textured charcoal gray suit for Huo Zhixiao, and just as he was about to match his tie and watch, there was a sound from the big bed outside the cloakroom.
It seems that the one who was not awakened by the soprano finally showed signs of waking up.
Ding Yinan put aside what he was doing for the time being, went back to the bedroom and said to the sleepy handsome man, "Hi, do I need to call you a car?"
With one hand propped behind his back, the man rubbed his hair with the other, obviously not realizing where it was.
"Your clothes are on the bedside table." Ding Yinan reminded, "If you need to wash, there is a separate bathroom over the guest bedroom."
The man's eyes gradually became clear, he lifted the quilt carelessly, and Ding Yinan consciously looked away.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"His assistant." Ding Yinan seized the opportunity to look away, and the man just put on his jeans.
Sure enough, he was a handsome guy with long legs over 1.8 meters.
As an architectural designer, Huo Zhixiao has very strict aesthetic standards, and all his bed partners conform to the golden ratio.
Huo Zhixiao himself is 1.9 meters tall. If it is not necessary to communicate, he will look straight at the past and basically can't see people under 1.8 meters. There are very few pure zeros above 1.8 meters, and Huo Zhixiao has high requirements for the size of his bed partner, so most of his bed partners are 0.75, who are mighty and tall in front of Sao Ling. In order to sleep until Huo Zhixiao Xiao is willing to be zero.
"Just an assistant?" the man asked meaningfully.
"Yes." Ding Yinan replied habitually.
Ding Yinan's facial features are well-developed, with three-dimensional lines, thick eyelashes, and thin lips that are serious and unsmiling, giving people a sense of ascetic beauty.
Many people think that he has an unusual relationship with Huo Zhixiao, but in fact Huo Zhixiao's eyes hardly rest on him. Because of a coincidence, his height is only 1.79 meters.
"Add a WeChat account." The man took out his mobile phone from his jeans and handed it to Ding Yinan.
"No need." Ding Yinan said, "I'm not responsible for arranging a bed partner for him."
"Who said I still want to ask him out?" The man smiled, "I would rather ask you out."
Ding Yinan was silent for a second, and refused without changing his face: "That's even more unnecessary."
"I'm still more suitable to be 1." The man continued on his own, "I'm much gentler than him, are you sure you don't need it?"
"Definitely not." Ding Yinan said patiently.
"I see." The man took the phone back indifferently, "It seems that you like his roughness."
Ding Yinan was too lazy to answer the phone, he didn't need to explain to a stranger that he had no idea about Huo Zhixiao. Compared to being misunderstood, he cared more about the adjective "rough" in the man's mouth.
Huo Zhixiao's skills should be good, otherwise there wouldn't be so many bed partners who would never forget him. If he had been rough last night, it could only mean one thing—he wasn't in a good mood.
Being a personal assistant is not an easy job, and accurately grasping the mood of the boss is one of the indispensable abilities. Ding Yinan knows to do the right thing and say the right words at the right time, which is why he is competent for this job.
"The man left?"
Huo Zhixiao wiped his hair and went back to the dining room. He was wearing a nightgown, but the open neckline did not restrain the hormones.
"Let's go." Ding Yinan replied concisely, and put the washed frying pan into the cabinet.
If it were normal, at this time Ding Yinan would remind Huo Zhixiao that there was only half an hour left before departure, and let him speed up the packing. But considering that Huo Zhixiao might be in a bad mood, Ding Yinan didn't urge him, but said: "I'll wait for you in the living room."
Huo Zhixiao sat down at the dining table and ate a cool breakfast. His movements were neither too fast nor too slow, just as Ding Yinan expected - as long as he didn't remind him, Huo Zhixiao would have no sense of time at all.
Ding Yinan sat on the sofa, took out his mobile phone and began to check the traffic jam on the road. But before he clicked on the map software, a phone call came in.
"Honey, are you going to work today?"
A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, and Ding Yinan could almost imagine the owner of the voice lying on the bed.
He glanced in the direction of the restaurant and saw Huo Zhixiao concentrating on his phone, so he didn't try to avoid it, but lowered his voice slightly: "I told you a few days ago that I'm going on a business trip this weekend."
"Oh, I'm on a business trip again." Han Shuo muttered, and continued, "I took a temporary job and I have to go on a business trip. Where did you get my Armani tie?"
"Closet on the left, the second drawer below." Ding Yinan said.
"OK." Han Shuo said, "When are you coming back?"
"Tomorrow." Ding Yinan said, "What about you?"
"Me too tomorrow." Han Shuo said, "See you tomorrow then."
"Okay." Ding Yinan said.
After hanging up the phone, Huo Zhixiao's voice sounded from the restaurant: "Girlfriend?"
Ding Yinan clicked on the map software, entered the name of the airport in the destination column, and responded casually: "Yes."
Huo Zhixiao didn't know that Ding Yinan was gay, he only knew that he was not single.
Naturally, Ding Yinan would not take the initiative to reveal his sexual orientation to Huo Zhixiao. After all, regardless of his identity as a boss and employee, he deliberately revealed his model to a big fierce 1, which was somewhat sexually suggestive.
And he didn't think so himself.
It is said that like attracts like, if Huo Zhixiao is willing to take the time to observe Ding Yinan like the man who just left, then he can more or less find similar qualities in Ding Yinan.
Dan Ding Yinan's height did not meet Huo Zhixiao's aesthetic standards, so from the very beginning, he excluded Ding Yinan from his kind.
"Why this tie?"
Huo Zhixiao stood by the bedroom door, his shirt had not yet been buttoned. Usually, he seldom had any objections to Ding Yinan's choice of collocations, which confirmed Ding Yinan's guess—the boss seemed to be in a bad mood today.
"Then let's change to another one." Ding Yinan cleaned up the dining table, took out two pieces of kitchen paper and wiped his hands, "How about Versace's dark blue dark pattern?"
Huo Zhixiao frowned, and asked back: "Do you like blue very much?"
Ding Yinan hesitated for a while, and he explained: "The Blue Dot Award is for a specific occasion."
"No blue." Huo Zhixiao turned and walked into the bedroom, "Black is fine."
Ding Yinan breathed out, wondering if Huo Zhixiao had any opinion on the Blue Dot Award. He followed into the bedroom, went to the cloakroom and took out a regular black tie.
Not long after, Huo Zhixiao tidied up the sleeves and hem of the shirt, but the neckline was still standing up, as if waiting to be served.
Ding Yinan consciously walked up to Huo Zhixiao, and wrapped the black tie around his neck.
In fact, it's not that Huo Zhixiao doesn't know how to wear a tie, but it's not as good as Ding Yinan's. Ding Yinan's tie is a standard equilateral triangle, and the long end and the short end basically conform to the aesthetic standard of the golden section.
"Will your girlfriend wear a tie for you?" Huo Zhixiao turned down his collar and asked casually.
"No." Ding Yinan said, "It's not necessary."
"Too."
When Huo Zhixiao mentioned this, Ding Yinan suddenly responded to a question. He seemed to have never tied a tie for his boyfriend.