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"Won't."
Han Yi spoke decisively, while Xia Yang was speechless.
But when I glanced at the wheelchair standing behind the car, I suddenly felt that I was not thinking about it.
Kissing, hugging, and lifting someone up are basic exercises for normal people, but for a person with limited legs and feet who is sitting in a wheelchair, it may be a bit rude.
Especially lifting high.
"Well, if you don't know how to do it, I won't have time to teach you now," Xia Yang found an innocuous reason to skip the topic, thought for a while and then said, "Just adapt to the situation, I take the lead, you cooperate, we can work together. , unparalleled sweetness.”
Han Yi: "."
An hour later, the car drove into Mrs. Tang's manor.
The manor occupies a vast area, with villas on one side and a wine garden on the other, with rolling green hills in the background. Outside the garden is a cobblestone path lined with lush vegetation, clusters of flowers, and elegant fragrance filling the air.
Approaching the door, Xia Yang naturally pushed Han Yi's wheelchair and hummed a love song in a low voice: "When you are old and can't walk anymore, take a nap by the fire and reminisce about your youth..."
Han Yi: "..."
The hot air from the top of his head sprayed all over the back of his neck. He wanted to stop Xia Yang from pushing the wheelchair for him, and also stopped the unflattering song, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally just pursed his lips and said nothing.
Looking back on the time since he injured his leg in a car accident, apart from the first days when he couldn't even stand up, there was almost no one to help him push his wheelchair.
Not wanting sympathy and pity, and not wanting to be considered a "vulnerable group", he almost refused to accept help and care from everyone.
This time, that’s it. To pretend to be intimate in front of his family, the agreement partner is a special case, he thought in his heart.
There was still some distance from the door to the big villa. Xia Yang pushed Han Yi forward slowly. Outside the big villa, Mrs. Tang saw the two of them and greeted them: "Xiao Yi, you are back!"
The old man is graceful, kind-hearted, and seems to be an easy person to get along with.
Xia Yang smiled broadly and introduced herself without any hesitation: "Hello, grandma, I am Mr. Han's recent daughter-in-law."
Han Yi's lips twitched slightly when he heard this, but Mrs. Tang laughed loudly. She came over and took the young man's hand, and looked at the granddaughter-in-law carefully: "I heard from Xiao Yi, your name is Xia Yang, right? You're so pretty. , I heard he is an artist?"
"Yes," Xia Yang did not deny it.
Mrs. Tang patted him: "It's not easy to be in the entertainment industry. You have to have money and a backer. If you need to burn money, just tell Xiaoyi. Anyway, he can't spend all the money he makes."
"!!" Xia Yang was shocked.
The pattern of a wealthy grandmother is unusual. She just started to persuade him to burn her husband's money after they met her!
Yes, he will think about it carefully...
After chatting for a while, the three of them entered the villa together. The maids served pre-dinner tea and the cooks were preparing tonight's dinner. Not long after, Han Yi's two childhood friends also arrived. One was Tang Siming, a powerful actor and movie king, and the other was Liang Yue, the young boss of a major Internet company.
These two are also Han Yi's only close friends.
"Congratulations, Brother Yi, the mother's womb is solo 27, and the iron tree is blooming for the first time."
"Brother Yi, the most handsome boy in the entertainment industry, is so lucky!"
Tang Siming and Liang Yue congratulated each other one after another. Xia Yangshe was a very good person, and he quickly became familiar with them.
After chatting for a while, Mrs. Tang came over and said she would take him to the second floor for a visit. He guessed that the old man probably wanted to talk to him alone, so he temporarily left Han Yi's circle of friends.
There are a total of 5 rooms on the second floor. Han Yi's bedroom is at the innermost side. Mrs. Tang said that he lived here before he was 14 years old.
The furnishings of the room were minimalist, and two walls were made into bookcases. On the bookcases, Xia Yang read "The Wealth of Nations", "Das Kapital", "History of Philosophy", "Human Behavior"... all of which are the kind of books that normal people would read. Books that are not included are not translations, but original works.
Breathtaking, breathtaking.
Plastic Husband had to watch these when he was 14 years old. He remembers that when he was 14 years old, he seemed to be watching "Tiny Times" and "Sadness Against the River".
How miserable!
He was talking about Han Yi. A typical unlucky kid with no childhood.
After the visit, Mrs. Tang pulled him to sit down on the small sofa: "Isn't it pleasant to live with Xiaoyi?"
When it came to marriage, she originally wanted to find a gentle woman as her marriage partner. However, Han Yi repeatedly insisted that only men would be considered, so she gave up her previous idea.
I don’t even know when my great grandson became a bender.
Xia Yang thought of the business appointment and nodded: "Happy! Brother Xiaoyi and I fell in love at first sight. We fell in love on the first day we got together. From now on... you know."
