He Yu stayed at Xie Qingcheng's house for a few days, and the troubles appeared.
"Xie Qingcheng, why doesn't this lamp have intelligent dimming?"
"It's just an ordinary incandescent lamp, it's not smart."
"Is that so..."
after awhile-
"Xie Qingcheng, I don't know how to use this coffee machine at home."
“…there is no coffee machine at home.”
"Isn't this?"
Xie Qingcheng looked over and said, "... This is a retro craft decoration that Xie Xue bought. Didn't you see that it didn't have a plug."
"Then what if I want to drink coffee?"
Xie Qingcheng handed him his mobile phone: "Order takeaway."
He Yu happily played with Xie Qingcheng's mobile phone for a long time, but his main job was to change all the notes on his mobile phone to "husband", and did not order coffee.
in a little while...
"Xie Qingcheng, how do you turn on the gas?"
"Twist it." Xie Qingcheng was reading a book without raising his head.
"Where to screw?"
"Just the red one, press it down and screw it."
He Yu then stood in front of the stove and studied left and right for a long time, carefully testing, and finally—
"Baah-ka!"
The stove let out a whimper and scream, Xie Qingcheng put down the book abruptly, got up and rushed over, and saw He Yu holding the old-fashioned stove button that he had twisted, frowning: "This thing is not Used."
He turned his head and looked at Xie Qingcheng innocently with his apricot eyes: "Brother Xie, you haven't changed the gas stove for several years."
"..." Xie Qingcheng felt that the back of his neck was bulging and his blood pressure was a little high, but he still said, "Forget it. I'll find someone to replace it in the afternoon."
"That noon..."
"Take you out to eat at noon."
So at noon that day, Xie Qingcheng took He Yu out to the restaurant.
But today is not a festival, Xie Qingcheng has no habit of extravagance and waste, so he just found a roadside shop and plunged in.
He Yu took a look, ho, familiar, isn't this the shop where he made Huainan beef noodle soup on New Year's Eve
"Boss lady, two bowls of beef noodle soup, served with puff pastry."
Xie Qingcheng scanned the QR code to pay at the noisy cash register, only to hear a loud "Alipay collection - 18 yuan", his owner spent ten yuan to get their lunch.
Before this was changed, the expensive President He had already turned his face and quit, but now it is different. He happily found a small broken bench and sat down. He took off two disposable chopsticks. He still loves it. Clean, ran to pick up two cups of hot water and rinsed the tips of the chopsticks.
Xie Qingcheng came back after paying the money, and seeing that he was poor there, he said, "It's useless to do this, it's just a psychological comfort."
But Boss He felt that it was good to have some psychological comfort, and still stubbornly competed with the four wooden signs there.
This time is different from New Year's Eve. On New Year's Eve, the beef soup shop was miserable and deserted, and only the proprietress who fell into Qian's eyes persevered and stood in the cold wind. He Yu is sitting with a strange customer, no one will look at him no matter how careful he is.
But now, this small shop is crowded with honest and honest working class, and the Wang brothers and Zhao sisters in the office are all anxiously waiting to take away the packaged beef soup, while the evil capitalist Mr. He is slowly using 85 Disposable chopsticks were rinsed with hot water that did not reach the degree of Celsius, attracting the wide-eyed gazes of many workers who were waiting for meals.
Xie Qingcheng felt that his blood pressure went up a little again.
A young girl in overalls couldn't help whispering to her colleague, their eyes wandering suspiciously over He Yu's clothes.
"Yeah... it's definitely fake."
"If his shoes are real, how could he come to eat at this kind of stall..."
"The guy looks so handsome, how can he wear fakes, alas, today's boys don't want to be so vain..."
He Yu, who admires vanity, rinsed the chopsticks and handed it to Xie Qingcheng with a smile: "Come on, you use this."
Little girl: "Tsk tsk tsk, he also pleases the leader."
Colleague: "How do you know it's his leader?"
"That man is well-dressed and has a poker face, just look at it. Leaders are like this. They are very good at squeezing fresh graduates, and they will soon squeeze people dry, just like our director..."
Their numbers were called at the window, and there was a limited lunch break at noon. The two little girls hurriedly walked away with takeaways. While walking, they frequently looked back to see the pair of "supervisors who are very good at squeezing fresh graduates and those who love vanity to please leaders." subordinate".
Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and pinched the back of his neck involuntarily, only to feel his head hurt even more.
It's not over yet - in the afternoon, Xie Qingcheng received a call from Shanghai Medical Department, asking him to go to the school to complete some reinstatement procedures.
