The morning sunlight penetrated through the floor-to-ceiling windows through the gaps in the curtains, and the light hit the wooden floor in the bedroom.
He Lianqing had already woken up because of his long biological clock, but he had been lying on the bed in the same position. Because when he woke up this morning, he found that the person who avoided him last night was sleeping soundly by leaning against his heart.
Unlike the estranged and polite when they were with the previous two times, Han Yang looked incredibly gentle after falling asleep, with an indescribable softness between his brows, the corners of his slightly upturned mouth seemed to be dreaming of something funny, and he rubbed coquettishly. hit him twice.
This made He Lianqing a little surprised, and looked at him with interest, expecting him to wake up and see what his expression would look like in such a posture.
Han Yang woke up ten minutes later. Because of He Lianqing's sudden return, his nerves were a little tense, and he didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night yesterday.
He had a dream last night, dreaming of a scene where he was playing in the field with the big dog, Fat Dumpling, when he was a child. He was only eight years old at the time, and Fat Dumpling stood almost taller than him. While playing, Fat Dumpling happily rubbed his head against him. He chased the fat dumplings back and forth in the field until grandpa called him back to eat.
The dream of childhood is too far away, grandpa has turned gray, and the fat dumpling who grew up with him is no longer there.
Reaching out and rubbing his eyes, Han Yang squinted at the light coming from the curtain, his eyes confused.
He was a little dazed when he just woke up, and it took half a minute to fully wake up. When he returned to God, he was really stunned. He found that He Lianqing was looking down at him, and he was lying on the other side's chest.
After their eyes met, Han Yang was a bit at a loss, what was the situation
He Lianqing knew when Han Yang was rubbing his eyes that he was awake, but just as he was waiting to see his reaction, he found that Han Yang was looking forward with an almost blank look, without any expression or any sense of their current posture. He said that, and then he found out that Han Yang actually got up and stayed...
The stunned Han Yang is very cute. Helianqing thought to herself.
"Sorry." Han Yang quickly left him. He didn't know when he leaned on it. If it was when he fell asleep last night, then He Lianqing should be very tired, right? been in one position for so long.
In addition to being apologetic, he couldn't help but think that he was clearly holding a fat dumpling in his dream, so why even Helianqing was holding him
…and it wouldn't be a good dumpling with a man's stinky temper.
He Lianqing, who was free, moved her somewhat stiff shoulders. In order to make Han Yang sleep comfortably, he hardly even moved his left arm. He didn't expect that Han Yang would be better. When he woke up, he hurriedly avoided him as if he was a beast of a flood.
Seeing Helianqing rubbing her shoulders, Han Yang said embarrassedly, "I didn't mean to, are you okay?"
He Lianqing's hand paused for a while, and then rubbed it harder. He glanced at Han Yang lightly, and said, "I really can't see it, I hid so far yesterday."
"..." Han Yang was speechless, realizing that He Lianqing was a dead star if he didn't complain.
He Lianqing lifted the quilt and got out of bed, took out the clothes from the closet, and looked back at Han Yang who was still sitting on the bed: "I'm going to take a shower, you pack up and go out to eat."
"Do you have the habit of taking a shower in the morning?" Han Yang asked subconsciously, and he regretted it as soon as he asked. Sure enough, he saw the usual sarcasm on the man's face.
"I'm going to wash the saliva you left on my chest." He Lianqing dropped these words and went into the bathroom to wash the saliva he said.
Han Yang reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth as soon as he closed the door, only to find that it was dry.
Lousy mouth. Han Yang complained in his heart.
During lunch, He Lianqing answered a phone call, and it was the old man Helian, who was He Lianqing's grandfather.
Although Han Yang didn't know the old man Helian, he also knew that the old man played a pivotal role in the business world of L City. Such an old man was different from his kind and amiable grandfather. Not a word.
