Huo Zhixiao soon became silent, and there was a steady breathing sound behind his ears, as if the conversation just happened was in a dream.
After a while, Ding Yinan confirmed that Huo Zhixiao was talking in his sleep.
He let out a breath and removed the paws that had been stuck in his pajamas. He knew that it was absolutely impossible for Huo Zhixiao to sacrifice his sleep time for others.
Once before, Jiang Heng sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night to fool around, and was discovered by his family members, who improvised a lie, saying that he was with Huo Zhixiao. At the same time, he called Huo Zhixiao and asked him to go to the rescue, but Huo Zhixiao hung up the phone and fell asleep in no time.
"Ding Zhu." Huo Zhixiao murmured again from behind, "Am I delicious?"
Ding Yinan: "..."
What kind of messed up dreams does this person have
After a peaceful night, Ding Yinan had a good night's sleep.
When he woke up the next morning, he was in a trance for a moment, and unconsciously squeezed to the warm place beside him. But he quickly realized that something was wrong and sat up from the bed rubbing his eyes.
The ear-piercing alarm sound obviously disturbed Huo Zhixiao, who turned his brows tightly, but when he saw Ding Yinan, the unhappiness on his face instantly turned into a circle of confusion, and he spoke after a long while Said: "Didn't you dream last night?"
"What dream?" Ding Yinan turned off the alarm, yawned to refresh himself, and chatted with Huo Zhixiao.
Huo Zhixiao sat up, his expression still on the verge of half-dream. But at this moment, he suddenly grabbed Ding Yinan's arm and lifted the hem of his t-shirt involuntarily.
"It's a dream." Huo Zhixiao let go of Ding Yinan with regret on his face, "Otherwise you should have my teeth marks on your waist."
Being taken advantage of inexplicably early in the morning, Ding Yinan's chest suddenly felt angry. But as Huo Zhixiao let go of his arm immediately, his anger dissipated again.
This early in the morning, no one wants to make things difficult for themselves.
Ding Yinan calmly pulled up the hem of his clothes, and then said to Huo Zhixiao lightly: "If you want me to eat you, you are dreaming."
Huo Zhixiao should have woken up completely, looked at Ding Yinan belatedly and asked, "Why are you on the bed?"
"My bed, why can't I be here?" Ding Yinan rolled over and got off the bed, and was about to leave while pulling on her slippers.
"When did you come?" Huo Zhixiao asked again.
"After you fell asleep."
After saying this, Ding Yinan left the bedroom without looking back. Before he stepped into the bathroom, he vaguely heard a regretful swearing from the bedroom.
The timing of the electric toothbrush is two minutes, and the two minutes can be very short or very long.
In the bathroom of less than ten square meters, two big men stood side by side by the small sink, brushing their teeth with electric toothbrushes in unison.
Ding Yinan really couldn't understand why his job became like this, and he had to lend his mouthwash cup to his boss.
After a while, Ding Yinan's electric toothbrush stopped first. Under Huo Zhixiao's leisurely gaze, he washed his face repeatedly, patted on toner, and then returned to the living room.
The small living room was almost occupied by Huo Zhixiao's open suitcase. Ding Yinan was surprised last night that Uncle Huo would pack his luggage by himself, but the scene before him made him a little heartbroken.
The clothes and pants were thrown in a mess in the suitcase, and the laptop was stuffed in the middle of a pile of clothes without protection, and there were two shoe boxes next to it.
The three hundred years old who got up early had nowhere to release their energy, and it was the peak period of making troubles. Huo Zhixiao's suitcase is like a children's playground to it, it bounces around in it, making a lot of noise.
Ding Yinan wanted to ignore this scene, but just as he turned around and took a step, he couldn't bear it anymore and went back to the suitcase, and carried San Baisui out of it.
He threw Huo Zhixiao's luggage onto the sofa, then squatted beside the suitcase, and folded Huo Zhixiao's clothes one by one.
