It couldn't be better.
On the way back, Ding Yinan kept thinking about it.
Huo Zhixiao's sudden silence is nothing more than his common sense as a social person has finally awakened, and he realized that what he did last night was very inappropriate. One of them is not a couple, and the other is not a bed partner. The only relationship between the two is the working relationship between the boss and the subordinate, and they are not even friends.
Of course, it is impossible to go to bed in such a relationship.
If it was another assistant, it might not be able to bear Huo Zhixiao's behavior beyond the rules. And the reason why Ding Yinan can sit beside him calmly is also because Huo Zhixiao really doesn't seem to understand why he has such an impulse.
Silence represents introspection, which is a good thing.
When Huo Zhixiao's self-reflection is over, Ding Yinan believes that the relationship between the two will return to the original state.
The familiar traffic has gradually replaced the distant rural scenery. The water leaks in the house, the fights by the river, and the loss of control at night seemed to be divided into the past by spacers, which were incompatible with the surrounding environment and became distant memories of yesterday.
The car slowly drove into a 4S store. It was just around noon at this time, and the store was a little deserted. Ding Yinan explained the maintenance content to the clerk, and then followed Huo Zhixiao to the customer rest area.
After leaving the countryside at the age of three hundred, he didn't feel used to it, shivering in Huo Zhixiao's arms, and climbing up to his chest whenever there was a disturbance.
But Huo Zhixiao didn't seem to want to appease it, he just held it with one hand to prevent it from running around, and flicked his phone boredly with the other hand.
The two came to the sofa in the rest area and sat down, maintaining a proper social distance.
"How long will it take?" Huo Zhixiao asked.
"About forty minutes." Ding Yinan said.
After that, the two had no communication, as if they had returned to their previous working conditions.
Not long after, the clerk brought two cups of tea. Since the coffee table is far from the sofa, the clerk didn't put the paper cup on the coffee table, but handed it directly to Huo Zhixiao.
Huo Zhixiao took the tea and handed it to Ding Yinan beside him naturally, and then took the second paper cup from the clerk.
It wasn't until the hot tea was close to his lips that Ding Yinan realized that something was still wrong.
Uncle Huo, who has always been self-centered, would actually hand him tea. This is really not the treatment a tool person deserves.
Although normally speaking, it is a good thing to improve the salary. Dan Ding Yinan didn't know if he had self-abuse tendencies or what, he was used to being ignored, Huo Zhixiao suddenly showed consideration for him, he actually felt a little uneasy.
He breathed into the water mist in front of him with complicated emotions, thinking that it seemed that it would not be as simple as he imagined to restore the relationship between the two of them.
Huo Zhixiao bought a lot of things for San Baisui, including dog food, kennels, dog toilets, etc. He couldn't carry them by himself, so Ding Yinan had to work as a porter again.
The three hundred-year-old who had just arrived was a little uncomfortable, but soon started running happily in Huo Zhixiao's big house.
Seeing that the time was just right, Ding Yinan simply made another lunch for Huo Zhixiao. This time Huo Zhixiao did not engage in pranks like sneak attack from behind like last time.
"Dog food can't be fed too much, the puppy has no restraint."
"You have to teach it to go to the toilet regularly, and you can't let it pee in the house."
Ding Yinan slowly explained to Huo Zhixiao the precautions for raising a dog, including how to observe the puppy's pap, etc. But while he was talking, Huo Zhixiao suddenly interrupted him: "Ding Zhu."
Ding Yinan stopped his chopsticks and looked at Huo Zhixiao.
"We are eating." Huo Zhixiao said.
"… Feel sorry."
"It's okay." Huo Zhixiao moved his chopsticks again, and changed the subject, "Who did you learn to cook from?"
"Grandpa and grandma." Ding Yinan said.
"Are they living in the country now?" Huo Zhixiao asked again.
"No, she passed away." Ding Yinan said, "I also have a younger sister who is going to college in my hometown."
"so."
Huo Zhixiao didn't continue this topic, and the two ate quietly for a while, only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding on the dinner table.
Today's meal is all Huo Zhixiao's favorite dishes, Ding Yinan didn't deliberately cater to his liking, he just found it the most convenient, because every time Huo Zhixiao would eat it up, lest he have to deal with the leftovers.
When the two of them were eating about the same, Huo Zhixiao wiped his mouth with a tissue, then suddenly looked at Ding Yinan and asked, "Does your boyfriend like the food you cook?"
Ding Yinan paused when he cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks. He was a little confused, but he still replied: "It's okay."
"What does he like to eat?"
"Don't pick." Ding Yinan continued to clean up the dishes, "Like a pig."
"oh."
Ding Yinan always felt that Huo Zhixiao's tone was very strange, like chatting and probing. He looked at Huo Zhixiao and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Huo Zhixiao stood up, walked towards the living room, and said lightly, "I'm a little envious of him."
Envious of his boyfriend being a pig
Ding Yinan couldn't understand Huo Zhixiao's logic. In fact, if I had to say it, the boyfriend Huo Zhixiao was talking about should be his ex-boyfriend, but Ding Yinan was too lazy to correct it.
"By the way." Ding Yinan set the table and chopsticks, stopped Huo Zhixiao and said, "I have something to discuss with you."
"What?" Huo Zhixiao turned his head and asked.
"I want to ask for an annual leave." Ding Yinan was afraid that Huo Zhixiao would disagree, and added, "I didn't take three days off last year. Counting this weekend, I want to take a vacation..."
"Whatever." Before Ding Yinan could finish speaking, Huo Zhixiao interrupted him directly.
