On the way back, Ding Yinan belatedly realized that something was wrong. In his impression, Huo Zhixiao was clearly not like this.
Colleagues in the office secretly call Huo Zhixiao the prince, not only because he is Huo Xun's son, but also because he always walks alone and never restrains his inherent arrogance.
Such a character will inevitably offend people in the company. But Huo Zhixiao didn't care about this, and still went his own way, as if there was an invisible high wall between him and his colleagues.
At the beginning of his employment, Ding Yinan also felt the same sense of isolation. The communication between him and Huo Zhixiao is limited to work. Although he is inseparable from Huo Zhixiao every day, the conversation between the two is always so alienated.
On a rest day, Ding Yinan ran into Huo Zhixiao on the road. He raised his right hand, and the words of greeting were already on his lips, but Huo Zhixiao, who was coming towards him, didn't see him at all, and just brushed past him.
At that time Ding Yinan was not wearing overalls, he thought it might be because of this that Huo Zhixiao didn't recognize him. However, as he got to know Huo Zhixiao better, he discovered that apart from the necessary communication, Huo Zhixiao couldn't see anyone under 1.8 meters at all.
After a long time, Ding Yinan's presence in Huo Zhixiao's eyes became a little stronger. For example, when he called Han Shuo from the side, Huo Zhixiao would casually ask if he was his girlfriend.
However, such a gradual social distance was suddenly disrupted on the night of the Blue Dot Awards.
Ding Yinan saw the other side of Huo Zhixiao without warning - this person is not a high-altitude flower, he is clearly a big-tailed wolf who hides his secrets.
Just now Huo Zhixiao hinted to him without seriousness, Ding Yinan not only didn't feel offended, but felt that it was normal.
But when he thought about it carefully, he actually thought it was normal, but this matter was very abnormal.
A red light appeared at the end of the ever-changing street scene, Ding Yinan stepped on the brake slowly, put aside the work of driving for the time being, and concentrated on thinking about the things in his heart.
It seems impossible for everything to return to the original state, because his mentality has subtly changed.
Leaving aside the matter of him and Huo Zhixiao having sex and intercourse, at least in the past, even if Huo Zhixiao dangled naked in front of him, his heart would not fluctuate in the slightest, but now just looking at Huo Zhixiao Adam's Apple, he will involuntarily daydream.
"Ding Zhu?"
Huo Zhixiao's voice interrupted Ding Yinan's thoughts, he came back to his senses, followed the car in front and passed the intersection.
"What I told you just now," Huo Zhixiao looked at Ding Yinan and said, "Did you hear it?"
"What?" Ding Yinan was slightly taken aback.
"Project acceptance report." Huo Zhixiao said, "After you finish writing it, hand it in directly, and you don't need to show it to me."
A question mark slowly appeared above Ding Yinan's head.
It is the job of the designer to complete the project acceptance report, which includes the design project, completion status, data transfer, etc. Most of them can be applied as templates, but the specific information still needs to be completed by the designer.
In the past, Ding Yinan would use templates to complete the preliminary content, and then send it to Huo Zhixiao for further processing. There has never been a time when Huo Zhixiao just let go.
"Is there something you need to fill in?" Ding Yinan asked uncertainly.
"I'll send you the information." Huo Zhixiao said, "You can just fill it out."
Now Ding Yinan understood that this uncle wanted to push the work to him.
When Ding Yinan was still a rookie in the workplace, the assistant in the next office always came to trouble him to check the information. Ding Yinan helped that person a few times, but the person got worse and worse. He even asked Ding Yinan to help write the quarterly summary.
Of course, Ding Yinan is not a soft persimmon. He said "helping is a matter of affection, not helping is a duty", which completely put an end to future troubles.
It's the same with Huo Zhixiao now. How much money he takes, how many things he does, there is no way to squeeze him.
"I don't know how to fill it in." Ding Yinan looked at the road ahead and said.
"I'll send you the previous one for reference." Huo Zhixiao said.
"I'm not a professional."
"It doesn't take a lot of expertise."
"I… "
Before Ding Yinan finished speaking, Huo Zhixiao interrupted him directly, and forcibly changed the subject: "Go to the furniture store ahead, and choose a mattress with me."
"Mattress?" Ding Yinan's attention was successfully drawn away, "Can't you sleep well now?"
"I don't feel it anymore." Huo Zhixiao said, "Try another one."
Huo Zhixiao attaches great importance to sleeping, so he is extremely picky about the things on the bed. Before, in order to choose a satisfactory silk quilt, Ding Yinan returned and changed eight brands on the Internet, and finally let Huo Zhixiao find what he called "feeling".
Although from Ding Yinan's point of view, he didn't know what it felt like, obviously all eight silk quilts felt the same.
Huo Zhixiao and Ding Yinan are quite familiar with furniture decoration and construction industry. The two didn't compare around, and went directly to a brand mattress store.
When the shopping guide saw the two, he began to introduce the ergonomics contained in the mattress. Ding Yinan majored in liberal arts in college, and the concept of ergonomics was not much different from quantum mechanics to him.
