13
The sea water rolls up the waves, kisses the beach, and welcomes the morning glow.
Xia Yang had a beach chair brought over, and two small wooden tables were brought over. The tables were filled with black truffle sandwiches and caviar, and a bottle of 1982 sycamore was placed in a more conspicuous position.
He sat on a large beach chair, spread his arms, crossed his legs, and struck a big man's pose.
He also specially recruited several domestic helpers and asked them to stand behind him as friendly actors.
"Mr. Han, thank you for your work." He handed Han Yi his cell phone and asked him to help record the video. "If you experience any physical discomfort, such as nausea, vomiting, or nausea, please bear with it for the time being."
This is not normal pretense, just a tactical show.
Just to kill those clowns waiting to see him live on the streets.
"Oh, yes, the big house also needs to be in the shot. The yacht will dock in a while. Please give me a close-up shot."
Han Yi held his phone and frowned slightly: "Don't you think this is childish?"
"Yeah, so a man is a boy until he dies." Xia Yang explained in a reasonable manner, "And don't you want to see what I will do when I play you?"
No. Han Yi pursed his lips.
It even felt like it was ridiculous and boring to help Xia Yang shoot this kind of thing. It was a waste of his time and it was meaningless.
In the past, he would definitely not have agreed.
But after some hesitation, he still raised his phone and clicked on the high-definition wide-angle shooting mode.
"I'll only help you this time."
"Okay! Thank you!" Xia Yang said with a happy face, "In this way, I will count to three, and you can just take action."
As he spoke, he smoothed his bangs, did the final image management, and started counting, "3-2-eh, wait a moment."
Han Yi: "..."
Turning his eyes away from the screen, he saw Xia Yang running towards him from the beach chair.
Standing still, his eyes were fixed on the watch on his left hand and the bead string on his right hand.
The watch was from Patek Philippe, costing more than 10 million U.S. dollars. It was too expensive, and Xia Yang didn't dare to touch it.
After a pause, he pointed to Han Yi's right hand: "Um... Mr. Han, can you lend me your Buddhist beads to wear?"
Details determine success or failure, so just pretend to be the best. The icing on the cake props are essential.
Han Yi looked down and said solemnly: "That's obsidian, not a Buddhist bead."
"Okay, no matter what it is, it must be something only rich people should have in your hands." He said the truth.
Han Yi raised his eyes and met those bright eyes. After a moment of silence, he took off the bracelet and said, "Wear it on your right hand, don't lose it."
"Don't worry!" Xia Yang blew a kiss from the air and tweeted~
The video recording begins. In the viewfinder, a delicate boy is leaning on a beach chair and looking at the sea, blowing the sea breeze. One arm supports his chin. The obsidian on his wrist shines. He holds a glass of red wine between his fingertips and savors it. His mouth overflows with pleasure and pleasure. Lazy smile.
At first glance, he looks like a young master from a wealthy family.
Behind it is a large European-style retro mansion, with gardens, courtyards, and horse farms passing by in a flash.
After a moment, he stood up from the beach chair, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the camera with leisurely steps...
"Hello, dear friends, today the weather is clear and the sun is warm. I spent a pleasant morning at our private beach. After a while, the yacht will dock, and I will go for a ride on the sea with my little brother Zhuma. …”
Han Yi, who was recording the video, closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze.
This person has some acting skills.
Within two minutes of saying this, the Han family's yacht docked at the shore in time, and Fang Ming, who was a guest star, stood on the deck and waved to him.
Xia Yang smiled sweetly at the person and shouted in a long voice: "Honey, wait for me for a moment."
Fang Ming on the yacht was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Why, what, what, was different from what he had promised, and there were ambiguous lines that he didn't say!
This makes everyone who is still recording the video think of him!
In the camera, Xia Yang looked away from the yacht, took off her sunglasses, and hung them on her collar casually, with a smile in her bright eyes, bright and wanton.
"Well, I have seen the announcement issued by the company. Please don't worry about me. I did not cry secretly, nor did I fight for the ground with my head. I will not become a lost dog. If I have to use one sentence to describe my situation at this time, Heart, that is - long live the money."
"Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Facts have proved that you don't have to be an idol to be happy. The happiness of rich and salty fish is something that ordinary people cannot understand.
"Anyway, I'm lying down, you can do whatever you want..."
"Finally, I would like to thank my former boss Tong Wei. I hope you will pay the labor fees and liquidated damages to my account as soon as possible, otherwise my personal lawyer may go to the company to harass you. That's all, sincerely, no salute. Love whoever you want."
Kuangba's gesture made Han Yi's eyes twitch, but fortunately, Kuangba stopped it, leaving him with a glimmer of clarity.
"Thank you, Mr. Han, it's time to wrap things up~" Kuang Ba gestured towards the person to pause and ran towards him with brisk steps.
Han Yi pressed the end button and pinched his eyebrows.
"You are not acting like me..."
"It's loneliness~" Xia Yang added smoothly, and sang a song in rhythm, "Invincible is so - so lonely. Invincible is so - so empty, alone on the top of the mountain, the cold wind keeps blowing, my loneliness, Who can understand me."
Han Yi: "..."
**
In the afternoon, Xia Yang cut the video slightly and threw it into the company's artist crowd.
No beauty, no filters, everything is authentic.
Five minutes have passed, ten minutes have passed, fifteen minutes have passed, half an hour has passed...
The group that was still chattering just now suddenly fell silent from the moment the video came down, and even the emoticons were gone.
Xia Yang stared at the screen and curled her lips slightly.
As for people, why don’t you push it!
His show-off video is so magical, it can be silenced in a second
After waiting patiently for a while, the artist crowd was still silent, but now more and more [new friends] appeared in the WeChat contacts.
All the friend requests came from the group chat, and they were polite and respectful. It was the first time that he felt the friendliness and enthusiasm of the team.
In line with the good moral character of being civilized and polite, Xia Yang approved the friend applications one by one, and soon, small windows were sending him messages as if they had made an appointment.
--Brother Yang, the invisible rich man, can we be friends
--Boss, boss, is your yacht and mansion in need of a cleaner
--Brother, you are so low-key. Why are you an artist when you have a mansion and a yacht
--Brother, your operation is so bad. Is the male protagonist enjoying the story? You should just leave Tongwei, that shabby company. He has not made anyone famous after so many years, but he has cultivated a few little ducks! (I know that with my brother’s quality, he would definitely not snitch on his former boss, right)
--Please keep in touch from now on, Yangyang, and let us meet your sweet little brother anytime~~~
--Let me tell you secretly, my boss saw the video you posted to the group and was so angry that he ran away in the toilet. He explicitly prohibited anyone from discussing it or spreading your video...
--Brother Yang is going crazy this time, do you know? Those sour chickens had their faces covered with blood. Several of them whined and cried, grabbing the ground with their heads, hehe hehe...
Xia Yang read the small windows one by one, calmly, smiled and said nothing, and did not reply to anyone.
His purpose is simple.
Adding friends is just to listen to feedback, and that's it. It doesn't mean that you can really play with the wallflower.
He logged out of WeChat, put down his phone, stretched, and prepared to go downstairs for afternoon tea.
As soon as he arrived in the living room, he saw Fang Ming holding several books in his arms. Out of curiosity, he leaned over to read and found that the books were all about muscle rehabilitation and body conditioning after severe leg injuries. Only the bottom one had a small edge exposed. The words "Sunshine Mindset" were written on it.
"Brother Ming, are these the books Mr. Han wants to read?" he asked after flipping through them twice.
"Yes," Fang Ming nodded, "My husband asks me to buy books for him every few days."
"Oh, then go up quickly." Xia Yang waved her hand to him, motioning for him to go upstairs first.
Unexpectedly, books like "Sunshine Mentality" would appear in Han Yi's book list. It seems that the wheelchair boss's mentality is not very stable.
Need spiritual food to supplement.
It makes sense when you think about it. Han Yi is rich, and the medical team he hires must be high-end, but his mentality is hard to say. How many wheelchair bosses have become sinister villains or even perverts if they are not careful.