In order to act realistically, he deliberately lowered his head to pretend to be shy, holding back a long breath and not daring to breathe, until his face turned red.
Mrs. Tang looked at the shy blush on her granddaughter-in-law's face, opened her mouth, and couldn't believe it: "What you said...is all true?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's more real than real gold." Xia Yang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Mrs. Tang observed him for a while longer. Although she was still doubtful about "falling in love", a happy smile slowly crept up her brow.
"This is the best thing. Xiao Yi has a cold temperament. He has been unwilling to get close to others since he was a child, and he is unwilling to express his feelings." She sighed and frowned. "He is not well yet and cannot get out of the wheelchair. Look at his appearance and appearance. It was no different before, and I didn’t know how sad it was, but he never refused to say it... "
Hearing this description, Xia Yang couldn't help but picture Han Yi hiding in the quilt and crying softly in the dead of night.
It's so pitiful...
"Grandma, don't worry," he promised, patting his chest, "I will always be with Brother Yi and take care of him as my own son."
Mrs. Tang: "..."
Mrs. Tang: "???"
What a weird seniority.
"Oh, no, no," Xia Yang reacted and waved his hand quickly, "I mean, I will do my best to give him warmth and care, we are tired of cutting wood! This is my unshirkable responsibility."
It sounds much better to say it this way. Mrs. Tang looked moved and squeezed her granddaughter-in-law's hand tightly, "What if Xiaoyi... what if she has to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of her life?"
"That doesn't matter. Don't abandon or give up. The man in the wheelchair can arouse my protective desire even more."
Mrs. Tang's eyes were red and the corners of her mouth were trembling.
If you find a treasure, your granddaughter-in-law will be a little angel living in the world!
After chatting, the two went downstairs to prepare for dinner. As soon as they arrived in the living room, Mrs. Tang called Han Yi aside.
"Xiao Yi," she couldn't suppress her excitement, "Xia Yang is a good boy. You have to treat him well. If one day I hear that you bully him, I will never let you off lightly!"
Han Yi: "?"
Everyone sat down, and the chef set a sumptuous dinner table. The crystal cups shone with silver light and were dazzling, and the expensive red wine was soaked with a hint of sweetness.
Let's raise a toast together and wish the newlyweds a happy marriage.
"Brother Yi is the youngest among the three of us - oh, I mean age. I never expected that he would be the first to get married." Liang Yue said.
"Who says it's not the case!" Tang Siming also said with a smile, "Brother Yi is aloof and cold, everyone thought he had no affection, but he gave us a big surprise on the wedding. I can only say that my sister-in-law is extremely charming! "
Han Yi held the wine glass and said nothing. There was no expression on Leng Jun's face. Xia Yang felt very comfortable with the rainbow fart and drank one glass after another with the two girls.
"There is a bit of charm, but in the final analysis, Brother Xiaoyi and I have fire in our hearts and light in our eyes. The spark of love will be sparked with a little collision."
Han Yi: "..."
Others: "Wow!"
Everyone couldn't help but applaud, and Mrs. Tang gave the couple "Spark" a piece of sweet snowy bean paste.
The bean paste was soft and sweet, and melted in the mouth. Xia Yang was immersed in tasting it, and she didn't notice the two furry heads leaning over her to hear the gossip.
While Mrs. Tang was going to the kitchen, Tang Siming lowered her voice and asked him: "Sister-in-law, how did you and brother Xiaoyi collide? Liang Yue once wanted to have a collision with him, but in the end he tried his best to make a collision. It didn’t even come out!”
"Go away, don't mention this!" Liang Yue glanced at him, then looked at Xia Yang, "Sister-in-law, let's talk about it! Let the singles eat the melon."
Xia Yang: "..."
How can something made up out of nowhere be so attractive? But if you want to expand on it, they are all pink and yellow bubbles.
"You guys, really want to hear it?" He swallowed his throat and turned to the "collision party" beside him, "Then Mr. Han, is this, is this allowed to be said?"
Han Yi's dark eyes revealed a sharp look: "Are you full?"
Enough support.
"I'm not full, I'm not full, I'm not full," Xia Yangpin revealed his subtext, and said helplessly to the melon-eating duo, "There's nothing you can do, brothers, let's make up our minds. My husband is innocent, and he's embarrassed to talk about this kind of topic."
The melon-eating duo: “…”
Harmful, ashamed
The Mr. Han they knew didn't seem like someone who would be shy, unless the "sparks" collided too much.
But no one dared to say this, no one dared to ask, and it was a pity to pass up the opportunity to gossip about the big boss...
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Xia Yang felt physically happy and relaxed physically and mentally after eating this meal. I hardly drink much on weekdays, but I drink a few more drinks because I am happy.