Xie Qingcheng was not very worried that He Yu was at home alone. Before he left, he taught the bourgeois young boss to his bones how to use the old-fashioned TV, the kettle for the stove, and the switch buttons and remote controls in the house. He re-introduced him to ensure that Mr. He would not electrocute himself to death of thirst or boredom to death during this period, and then drove away from Moyu Lane.
The reinstatement procedure was very successful, but I was so busy that I missed several calls.
In the evening, when Xie Qing presented a pile of documents and was about to go home, he took out his silent mobile phone and glanced—
5 missed calls
Contact: Husband
Xie Qingcheng: "?"
Xie Qingcheng: "..."
I would like to know who changed this note. Xie Qingcheng felt that his nerves that had been in pain for a day jumped twice again, but now this is nothing, just change it back later, the key problem is that these five calls mean that He Yu should have an emergency call at that time. he.
He called back immediately, and in the process of waiting, he had already thought about He Yuchuang's 180 disasters.
"Hello, Brother Xie." When thinking of the 181st disaster, the phone was connected, and He Yu's voice came from the phone.
Fortunately, it sounds pretty normal.
Xie Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief: "You made several calls after three o'clock in the afternoon, what's wrong?"
"Oh, it's alright, I just wanted to ask why there is no hot water in your bathroom today, but it's resolved now—ah chirp!"
Xie Qingcheng paused for a moment: "...have a cold?"
Listening carefully, you can indeed hear the young man's nasal voice from the mobile phone. He Yu's voice was slightly hoarse, and he said with a smile: "Well, it's a little cold."
Xie Qingcheng was silent for a few seconds: "Have you found the water heater switch before taking a shower? It will take about half an hour for the water to heat up."
"What? It turned out to be like this." He Yu was a little surprised, "I thought it was hot water when I opened it directly. I've never used this style before, no wonder - A Jiu!!"
"...So how did you take a bath."
He Yu looks like a simple and honest Samoyed who has worked hard for a long time but still fails the dog competition test. From the radio waves, he can be heard with an embarrassed smile: "Brother, I use cold water for bathing..."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
I fucking knew it! !
That night, Xie Qingcheng simmered He Yu a cup of rock candy Sydney soup in the newly replaced gas stove at home. He looked at the fire and couldn't help but lose his breath: "You can also catch a cold in the summer, but Xie Xue didn't have it when he was a child. You don't know how to take care of yourself, even if the water is cold, you won't continue to blow the air conditioner at 18 degrees after taking a shower, right?"
Cute Samoyed with a thermometer in his mouth: "Mmmmmmm."
"I've told you many times. Don't turn on the air conditioner so low in summer. Sixteen degrees is the most suitable. Why did you adjust it back after I left?!"
Cute Ye Ye continued to hold the thermometer vaguely: "Mmmmmmm."
Xie Qingcheng stared cutely: "Did you hear it in your ears?"
He Yu didn't dare to perfunctory, took out the thermometer and said, "Brother Xie, I didn't do it on purpose, I'm just not used to it."
"You're not used to you—" Xie Qing's lecture was halfway through, and the water in the pot overflowed. He had to suspend the education of young people and turn around to deal with the stewed Sydney pear soup.
"Brother, don't be angry, you see I don't have a fever, I just have a cold..."
Looking at the food, Xie Qingcheng, who was furious in his heart, was suddenly hugged by He Yu from behind, and then the young man's hot and low voice came from behind his ears.
The young man's chin was pressed against his neck, and he rubbed against him attached.
He just held him like this, rubbed against him, and watched the steam in the pot slowly rise, lingering lightly in the house.
This scene seemed familiar, Xie Qingcheng seemed to be suddenly reminded of some long-term memory, tapped He Yu's forehead with the handle of the shovel, and said with a stern face: "Do you want to be in heat or eat."
"This, do you really want me to choose..." He Yu's voice was a little smirk, and because of the cold, he showed a little magnetic and hoarseness. As he spoke, his hand touched the leather of Xie Qingcheng's suit. Kuku, "Then brother, I chose, you can't regret it..."
Xie Qingcheng was just repeating the old words, and eased the stiff atmosphere. He Yu didn't expect that he would take it seriously, so he couldn't help but straighten his face: "Be honest, you should rest well when you have a cold."
"But, I want to exercise and sweat." He Yu's voice became deeper and deeper, and his eyes darkened, biting Xie Qingcheng's red mole on the back of his neck, rubbing his lips, and said softly, "It will get better this way. faster."
"Then you go out for a mile."
