In the end, Ding Yinan still wrote a report to Huo Zhixiao.
"Isn't it okay to exchange a mattress for a report?"
Huo Zhixiao's lips were tight, and his eyes were full of displeasure, as if Ding Yinan was so heartless and ungrateful. Obviously he insisted on giving the mattress, but in the end it became a reasonable excuse for Ding Yinan to write the report.
Ding Yinan could see that Huo Zhixiao was really resisting writing the report, he hesitated for a moment, and made a calculation in his mind, this mattress was expensive, and it wouldn't matter if he had to work overtime for a few hours Very bad.
After looking through the materials for most of the night, and deleting, deleting, and correcting them several times, by the time Ding Yinan finished typing the last line of the report, it was already eleven o'clock at night.
Ding Yinan seldom worked overtime to this point, let alone paperwork like reports, he would only finish them in the office.
But Huo Zhixiao had finalized the design draft of Sanyang Village Library, and the two of them would go to Sanyang Village for a business trip. Ding Yinan didn't want to delay writing the report until he came back from the business trip.
After taking a shower, he returned to the bedroom, and as if rewarding himself, he relaxed and lay down on the newly replaced mattress.
An expensive household item like this is rarely in stock in the factory. Usually, the deposit is paid first, the delivery time is agreed, and then the manufacturer delivers the goods to the door.
But it happened that the mattress of this brand was 1.5 meters in stock, so Ding Yinan enjoyed the ultimate sleeping feeling that night. As for Huo Zhixiao, he still has to wait another half a month.
Before turning off the lights and going to sleep, Ding Yinan habitually looked at his phone for a while. Just when he was about to lock the screen, two WeChat messages popped up on the top of the screen.
[Huo Zhixiao: I was bitten by a mosquito]
[Huo Zhixiao: Picture.jpg]
Ding Yinan clicked on the picture, picked up his phone and took a closer look. It took him a long time to see where Huo Zhixiao was bitten.
Huo Zhixiao should be half lying on the bed, holding up his mobile phone to take a picture of his naked upper body from the side. The figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist is vividly highlighted in the photo, and the obvious chest and abdomen muscles seem to be the subject of the photo.
The bitten place was located on the side of the waist, an inconspicuous little red spot. If Huo Zhixiao hadn't told Ding Yinan that a mosquito was biting him in advance, Ding Yinan wouldn't have noticed that place at all.
[Ding Yinan: There is mosquito repellent in the coffee table drawer]
After Ding Yinan pressed the send button, he put down the phone, but at this moment the phone vibrated again.
[Huo Zhixiao: Is the new mattress comfortable to sleep on?]
Ding Yinan thought for a while, and objectively commented: "It's pretty good."
[Huo Zhixiao: I don't have a new mattress to sleep on]
[Huo Zhixiao: Mosquitoes still bite me]
Ding Yinan still felt a little bit sorry for enjoying the new mattress first. But he didn't think it was his problem, he could only say that he was a little luckier than Huo Zhixiao.
[Huo Zhixiao: I'm going to lose sleep again]
[Ding Yinan: There is calming tea under the TV cabinet]
After sending this message, Huo Zhixiao did not reply. Ding Yinan guessed that he had gone to make tea, so he put down his phone and prepared to fall asleep.
The high-end mattress is really comfortable to sleep on, as if someone is gently supporting the heels. Ding Yinan quickly emptied his mind and fell asleep in a daze. But it didn't take long before the vibrations beside the pillow brought him back to reality.
He picked up his phone impatiently and saw that it was Huo Zhixiao calling.
"Hello?" Ding Yinan frowned, and pressed the answer button patiently.
"Help me open the door." Huo Zhixiao said.
"What door?" Ding Yinan asked.
"Your door."
The next second, there was a "dong dong" knock on the door in the quiet room.
Ding Yinan held up his mobile phone in surprise and came to the entrance to open the door, and then saw Huo Zhixiao in pajamas, flip flops, and a 26-inch suitcase standing beside him.
"What are you?" Ding Yinan asked confusedly.
"Soothing tea is useless." Huo Zhixiao pushed open the door and walked in dragging the suitcase as he spoke.
"No," Ding Yinan followed behind Huo Zhixiao with a strange expression on his face, "What are you doing at my house?"
"Aren't you going to Sanyang Village for a business trip tomorrow?" Huo Zhixiao threw the suitcase in the living room, and walked straight to the bedroom, "I'll come and meet you first."
At this time, Ding Yinan finally kept up with Huo Zhixiao's rhythm, it seemed that this old man was going to come to his house to sleep for a night.
Last time when he was on a business trip to Sanyang Village, Ding Yinan also stayed at Huo Zhixiao's house for one night. In terms of emotion and reason, if Huo Zhixiao wants to come to live in his house, he should act hospitable.
But the problem is that the houses of the two people are not the same.
"Wait." Ding Yinan stopped in front of the bedroom door, "My house only has one bedroom."
"I know." Huo Zhixiao said.
"Then you're still here?"
"I bought the mattress."
Ding Yinan took a deep breath, but didn't think of how to refute. As the saying goes, cannibals are short-mouthed and soft-handed, and he understood this truth today.
