Ding Yinan's house is not big, only more than fifty square meters. However, he cleaned up the garbage in the living room and cleaned it briefly with a vacuum cleaner. It still took nearly 20 minutes.
He checked the time, fearing that Huo Zhixiao would get impatient waiting on the road, so after throwing away the trash downstairs, he quickly walked out of his neighborhood.
As a result, as soon as he came out, he found an eye-catching figure standing on the green belt next to the community.
This municipal green belt is two to three kilometers long. Residents in nearby communities like to take a walk on this green belt. Ding Yinan didn't expect that Huo Zhixiao would walk directly to the door of his house. Fortunately, Huo Zhixiao was facing the side of the road, so he didn't see him coming out of the community.
He walked up to Huo Zhixiao, handed over the plastic bag and said, "Take it."
Huo Zhixiao took the plastic bag, glanced at the neighborhood behind him, and asked casually, "Where did you come from?"
"Nearby." Ding Yinan didn't elaborate, "Let's deal with it quickly."
Huo Zhixiao looked at the plastic bag in his hand, and then at the 300-year-old papa on the ground. After two seconds of silence, he handed the plastic bag back to Ding Yinan, and said as a matter of course, "You come."
Ding Yinan wanted to remind Huo Zhixiao that he is on vacation now. A boss with a little bit of conscience will not call someone out to pick up shit for his dog when his assistant is on vacation.
"I told you that pets represent responsibility." Ding Yinan said patiently, "You just started raising pets, so you don't want to be responsible?"
Huo Zhixiao seemed to think that Ding Yinan's words made sense, he struggled for a while, and finally knelt down and put the two lumps of black poop into a plastic bag, the expression on his face was almost disgusting.
After finishing all this, he tied the plastic bag to the three-hundred-year-old's back, like a small schoolbag, then poked the three-hundred-year-old dog's head and said: "I carry my own shit."
Ding Yinan looked at the scene in front of him and felt a little funny, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
How unlucky it is to be three hundred years old, to have Huo Zhixiao as the master.
At this time, Ding Yinan suddenly found a scar on Huo Zhixiao's wrist, he put away his smile, grabbed Huo Zhixiao's forearm and said, "What's going on?"
"I just fell down." Huo Zhixiao glanced at the injury on his wrist, and asked Ding Yinan, "Do you have a medicine box at home?"
The amount of information in these two sentences is a bit large.
Ding Yinan couldn't figure out how to wrestle while walking a dog. But what he couldn't understand was what it had to do with his medicine cabinet.
In the next second, he suddenly understood what Huo Zhixiao meant, and hurriedly said, "My home is far away from here."
Huo Zhixiao raised his chin, pointed to the gate of the neighborhood next to him and said, "Isn't it right here?"
His tone was so firm that Ding Yinan began to wonder if he had revealed his home address at work.
When he first joined the company, he did fill in his personal information on the employee registration form. But he was still living in a rental house at that time, so it was impossible to leave his address here. As for other times, he did not recall telling his colleagues where he lived.
Ding Yinan couldn't figure it out for a while, so he had to solve the current problem first. He said: "My boyfriend is still at home, it's inconvenient."
Huo Zhixiao didn't take it seriously at all, and walked straight to the gate of the community: "It's okay, I'll take care of the wound and leave."
"Wait, Master Huo." Ding Yinan quickly followed Huo Zhixiao's pace, "My boyfriend..."
There happened to be a resident coming out of the entrance guard in front, and it was inconvenient for Ding Yinan to talk about her boyfriend. He watched as Huo Zhixiao opened the door, and walked in directly as if he was going home.
"Which way to go?" Huo Zhixiao asked standing at the fork in the road.
Ding Yinan had a headache, and it was impossible for him to force Huo Zhixiao out, so he could only let out a breath of resignation and lead the way ahead.
On the way, Ding Yinan kept thinking about the question that he didn't understand just now, why did Huo Zhixiao know that he lived in this community
He thought about it again, and he never disclosed his address to any of his colleagues.
So could it be that Huo Zhixiao saw him leaving this neighborhood just now
Impossible, Huo Zhixiao kept looking at the road.
But what if he saw someone else...
In front of his own room, Ding Yinan stopped abruptly halfway through entering the password. He looked back at Huo Zhixiao behind him and asked, "Did you meet Han Shuo just now?"