After a while, Huo Zhixiao's voice sounded behind him: "Ding Zhu."
"What?" Ding Yinan concentrated on putting away the clothes and pants by category.
"You look like my wife."
Ding Yinan paused, and asked without raising his head: "Will you pay your wife?"
He originally wanted to use the word salary to distinguish life from work, showing that he did all this for that generous salary. Unexpectedly, Huo Zhixiao's brain circuit is not on the same channel as him.
"It makes sense." Huo Zhixiao agreed, "Then I won't pay you salary."
"Huo Zhixiao!" Ding Yinan swished his head and stared at the person leaning on the door frame of the bathroom, "Do you still have a conscience?"
Huo Zhixiao couldn't help laughing, after a while he put away his smile, took out an electric shaver from the side and said: "I forgot to bring it, use yours."
After finishing speaking, he seemed worried and asked, "Has your ex-boyfriend used it?"
"No." Ding Yinan said angrily, "He has his own."
"OK."
When Huo Zhixiao tidied it up and came out of the bathroom, Ding Yinan had already packed his suitcase.
Everything fits neatly in the suitcase without any wasted space. Even three hundred years old came to have a look, and went back to the balcony to continue playing with the curtains.
"Don't you have a tie?" Ding Yinan clapped his hands when he was done, and asked Huo Zhixiao.
"Forget." Huo Zhixiao took off the white cotton t-shirt and picked up the shirt that Ding Yinan had prepared for him on the sofa.
The shining abdominal muscles appeared in front of Ding Yinan again, he turned his head away uncomfortably, and frowned: "Can you pay attention to the impact?"
"What effect?" Huo Zhixiao asked while buttoning the buttons.
"Don't just show off your abs." Ding Yinan said.
"Will you look hard when you look at my abs?" Huo Zhixiao asked.
"Of course not." Ding Yinan said.
"What effect does that have?"
Ding Yinan was caught off guard, why didn't he realize that Huo Zhixiao had so many high-sounding fallacies
"Also," Huo Zhixiao took off his pajama pants and picked up his suit pants, "Didn't you often see me like this before?"
"That was before." Ding Yinan said.
"What's the difference now?"
"Now… "
Ding Yinan stopped talking in time, the difference now is of course because the two rolled over the bed sheet, but if he said the reason, it would appear that he never forgot about it.
He gave up persuading Huo Zhixiao and went back to the bedroom to change his clothes. However, after entering the bedroom, he closed the bedroom door deliberately.
A minute later, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Huo Zhixiao leaned halfway in: "Lend me a tie."
Ding Yinan was holding suit pants in his hand, and his lower body was naked with only a pair of underwear. He angrily covered himself with his pants: "Huo Zhixiao!"
"What to block." Huo Zhixiao smiled, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."
"you… "
"Where's the tie?" Huo Zhixiao walked to Ding Yinan on his own, and opened the closet door beside him.
Taking advantage of Huo Zhixiao's gaze not on him, Ding Yinan quickly put one leg into his trouser leg. But at this moment, Huo Zhixiao suddenly took out the massage stick from the closet, and asked Ding Yinan seriously, "Do you want to bring this with you?"
"Me?" Ding Yinan's good upbringing made Ding Yinan swallow the swear words that came to his lips. He put down the raised leg, but tripped over his trousers, and threw himself straight at Huo Zhixiao.
Huo Zhixiao caught Ding Yinan, looked at the person in his arms who was blushing with anger, and said, "Ding Zhu, so you blushed like this."
"Huo Zhixiao." Ding Yinan gritted his teeth and said, "If I let you come to my house again, I'll be a dog."
The three-hundred-year-old who was playing in the living room at the right time let out a "woof".
Huo Zhixiao pursed his lips, as if forcing a smile on his lips. But within a second, he broke his power, pointed to the direction of the living room with his chin, and said with a smile, "Your son is calling you."