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Xia Yang looked at the photos on her phone several times and didn't feel there was anything immoral about them.
He didn't reveal any of the hidden areas of men, only a little bit of chest and shoulders, not even one-fifth of Yuka's.
oh! Did he hit Yuka's chest and abdominal muscles? Han Yi couldn't see it, so he only criticized him.
This is unfair!
Thinking of this, he immediately returned to the photo album, found the original picture without mosaics and threw it to the other party.
[Yang]: {Rolling eyes] {Rolling eyes] Look again!
[澎]: Look at this hot and unrestrained world and the conservative and simple me.
After sending the message, Han Yi did not reply. No matter how many emoticons he threw, the dialog box was still like a pool of stagnant water, unable to produce any splash.
Even though she said she had something to do with him before, she didn't say what it was now.
Tired in all aspects, Xia Yang crossed his mind and had to put this matter aside for the time being.
Back home, it was almost 1:30, and Han Yi had already had lunch and was drinking coffee in the living room.
"Eating alone, bad review." Xia Yang, still in the unhappy mood just now, rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice, pulled up a chair and sat down without saying hello.
Today, the cook made Miaojiang's authentic fungus pot rice noodles. Under the comfort of the delicious food, his mood gradually calmed down, and he slurped and ate happily.
After sucking for a while, I heard Han Yi's voice coming from the living room behind me: "I'm going on a business trip tonight."
"Huh?" Xia Yang's cooking speed slowed down. The characters in the novel are so awesome, and the wheelchair-bound boss can still go on a business trip.
He put down his chopsticks, turned around and asked, "Where are you going on a business trip and when will you be back?"
"Country D." Han Yi did not tell him the return date. He paused and then said, "Tomorrow is grandma's birthday. You have to go to Xicheng."
"Oh, okay!" Xia Yang knew what he wanted to express, and realized that this was what WeChat had to tell him before.
"Leave it to me to celebrate your birthday. If you can't go, I'll go. I'll take your clone... oh no, take your spirit and go together."
Han Yi: "..."
After explaining this matter, he went upstairs to prepare things for the business trip, leaving Xia Yang in the restaurant to cook silently.
Just after I finished eating, my cell phone rang in my pocket. It was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello? Who is this?" He answered the phone.
"Dear, I'm Leo," the other party said, getting straight to the point. "When you left, you took my lava black diamond earrings with you. They are so expensive, so you have to give them back to me."
Xia Yang suddenly realized: "I'm sorry, I'll ask someone from the same city to run errands to deliver it to you this afternoon."
After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly walked to the mirror and reached out to pick off the earrings. He had never brought such a thing in his original world, and his original ear piercings were not familiar with them.
What's even worse is that this earring has a butterfly buckle with a card slot and is relatively tight. I tried several times but failed to remove it successfully.
I was wandering anxiously when I heard a noise on the stairs. I looked up and saw Han Yi coming downstairs in a wheelchair.
As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he quickly waved to someone: "Mr. Han, I need your help!"
Before he finished speaking, he ran to the other party's side in a few steps, half-bent his knees and squatted down.
"Help me pull it out, it hurts." He pointed to his ear and said.
Han Yi glanced at his earlobe: "I can't do it, you can find someone else."
"Uh, I'm afraid this won't work," Xia Yang looked embarrassed and spread his hands, "To tell you the truth, my ears are my vagina. If you let others touch them, it's not a man's morality! It's stipulated in our agreement that it's not a man's morality. Nothing is allowed to be done.”
“…”
Han Yi pinched his eyebrows, feeling like he was being kidnapped by morality.
At the same time, Xia Yang's disheveled bathtub photo popped into his mind for some reason.
That photo and the "manly virtues" he kept talking about were put together and circled back and forth in his head.
baffling.
After a moment of silence, he moved his lips: "I can't guarantee that your ears are intact."
"It's okay, it's not a big problem," Xia Yang stretched out his ear with great optimism, "A good person will have a safe life. I believe in you and myself."
Han Yi: "."
The young man's earlobes are full and round, his skin is smooth, and his fair skin has a hint of pink. However, his self-exploration just now was a bit violent, and now there is a blood-filled red from the outer edge of the auricle to the earlobe.
Like being ravaged//ravaged.
Han Yi's eyelids were slightly lowered, covering his bottomless pupils, but he didn't move for a while.
"What are you doing? Why don't you take action?" Xia Yang was anxious and tilted his head back.
"I was thinking about how much strength I should use." Han Yi came back to his senses and looked away.
Xia Yang was immediately startled: "Well, you don't need to use too much force. You are just picking off an earring, not my head."
"Stop talking and turn around."
The air fell into silence. Han Yi briefly observed the butterfly buckle, stretched out his fingers to pinch the slot, and pulled it towards himself.
He thought the force was not strong, but Xia Yang gasped, his face twisted and his teeth bared.
"It hurts—it hurts, it hurts—"
"You're too rude, that's meat! Meat!"
Han Yi: "..."
Fang Ming braked suddenly just as he was about to enter the door: "???"
What did he hear, meat? !
Is it the "meat" he thought? !
Even "meat" can't be done in the living room in broad daylight. How could such a rigorous and steady person like my husband become so loose and casual
Butler Fang froze in place holding his chin that was about to drop in shock. He was about to slap himself twice to see if he was awake when he heard Han Yi's obviously unhappy voice coming from inside the room.
"If it hurts, do it yourself!"
Fang Ming: "..."
The suspicion of the car is well founded and confirmed.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, added two locks to the door, and decisively stopped two helpers who were about to go in for cleaning.
"Don't be rash, it's not convenient right now." He cleared his throat and said seriously.
"?" The two helpers looked confused.
"Mr. and Madam were not full for lunch, so they are adding extra food. Go back and tell the cook not to cook such vegetarian dishes in the future!"
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cook:? ? ? What does it have to do with me!