After Huo Zhixiao tried a few mattresses, he found the one he liked. He lay on the mattress and patted the side of his side, and said to Ding Yinan: "This is good, you should try it too."
Ding Yinan knelt down on one knee, pressed it with his hand, and said, "It's okay." It's not too soft, not too hard, and the elasticity is just right.
And Huo Zhixiao seemed to be dissatisfied with his conservative evaluation, and said: "Lie down and feel it, it's not only okay."
Ding Yinan turned over in a half-kneeling position, and lay down beside Huo Zhixiao.
Compared with my own two thousand yuan latex mattress, the power of ergonomics is really extraordinary. As soon as Ding Yinan lay down on it, he felt his entire back was relaxed.
"Ordinary mattresses are difficult to achieve uniform distribution of support." Huo Zhixiao said, "Of course, besides support, the most important thing is the feeling."
Ding Yinan seemed to understand what Huo Zhixiao was talking about. Just like now, he is stuck in the mattress and doesn't want to get up at all, as if stuck with 502 glue.
"How big is your bed?" Huo Zhixiao asked suddenly.
Without thinking, Ding Yinan blurted out: "One meter five."
Huo Zhixiao raised two fingers to the shopping guide on the side, and said, "I need two mattresses, one is 1.8 meters, and the other is 1.5 meters."
Ding Yinan rubbed his upper body when he heard the words, looked at Huo Zhixiao and said, "I won't buy it."
Although he just earned fifty thousand yuan in extra money, it wasn't enough to buy this mattress.
"I'll buy it for you." Huo Zhixiao said.
"No, why did you buy it for me? My bed won't be for you to sleep in." Ding Yinan said to stop Huan Tianxi's shopping guide who was going to make an order, "Only one bed measures 1.8 meters."
"I'll pay, listen to me." Huo Zhixiao turned over and lay on his side, hooked Ding Yinan's waist, and pushed him back on the mattress, preventing him from blocking the shopping guide.
"I don't need you to change my mattress." Ding Yinan protested. Huo Zhixiao gave him an expensive suit last time, but he still doesn't have the nerve to wear it. At present, this mattress can be worth several sets of suits, and he really can't think of a reason to accept it.
"What's wrong with getting a new one?" Huo Zhixiao held Ding Yinan tightly in his arms, then raised his chin and said to the shopping guide, "Call me when the order is ready."
The shopping guide looked at the two people who were fighting on the mattress, covered his mouth and smiled, and quickly picked up the pen to write the bill, as if he was afraid that the fat bill he got would run away.
"Huo Zhixiao." Ding Yinan frowned, turned half of his face, and said to Huo Zhixiao behind him, "Is it easy to make money?"
"En." Huo Zhixiao lazily replied, his tone sounded very flat, "It's not difficult anyway."
Ding Yinan has nothing to do with this pampered prince. He was about to educate Huo Zhixiao about the sufferings of the world, but at this moment Huo Zhixiao interrupted: "I didn't sleep well last night."
This happened to Ding Yinan's curious point, he immediately forgot what he wanted to say just now, and asked, "Why didn't you sleep well?"
"I've been doing manual work for a while." Huo Zhixiao said, "The spirit has been very high."
Ding Yinan knew that feeling, obviously his body was very tired, but his brain was still active, so he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
But that's not the point, he hid the surprise in his eyes and asked, "Have you started doing handicrafts?"
"En." Huo Zhixiao said, "It's ready for you to see."
"… good."
In fact, Ding Yinan does not want Huo Zhixiao to give up his hobby of handicraft from the bottom of his heart. Because when he was watching the decoration of Huo Zhixiao's house, he bought those hand tools.
After the house was renovated, what Ding Yinan envied most was not the large area of more than 150 square meters, nor the expensive smart home appliances, but the small handmade room.
There is a person's pure hobby, as if devoting himself to it can isolate him from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
At that time, Ding Yinan was thinking that when he became rich, he must change to a bigger house, and he also wanted to get a room purely dedicated to his hobbies.
"Then," Huo Zhixiao paused, "there is another reason for not being able to sleep."
"What?" Ding Yinan asked.
"Guess." Huo Zhixiao said.
Ding Yinan twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly, how old he is to play such boring games. He perfunctorily said, "I can't guess."
Huo Zhixiao slowly came over, as if whispering, whispered behind Ding Yinan's neck: "I miss you so much that I can't sleep."
Ding Yinan subconsciously thought that he was having auditory hallucinations, and he was a little dazed at the same time.
"We both sleep on the same mattress so I can pretend you're sleeping next to me."
Wait, it's not an auditory hallucination.
Then why is Huo Zhixiao's sudden overture? Could it be that he took the wrong medicine
Ding Yinan quickly thought of the only possibility, he snorted coldly in his heart, raised his eyebrows lightly and said: "Even so, I won't write a report for you."
Huo Huo: Your bed is for me to sleep in