Ding Yinan didn't know why Huo Zhixiao seemed to be a little angry. After thinking about it carefully, it wasn't incomprehensible. His intention to avoid was too obvious, as the one being avoided, Huo Zhixiao was justified to be angry.
Counting it, Ding Yinan hasn't had a long vacation for a long time. Sometimes Huo Zhixiao goes on vacation with his friends, even if he has nothing to do, he will go to the company to work, because he doesn't want to be deducted for nothing.
After he reported the leave to the administrative secretary, he returned home relaxed. As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a scene that gave him a heart attack.
Rubbish was everywhere on the floor, wine bottles were piled up on the coffee table, and the takeaway bags from a few days ago were piled up by the door, and mosquitoes and flies were already coiling above.
"Wife?"
Han Shuo leaned halfway out of the bedroom, as if he had just woken up.
He rubbed his eyes and came to Ding Yinan, opened his arms and said, "You are finally back."
Ding Yinan avoided Han Shuo's embrace, frowned and said, "Why haven't you left yet?"
"You know, I have nowhere to go." Han Shuo curled his lips and said, "I don't want to leave you, let's talk about it, my wife."
"I'll say it again for the last time." Ding Yinan took out the garbage bag expressionlessly and began to clean up the garbage all over the floor, "Get out of my house."
Seeing that the house he bought with hard-earned money was ruined like this, Ding Yinan couldn't bear to get angry because he was thinking about his past affection.
"Why don't you even want to talk to me?" Han Shuo's tone became urgent, "Is he really that good?"
Ding Yinan naturally knew that Han Shuo was referring to Huo Zhixiao.
He didn't bother to explain, and was about to urge Han Shuo to disappear quickly, when his cell phone rang suddenly. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. He really said that Cao Cao was here, and the person who called happened to be Huo Zhixiao.
Han Shuo on the other side also caught a glimpse of Ding Yinan's phone screen, and when he saw the words Huo Zhixiao, his face immediately darkened.
"Hello?" Ding Yinan turned sideways to answer the phone.
"Three hundred years old shit on the side of the road." Huo Zhixiao's voice rang on the other end of the phone, "What should I do?"
Before leaving just now, Ding Yinan gave Huo Zhixiao time to take San Baisui out to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment. It's just that he didn't expect Huo Zhixiao to take Sanbai out of the door so quickly, and it was obvious that he didn't bring toilet paper or a poop bag.
He was about to answer, when Han Shuo at the side suddenly grabbed the phone in his hand, and yelled at the phone, "He's off work now, can you fucking find my wife if you don't have anything to do?!"
After Han Shuo finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Ding Yinan recovered from the shock, snatched back his mobile phone, pointed at the door and said, "Get out!"
"Wife..." Han Shuo's momentum suddenly withered.
"Don't call me wife!" Ding Yinan said angrily, "My man is Huo Zhixiao, can you call me wife?"
Ding Yinan knew that there was no way to make Han Shuo give up unless he was ruthless. As soon as he finished speaking, Han Shuo looked shocked and murmured, "You are really together."
"yes."
"...OK." Han Shuo took a deep breath tremblingly, "The things at home..."
Ding Yinan interrupted: "I packed it and sent it to you."
Han Shuo didn't answer any more, he stood there for a while, and finally left Ding Yinan's house.
When the room returned to calm, Ding Yinan called Huo Zhixiao and went back.
He didn't expect Huo Zhixiao to go to others to borrow paper, let alone pick up the three hundred-year-old papa with leaves and the like. After the call was connected, he asked, "Where are you? I'll bring you a bag."
"The green belt near the community." Huo Zhixiao said.
Ding Yinan didn't want to reveal that he lived very close, so he deliberately said, "Give me twenty minutes."
"Okay." Huo Zhixiao responded, and suddenly asked, "Did you not break up with him?"
Ding Yinan was silent for a while, and said, "No."
After hanging up the phone, Huo Zhixiao lowered his eyes, lightly kicked Sanbai's butt with his toes, and said, "Your mother doesn't want you anymore."
Three hundred years old's attention was always on his own poop, if Huo Zhixiao hadn't stopped him, he might have eaten up his poop long ago.
At this time, a familiar figure came out of the gate of the community next to the green belt.
Huo Zhixiao met the man's eyes, and both of them were taken aback. It was Han Shuo who reacted first, rushed over without saying a word, and punched Huo Zhixiao in the jaw.
"He kicked me out, are you satisfied?!"
Huo Zhixiao didn't expect the other party to do it directly, so he sat down on the ground unexpectedly. The 300-year-old on the side immediately exposed the fierceness of the rural dog, and bit Han Shuo's calf with his mouth open.
"Three hundred years old." Huo Zhixiao pulled the three hundred years old back to his side by the dog leash. He stood up holding his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Han Shuo, "What did you just say?"
"You're amazing, your surname is Huo." Han Shuo glanced at the wound on his leg, it wasn't serious, it was just scratched, "Since you can pry him away from me, someone else will take him away one day." He pried it away from you!"
Hearing this, combined with the sentence just now, Huo Zhixiao immediately understood what happened. For the first time in his life, he was beaten not only without anger, but even a little bit like laughing.
He didn't bother to argue with Han Shuo, he just pointed to the wound on Han Shuo's leg with his chin, and said as if it had nothing to do with him, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, this dog was picked up from the countryside, I don't know if it is sick or not. "
The mortality rate of rabies is 100%, and no one dares to take it seriously after being bitten by a dog.
Han Shuo stopped the car in a hurry and left the gate of the community, while Huo Zhixiao looked at the community in front of him with great interest, then knelt down and rubbed the 300-year-old head, curling his lips and said: "Your mother A liar."