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Xia Yang took off the fish headgear with some difficulty, threw it on the table, and widened his eyes.
"Isn't this something you have liked since you were a child?" he asked in confusion.
"?"
Han Yi's eyes seemed to be looking at someone mentally retarded, "Whose rumors did you believe? My aesthetics have never been so abstract."
"I..." Xia Yang choked and almost said that this was the answer given by her grandma.
But when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back. This can't be entirely blamed on grandma.
As the elderly get older and their memory deteriorates, it is normal for them to misremember what their grandson likes.
It is also possible that Han Yi has grown up and matured, and refuses to admit his previous distorted aesthetics. It is not impossible.
Men's hearts are always fickle.
After thinking this through, he picked up the fish headgear on the table and waved his hand: "That's it, if you don't like it, I'll give it to Fang Ming."
Han Yi glanced at the fish head and said lightly: "Fang Ming did something wrong again."
Xia Yang: "..."
Xia Yang: "That's right. You'd better accept it. I won't give you gifts many times. It's good to keep them as a souvenir."
Han Yi: "..."
"And it is so ugly and can still live with a smile. A sunny mentality is worth learning from!"
He felt that he was such a clever little guy that any green fish head could make a bowl of chicken soup.
The chicken soup was not enough, so he rummaged through his brain again, pulled out the golden sentences, and slightly adapted them to sublimate the theme.
"Even if life doesn't favor you, you have to calm down and be kind to yourself. Even if fate doesn't favor you, still, I favor you~"
His shy tone made his skin crawl.
He raised his eyes and looked at Han Yi again, and found that he had already opened a book "100 Questions about Difficult and Difficult Diseases" with a complicated expression on his face.
*
Before dinner, Xia Yang went back to the room and took a nap. In his dream, he dreamed that he was treating Han Yi's leg without surgery or incision, and he was able to fool Han Yi into standing up with just his mouth.
Doctor Xia was smiling happily in his dream, and was considering whether to ask for a thank you fee or to ask Han Yi to commit himself. Suddenly, a harsh ringtone sounded in his ears, and his dream was immediately shattered.
"Hello, who's there?" He answered the phone with some discomfort.
Yuka's voice came from the receiver: "Brother, are you okay? Why didn't you tell me that such a big thing happened!"
"Ah?" Xia Yang was still confused, "What's wrong? I'm sleeping. What happened?"
Yuka: "..."
It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is!
"Brother, your mentality is so stable!" He sighed from the bottom of his heart.
After talking for a long time, Xia Yang finally understood that Yuka was talking about the incident of his "being terminated".
"Hey, I'm fine. Don't worry. I just ended the contract and just rested at home."
Become a wealthy salted fish that you have longed for.
"Brother, please, don't do this."
Xia Yang: "..."
Yuka didn't know about his nobleman's vest and thought his brain was stimulated. So I tried to cheer him up: "Brother, I know you feel bad. Let's be a little strong and don't give up!"
Xia Yang: "..."
Xiao Qiang doesn’t have to.
"Tongwei's company sucks. It's no shame if you leave. But after all, we are in the entertainment industry. Without the support of a company, we have no resources. Without resources, we become an angel with broken wings..." Yuka was still talking about the pros and cons. At the end of the analysis, the broken-winged angel was directly analyzed and laughed.
"Kaka, I feel like you are a worried old father."
"I'm not kidding, broken-winged angel," Yuka's tone sounded serious. After a moment of silence, he said again, "How about you join my studio? Let's create something new together."
Ouyo, this is an olive branch for him.
She didn't expect that the friendship exchanged for a photo would be so reliable. Xia Yang was so moved that her heart surged and she almost shed tears.
"Thank you, Kaka, actually I..."
"Brother, you don't have to answer me now. Think carefully before making a decision." Yuka said before him, "There is another thing I want to tell you. The little idol who was going to shoot a double magazine cover with me was injured. I'm in the hospital, and Party A's father doesn't want to wait. I recommend you to shoot with me, do you think it's okay?"
"Ah, me? Shooting for a magazine?" Xia Yang was very surprised. Which party's father chooses people so randomly
"Yes, brother, if you are willing, I will recommend you to shoot with me."
He held the phone and stopped talking. Yuka looked for him a job with the heart of an old father. He couldn't bear to refuse such kindness.
"Well, if the style is not exaggerated, I can try it." He thought for a while and said.
"It's not an exaggeration, it's just that the scene might be a bit...well, we need to get in the bathtub."
Xia Yang: "..."
Entering the bathtub is a bit over the top.
Of course he knows that shooting magazines in China is not as open as abroad, and it doesn't matter if he just considers himself.
But the problem is that he is not alone now.
After starting a family, having a husband, and signing an agreement, I don’t know if his partner is willing for him to “play in the bathtub” with other men.
After thinking for a long time, Xia Yang decided to adopt democratic deliberation and discuss this matter with Han Yi.
"Kaka, my family is very strict with me. I have to go to a meeting to discuss it and I will reply to you later."
Yuka: "...Okay, I'll wait for you."
After ending the call, Xia Yang got up and went to Han Yi's study. The door was pushed open, but he found that there was no one in the room. He walked around and went to the next door.
Next door was Han Yi's bedroom, with the lights on and the bathroom open. Before she even walked in, she heard Han Yi's deep voice coming from behind.
"what are you doing here."
Xia Yang was startled and turned around to see Han Yi appearing behind him, with a brand new bath towel placed on the armrest of the wheelchair.
"Huh? Are you ready to take a bath, Mr. Han?" he asked.
Han Yi didn't answer. He glanced at him and went straight to the bathroom: "Are you okay?"
Xia Yang followed him with a poop: "Can I visit your bathroom? Is it full of wealthy people's money, a large crystal bath of several hundred square meters, and is it paved with smooth and round pebbles?"
"...Are you planning to raise fish?" Han Yi shattered his endless reverie.
Xia Yang stuck out his tongue and shamelessly walked into the bathroom. There was no rich money and no crystal pool. Even so, what he saw in front of him almost made him dumbfounded.
I have never seen such a domineering and leaky bathroom!
The floor is paved with special non-slip tiles, there are many smart handrails on the walls, and there are two robots standing there. The bathtub is wider than ordinary bathtubs, and the design is also different. In short, everything should be specially designed for wheelchair users.
"It's awesome. It's full of black technology. A bathroom like this is more suitable for bathtub play." He couldn't help but clap his hands in praise.
Han Yi raised his eyelids when he heard the sound: "What did you say?"
"Oh, hey, I'm crazy." Xia Yang came to his senses, tugged his lips, and then remembered the topic of democratic deliberation: "Just now a friend asked me to take a photo together, just to take a bathtub play, what do you mean? Do you mind if I go?"
Han Yi said calmly: "Whatever you want."
Xia Yang nodded: "Okay, then I'll withdraw first and you wash slowly."
After saying this, he turned around and opened the door. Just as he was about to open his legs, Han Yi's voice hit his ears again.
"Wait a minute," the man in the wheelchair turned to look at the young man, an undetectable emotion flashing through his bottomless black pupils.
"What kind of friend are you? Why do you sound so crooked?"