"Don't." He Yu continued to rub against him, Samoyed rubbed against him, "Brother, come and help me heal, okay?"
Xie Qingcheng: "..."
"Are you okay, brother?"
damn it.
Is it still useful for him to say bad things now? !
So the entanglement stopped in the middle of the night, Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes in the aftermath and raised his hand to cover his forehead.
At the end, he was not on the bed, there was a rocking reclining chair beside the bed, He Yu wanted to help Xie Qingcheng get up from the reclining chair, Xie Qingcheng some elders were sullen and took out his hand from He Yu's palm: "Release. The fuck will go."
He felt that He Yu was too much tossing, and he didn't talk about the bottom line and the bottom line. He did whatever he wanted because he spoiled him now.
The desks, reclining chairs, and bathrooms in this room seem to be in good condition for He Yu. The little bastard has to look at the chopsticks when he eats, but now he doesn't pick them at all. Young Master Jin'er's illness was gone in an instant, and he was completely healed!
The worst thing is that Xie Xue didn't know when she went back to Moyu Lane to live for a few days. She lost some clothes in the dirty laundry basket. The bathroom of Xie's house was too small. Qing Cheng accidentally knocked over the rattan basket. A bunch of girls' summer dresses and a pair of lace stockings fell out of the basket. They were actually fucking sexy.
When Xie Qingcheng saw this kind of nonsense, he was about to suffer from high blood pressure and became very angry. When he thought that Xie Xue was married and the mother of two children, he was not qualified to educate her in this regard, and he was even more angry. Great, my head hurts even more.
However, He Yu was still worried, and put it there to add fuel to the fire - the young man glanced at the black lace and white dress on the ground, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and suddenly he thought of the sexy wedding dress he had browsed before.
At that time, he hated Xie Qingcheng, so he wanted to dress Xie Qingcheng to humiliate him.
Now he doesn't want to humiliate Xie Qingcheng anymore. Based on Xie Qingcheng's calmness index, it is estimated that if he wants to humiliate, he will not be able to humiliate him, but he still has this unspeakable desire.
He touched Xie Qingcheng with his eyes up and down, and only imagined Xie Qingcheng wearing those European and American lace wedding dresses and stockings. The color of his eyes darkened and his nasal cavity was a little hot.
If Xie Qingcheng could put on those stockings...
He approached him and said to Xie Qing in the hot sweat: "Brother Xie, I'm thinking..."
Xie Qingcheng met his eyes, and he knew what the bastard was thinking without him having to say everything. Xie Qingcheng said angrily, "Don't even think about it!"
He Yu paused for a moment, then smiled: "So clever, how do you understand me so well."
He did not continue the topic that would make Xie Qing show him color, but when he intensified his entanglement, Xie Qingcheng did not see the faint flashes in his eyes.
According to some unreliable survey results, many boys have a secret expectation of letting their lovers wear stockings, which will make them excited and excited. He Yu suddenly found that he could not be exempted from the custom.
But now it seems that this matter is not playable directly with Xie Qingcheng, I don't know if there is any other way...
He Yu knew very well that Xie Qingcheng couldn't be hard on him. The harder you were, the colder he became.
If you want to achieve your goals, it is useless to cheat and sell cute, you need brains.
He has to think again.
There was such an episode, Xie Qingcheng was naturally scornful to He Yu.
After everything was over, he would never allow He Yu to follow him to the shower room again—
It was like this the previous time. He Yu said that he came in to take a bath together, but he got nervous after washing, so he knocked over Xie Xue's dirty laundry basket and saw the clothes that made his cerebral blood vessels jump.
One but three, this time Xie Qingcheng refused to let him at all. Although his waist was sore and his legs were sore, he was almost unsteady when he got off the reclining chair, but he still resolutely refused the support of the young man.
only…
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
After finally taking a shower, he came out of the bathroom. Xie Qingcheng stood in the mist, with his back against the wall, and did not move for a while. He didn't wipe the robe with a towel either, he just raised his hand and rubbed it on the smooth eyebrows.
Seeing that he was a little different, He Yu stepped forward and said, "Xie Qingcheng?"
After a while, Xie Qingcheng slowly put his hand down, he said with a sullen face and a calm voice, "It's nothing, the side effects of the prosthetic eye just happened."
After thinking about it, now is not the time to be angry with He Yu, Xie Qingcheng finally relaxed and raised a smooth hand: "Come here."
He Yu was so surprised that he didn't even have time to ask, and immediately stepped forward to hold his hand.
Xie Qingcheng frowned, lowered his eyelids, and said in a low voice, "You help me to the bed first."