As the other half with a good professional reputation, he felt that he should find a way to help the boss dispel the haze.
The most basic thing to adjust your mentality is to make people happy and make them happy.
With this in mind, he took out his cell phone and made a call to Mrs. Tang. She is the person who is most familiar with Han Yi and should be able to provide some valuable information.
The phone rang twice and was connected. Mrs. Tang seemed to be outside. There was a little noise in the receiver and the voice was not clear.
"Yangyang, what's wrong? Did something happen to Xiaoyi?" Mrs. Tang asked on the other end of the phone.
"No, no, Brother Yi is fine." Xia Yang hurriedly explained to others, "That's it, grandma, let me ask you a question, is there anything that Brother Yi particularly likes? In other words, what would make him happy when he sees it. "
Mrs. Tang was stunned for a moment: "Don't he like you very much?"
"Well..." Xia Yang felt ashamed to say, "He... uh, he likes me, but what about others besides me?"
He couldn't use himself to relieve Han Yi's depression.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and Mrs. Tang replied, "Xiaoyi rarely shows his joy, anger, sorrow, and joy on his face now. It seems that nothing makes him happy. But I remember that when I was a child, there were Once his brother gave him a fisherman's hat, and Xiao Yi was very happy and couldn't put it down for a long time."
"Huh?" Xia Yang slightly changed the focus: "His brother? Is he Jin Yang?"
"No, he's Xiaoyi's biological brother." Mrs. Tang's tone was a little low.
Oh, Xia Yang understood. It turned out that Han Yi had a younger brother, and he had never heard of it. But now was not the time to worry about his brother, so he didn't continue to ask.
"Okay, I understand. I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye."
After hanging up the phone, Xiayang immediately clicked on a shopping APP.
The things you liked when you were a child are often very healing. If you buy them and give them to Han Yi, he should be happy.
But when his "brother" interrupted him, his mind wandered a little. Suddenly, for a moment, he couldn't remember what the thing Mrs. Tang was talking about was called.
It's called... fish headgear, right
Xia Yang muttered "fish headgear" and typed in the search box. Soon, many stores were searching for fish headgear.
After looking at it so carefully, he almost threw the phone away.
leave! What a shockingly ugly thing this is!
That fish head is all green, with swollen eyelids and thick lips. Even if you look through "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", you can't find anyone uglier than him.
Xia Yang couldn't help but wonder: Was Han Yi's aesthetics so distorted when he was young
But even if he had doubts, he unswervingly chose to believe Mrs. Tang. Since the old man said a fish headgear, it was a fish headgear, nothing wrong.
I made an additional purchase, placed an order, and chose Scud for local express delivery. Within 2 hours, the fish head cover was delivered.
Xia Yang Ma opened it and held it up to her eyes. After admiring it several times, she couldn't stop admiring it.
But it doesn't matter, Han Yi likes it.
Feelings are often engraved in people's bones, and a moment is a lifetime.
Holding the green fish headband, Xia Yang trotted up the second floor to the study door.
The door was open, so he knocked lightly.
"Come in." Han Yi, who was reading emails by the computer, didn't even raise his eyelids.
Xia Yang walked in: "Mr. Han, you helped me show off this morning. Now, I want to give you a small gift."
After saying that, he endured the discomfort and put the fish head mask on his head, pretending to be happy and shook it twice before walking to Han Yi's side.
"How about it? Do you like it? How do you feel when you see it?"
Han Yi raised his eyes and his face froze: "... Yes."
"How does it feel? Tell me!"
"How long have your symptoms lasted?"
The author has something to say:
Fisherman hat, fish hood, Xia Zai, the disease behind the ears needs to be cured~
The first time I saw that kind of green fish head hood, I really laughed out loud. It looked like the bang bang bang in Journey to the West, so cute and cute (#^.^#)
"Invincible is so - so lonely. Invincible is so - so empty, alone at the top with the cold wind blowing constantly. Who can understand my loneliness." Quoted from the song "Invincible"