"Yeah." He Lianqing picked up the phone, glanced at Han Yang who was mute, and said slowly, "Take your granddaughter-in-law back."
Han Yang's hand holding the chopsticks paused, his expression instantly stiff.
Helianqing's lips curled slightly, and after a few words, she hung up the phone. He put the phone aside and looked at Han Yang: "It's quite calm."
His tone was neither light nor serious, unable to say what it meant, Han Yang raised his head and looked at him: "I'm not calm, will you let me go back?"
"What do you think?" He Lianqing asked back.
The answer is definitely not possible.
Of course Han Yang knew, and he had seen it from last night that since He Lianqing had spoken out, he would not be given a chance to go back on it. In fact, what He Lianqing said was wrong, why wasn't he nervous, but it was useless, he could only take one step at a time.
"Don't you need to buy some gifts?" Han Yang asked in the car. After all, it was the first time we met. It would be rude if he didn't bring anything, but Han Yang himself didn't know what to buy, like Helian. In such a prominent family, a gift bought by a college student who didn't even have a job would be insignificant.
"I've bought it, and after a while, they should give you a gift." Helian held the steering wheel and glanced at Han Yang who was sitting next to him, "Just a sweeter mouth."
"..." Han Yang's face was expressionless.
Helianqing snorted and said nothing.
Han Yang, who grew up in the village, always felt that He Lianqing's house with three bedrooms and two living rooms was luxurious enough. When he saw the house of Helian's family, he realized that there is no luxury but more luxury.
Although the four-story medium-sized villa is not high, it covers a large area. In addition to the house, there is a yard the size of a small football field as soon as you enter the gate, and there is a garden pool and the like next to it.
He Lianqing said that he usually went to work and lived in the apartment, but now only his grandfather, parents and servants live here.
Do you live alone on the first floor? Han Yang thought wildly, thinking of his small bungalow, he couldn't help but sigh that he really is a capitalist with all kinds of evil.
Parking the car in the yard, He Lianqing took out a few gift bags with gifts from the back seat and handed them over to the waiting servants, then led Han Yang into the house.
After entering the house, there were only a few servants in the room. He Lianqing's parents were not at home. The servants greeted He Lianqing respectfully when they saw him. There was no unnecessary topic. The room was too big and seemed a little cold.
In contrast, Han Yang still likes his own small bungalow. Although it is small and old, it is warm and happy.
"Is the old man upstairs?" He Lianqing asked.
"The old man has been in the study upstairs after he finished his meal." The servant replied respectfully. The old man used to go upstairs to play chess by himself after lunch. The family knew it. He Lianqing nodded and pulled Han Yang upstairs. Sure enough, he found the old man behind the study on the second floor.
The moment he saw the old man, Han Yang's heart, which had been relaxed a little, was lifted again. The man in front of him was He Lianqing's grandfather, who used to be a leader in the business world. Old people playing with children are completely different.
"Grandpa." He Lianqing called out to the old man who was sitting and playing chess. Han Yang didn't know what to call him.
The old man hummed, without looking up, they were still looking at their chessboard thinking about the next step.
He Lianqing seemed to be used to not bothering him any more, and took Han Yang to sit down at the tea table next to him, brewing tea on his own.
When He Lianqing was brewing tea, he sat upright with his waist down, his shirt sleeves were slightly rolled up, and his movements were smooth and handsome. He brewed the tea and poured a cup for Han Yang. Han Yang said thank you and took a sip of the tea to ease the tension in his heart.
"What are you nervous about?" He Lianqing glanced at him.
Han Yang glanced at the old man who was playing chess alone, and asked in a low voice, "How are we doing?"
"There's nothing wrong, the old man doesn't like being interrupted by others when he is playing chess." He Lianqing took a sip of tea, "Besides, you will get used to it after a few more times."
"..." But I didn't want to.
Han Yang lowered his head and drank tea, and stopped making a sound, and He Lianqing stopped teasing him.