Huo Zhixiao didn't deny it, and gave a faint "hmm".
It's a very simple thing, Ding Yinan only now understands it, and it's also because he never thought that such a coincidence would happen to him, it's like God was joking with him.
"Your hand." Ding Yinan paused, "Did Han Shuo do it?"
Huo Zhixiao gave another "um" and said, "It hurts so much."
Ding Yinan didn't know exactly what happened between the two, but he still felt somewhat guilty. If he hadn't pulled Huo Zhixiao out to block the gun just now in a hurry, Han Shuo wouldn't have had so much resentment towards Huo Zhixiao.
He brought Huo Zhixiao into the house, let him sit on the sofa in the living room, then went to the bathroom to deal with the 300-year-old poop, then took out the medicine box from the locker, and began to treat Huo Zhixiao's wound.
Huo Zhixiao idly looked at Ding Yinan's house, when his gaze swept across the balcony, he asked: "Is that his?"
Ding Yinan stopped rubbing the medicine and looked back. Han Shuo's branded underwear was hanging on the balcony. He didn't answer, just heard Huo Zhixiao say again: "I have the same style."
Ding Yinan didn't know what to show off, he echoed: "I know."
Huo Zhixiao said: "I am older than him."
After laying the groundwork for a long time, it turns out that this is the theme.
Ding Yinan threw the cotton swab into the trash can, took out the gauze from the medicine box and said, "I know."
Huo Zhixiao probably didn't expect Ding Yinan to admit it so simply, he smiled lightly, and continued: "You two broke up."
It's not a question, it's a statement.
Ding Yinan had been prepared for a long time, he put the gauze on Huo Zhixiao, and said without changing his face: "It's not a breakup, it's a quarrel, and it will be reconciled soon."
After finishing speaking, he didn't know whether it was a guilty conscience or something, and added: "It happened before."
"Really." Huo Zhixiao didn't respond, "How did you reconcile?"
"Anyway, that's it..."
"Rely on sex?" Huo Zhixiao interrupted Ding Yinan.
"Master Huo." Ding Yinan frowned.
"Were you that wild when you did it with him?"
"This is my private matter."
"Oh." Huo Zhixiao replied nonchalantly, then suddenly stretched out his hand to wrap around the back of Ding Yinan's neck, and his lips touched the skin on the side of his neck without warning.
Ding Yinan only felt that Huo Zhixiao's hands were surprisingly strong. He endured the stinging pain on his neck and suppressed his anger: "Huo Zhixiao!"
After a long while, Huo Zhixiao finally let go of Ding Yinan. He looked at the strawberries he had planted so hard, and said with satisfaction, "Can you reconcile in this way?"
"You!" Ding Yinan was so annoyed, "I'm going to resign if you do this again!"
These words seemed to have some deterrent effect, Huo Zhixiao stepped back and stopped invading Ding Yinan's private domain. With one hand behind his back, he frowned slightly and said, "I just got punched by your boyfriend."
Hearing this, Ding Yinan lost all confidence. He pursed his lips and asked, "Where did he hit?"
Huo Zhixiao lifted the hem of the T-shirt, pointed to the side of his waist with his chin and said, "There."
The prominent abdominal muscles suddenly appeared in front of Ding Yinan, like tearing up a sexy pictorial when tearing up a calendar, Ding Yinan was caught off guard. He subconsciously looked away, but immediately thought of why he wanted to avoid it, so he looked away again, calmly pointed his finger at Huo Zhixiao's waist, and asked, "Is it here?"
"Yeah." Huo Zhixiao said, "Rub it for me."
"Knead?" Ding Yinan asked strangely, "Won't that hurt more?"
"No." Huo Zhixiao said as he pressed the back of Ding Yinan's hand, letting his hand stick to his waist.
The warm body temperature came through the skin, making Ding Yinan inexplicably feel his palms burning. This panic made him feel a little flustered, he withdrew his hand, looked at the floor and said, "When are you leaving? I'm on vacation now."
Huo Zhixiao smiled, admired Ding Yinan's flustered appearance for a while, and then said: "Leave immediately."
He stood up and took San Baisui with him. Before leaving, he turned his head and said to Ding Yinan: "Happy holiday."