The fair face is dyed with a layer of soft pink light, like a peach blossom bud blooming in the sunshine in early spring, very beautiful.
However, he was so drunk that he soon felt like birds were flying above his head, and everything he saw seemed like smoke and mirrors.
drunk.
He shook his hair, rubbed his hot cheeks, then turned around and touched the person next to him with his knee.
"Dear, get some tea."
Han Yi glanced sideways at him, caught a glimpse of his crimson cheeks and the base of his neck, paused, took the tea kettle and pushed it to his hand.
"Well, pour it on." Xia Yang knocked on the table and pushed his teacup forward.
That posture seemed quite natural.
Han Yi's face has become unsightly: "Why should I help you?"
"Huh? Because I'm your wife!" Xia Yang came closer and breathed out the breath of alcohol. With the remaining sanity, he glanced around and lowered his voice, "What is a two-way business, huh? If I'm the only one to take the initiative, that's it. It's hard to be a scumbag, you know."
Han Yi: "..."
He took a breath, pursed his lips, and finally picked up the teapot and poured someone a cup.
The person next to me was still beeping and giving instructions: "Hey, hey, don't hold the kettle too high, it will make a splash, just like peeing."
"..." Han Yi put it down with a thud, his face as cold as ice.
When Xia Yang saw this, he quickly grabbed the tea and drank it in one gulp before the man showed his power.
After drinking tea and eating some fruit, he didn't feel that his mind was much clearer. It seemed that the alcohol in it was even stronger.
It was just above me just now, but now it feels like a room full of big birds fluttering around. Looking at Han Yi next to him, he seemed to be abnormal. He was actually kowtowing to him.
"Pfft hahaha!" He smirked at the man, put his arm on his shoulder, and said, "What's the matter? I worshiped unilaterally. Is there ever a time when an ice sculpture is so anxious?"
"One bows to heaven and earth, two bows to the high hall, and husband and wife bow to each other before they can be sent to the bridal chamber."
Han Yi's brows tightened, and he pushed his hot hand down from his shoulder. Yu Xiayang put it on him again, and he pushed it down again, and then pushed it, and pushed it again... The push and push were endless, and he pushed the hand next to him. The two little ones were stunned.
"Oh my God, flirting, blatant flirting?"
"Kill the dog. Kill the dog. I won't live anymore..."
"Uuuuuuuuah, when will it be my turn to have sweet love!"
The two single dogs hugged each other and cried, their sour tears flowing into a sad ocean.
After dinner, Xia Yang was completely drunk.
Mrs. Tang went to the kitchen and brought him a bowl of honey water, and said to Han Yi: "You two can sleep at my place tonight. Yangyang drinks too much and will get motion sickness in the car. Besides, it's too late now. It’s still raining heavily outside.”
Han Yi glanced out the window, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, calling the housekeeper to help Xia Yang to the guest room upstairs.
Tang Siming and Liang Yue were also preparing to evacuate. Mrs. Tang arranged for the driver to send them off and let Han Yi take a rest early.
Leaving the living room and going up to the second floor, the wheelchair slid across the thick carpet in the corridor and drove slowly towards the door of his bedroom.
The bedroom door was ajar, and there was light inside. As soon as he opened the door, he faintly smelled a hint of alcohol.
Han Yi: "?"
With doubts, he drove the wheelchair and continued walking in. When he was approaching the bed, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
**, there is someone.
The quilt had obviously been disturbed, and there was a big bulging lump wrapped around the person inside.
There were messy coats and pants on the floor, and a sock hung on the bedside lamp.
Han Yi: "..."
Han Yi: "..."
His face was dark and his eyelids were twitching. He stepped forward and pulled the quilt a few times, and saw a head of the humanoid silkworm chrysalis inside.
It’s Xia Yang!
The young man's small face is white and pink, his lips are bright red and slightly open. His crow-feather-like eyelashes cast a small shadow on his lower eyelids. He looks beautiful and peaceful in his sleep.
But Han Yi doesn't think people are beautiful at all. He has never slept in the same bed with anyone since he was a child.
"Get up, go sleep next door." He pushed Xia Yang, who was still sleeping soundly, with a low pressure on his head.
The young man opened his eyes a thin slit, rolled his eyes, and then closed them again.
Han Yi was speechless and was about to reach out to pull him, but at this moment Xia Yang hammered the pillow hard with righteous indignation.
"You are bold and unruly, and you dare to be rude to me. Believe it or not, I will serve you with a stick and you will not be able to get out of bed!"
The author has something to say:
"Served with a Stick", "Can't Get Off the Bed"
There will be an event outside tomorrow night, so I posted two chapters into one today. I will update the next chapter on Thursday. Thank you for your support~~
"When you get old and can't walk anymore, take a nap by the fire and reminisce about your youth..." Quoted from the song "When You Get Old"