"If I don't sleep on that mattress," Huo Zhixiao twitched the corners of his lips, his tone softened, "I'll have insomnia again tonight."
Going to Sanyang Village tomorrow will have to drive another morning on a bad road, Huo Zhixiao can't catch up on sleep in that bumpy state. Thinking of this, Ding Yinan gradually let go of his hand on the door frame, but the expression on his face became even more irritable.
He was already asleep, but he was woken up abruptly from the bed, and now even the nest has been taken. However, what bothered him the most was not this, it was that he was already like this, and he was still thinking about Huo Zhixiao.
Forget it, Ding Yinan comforted himself, his professional ethics did not allow him to drive the boss out of his home.
The bed in the bedroom was given to Huo Zhixiao, so Ding Yinan had no choice but to take a thin quilt and go to the living room. As soon as he lay down, Huo Zhixiao's voice came from the bedroom: "Lend me your mobile phone charger."
Ding Yinan tidied the cushions with resentment, and said angrily, "I take it from the bedside table by myself."
As soon as the words finished, Ding Yinan suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar. A white light flashed in his mind, and when he dropped the cushion and ran into the bedroom, the massage stick had already appeared in Huo Zhixiao's hand again.
Ding Yinan slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Ding Zhu," Huo Zhixiao said with a smile in his eyes, "So this is how you spent your vacation?"
"I didn't!" Ding Yinan stepped forward, trying to snatch the massage stick from Huo Zhixiao's hand, but Huo Zhixiao leaned back and easily dodged it.
"Did you miss me when you used it?" Huo Zhixiao asked again.
"Am I crazy?!" Ding Yinan was going crazy. He knelt on the bed with one knee, grabbed Huo Zhixiao's forearm with one hand, and reached for the massage stick in his hand with the other.
"Just after we broke up with my boyfriend, the massage stick was put in the bedside table." Huo Zhixiao looked at Ding Yinan seriously and analyzed, "Ding Zhu, do you still say you are not hungry?"
"I really don't have one!" Ding Yinan snatched the massage stick from Huo Zhixiao's hand, then retreated to the bed, and threw the massage stick into the closet with a bang.
Huo Zhixiao laughed straight on the bed, Ding Yinan had nothing to do with him, and went back to the living room with a headache.
The small one-bedroom room finally became quiet again. Ding Yinan lay on the sofa in the living room, and truly felt what the difference between clouds and mud is.
The sofa was bought at IKEA, and I bought it at a discount in 1999. Cheap IKEA furniture is cheap, but the quality is really not flattering. It is not a problem to sit on it normally, but it is uncomfortable everywhere when lying on it.
The first is length. Ding Yinan's height was close to 1.8 meters. After lying down, his legs would either reach out of the armrest, or he could only bend over in aggrieved manner.
He could solve this problem by lying on his side, but the springs of the sofa were too soft, no matter how good his waist was, it would be uncomfortable to maintain the scoliotic posture all the time.
Ding Yinan tossed and turned on the sofa for an hour, and the anxiety of insomnia made him more and more unbalanced.
The person who was supposed to suffer from insomnia was the old man in the bedroom, but now it turned out to be Ding Yinan who suffered from this indiscriminate disaster.
Although Ding Yinan is not as demanding on sleep as Huo Zhixiao, no normal person is willing to lose sleep in this dark night.
Not long after, Ding Yinan couldn't bear it anymore. He gently pushed open the bedroom door and called out, "Huo Zhixiao?"
The person on the bed didn't respond, he should be sound asleep.
The 1.5-meter bed was just big enough for Huo Zhixiao to sleep alone, but fortunately, he turned sideways, leaving a large area behind his back.
Ding Yinan put the pillow on the side of the bed, and lay down on the edge of the bed with extreme restraint, trying to minimize his sense of existence. Based on his understanding of Huo Zhixiao, this person will never wake up easily when he falls asleep.
After a while, Huo Zhixiao next to him did not respond, and Ding Yinan finally relaxed.
A good mattress is unusual, even the edge of the bed is comfortable to sleep on. Ding Yinan gradually sank into the mattress, feeling drowsy like a scourge. But just when he was about to fall asleep, Huo Zhixiao beside him suddenly turned over and put his arm on his waist.
The drowsiness that had finally arrived was interrupted again, and veins sprouted uncontrollably on Ding Yinan's forehead.
Huo Zhixiao casually touched Ding Yinan's body a few times, first his waist, then as if curious about what it was, he touched down again until he reached his hip bone.
From this moment on, this hand seemed to suddenly become conscious, and it went straight down to touch Ding Yinan's buttocks.
Huo Zhixiao's vague voice sounded behind his ears: "You are here."
There was no surprise in the lazy tone, it seemed that after waiting for a long time, Ding Yinan finally came.
"I can't sleep on the sofa." Ding Yinan's reason was quite sufficient. He had expected the situation of being discovered by Huo Zhixiao. Although it was a bit embarrassing, this was his bed in the first place, and there was nothing wrong with him wanting to sleep here, "You Come over, I won't bother you."
"It's okay to bother me." Huo Zhixiao's hand slowly moved up along Ding Yinan's curve, and slipped into his pajamas without anyone noticing, "I'm willing to sacrifice sleep time for you."
"So," he paused, "do you want to do it?"