17
Neither of them knew what was happening outside the door. Xia Yang felt a little depressed as she touched the firm earring.
But no matter how hard it collapses, we still have to overcome difficulties and forge ahead.
"Dear, can you try again?" He covered his ears and had to transform into a well-behaved little white rabbit and ask for help again.
Han Yi had a sullen face and lowered the corners of his mouth: "Why should I be obsessed with something that is time-consuming, laborious and meaningless?"
"To...achieve a better self." Xia Yang said grandly, and raised his hand to make an air crown. "The industry elite I know, Mr. Han, has never given up in the dictionary."
Han Yi: "..."
What an unexpected rainbow fart.
I don't know whether it was because the rainbow fart was too fragrant or the little white rabbit in front of him was too pitiful. Although he was reluctant and frowned, he still had to help him try again.
Xia Yang took a deep breath and closed her eyes: "Come on, let the storm come more violently! No matter how painful it is this time, I will grit my teeth and never scream."
Han Yi: "Those who don't know think you are going to die heroically."
"Yeah, yeah." Xia Yang felt that he was sacrificing himself.
With the experience from the last time, Han Yi's operation was actually much smoother this time. After a closer study, I got the essence of extracting the butterfly button.
He fixed the earrings in front with his index finger, and pushed back the two hooks of the butterfly buckle slightly with his thumb.
This is already 80% successful.
But when his rough fingers rubbed the pink earlobe, Xia Yang couldn't help but shrink her neck.
It felt like a hard feather brushing against his sensitive areas.
Itching is a little subtle, it cannot be expressed in words, it can only be felt.
"Um... are you okay..." He hummed softly.
"Don't move." Han Yi ordered behind his ear.
"Okay, okay, I won't move, but you move..." Xia Yang was afraid that others would give up, so she quickly coaxed her.
After an arduous struggle, the earrings were finally removed perfectly. This time it wasn't as uncomfortable as last time, but Xia Yang's ears were even redder.
The crimson color spread from the pinna of the ears to the earlobes and extended to the root of the neck. The little fair face was also dyed peach color.
"Thank you," he rubbed his cheeks in polite thanks. He took out the air crown again and put it on Han Yi's head respectfully, "Congratulations to the elite Mr. Han, for unlocking a new skill!"
Han Yi: "..."
Han Yi: "I don't think there is anything worthy of congratulations."
After picking off the earrings, Xia Yang sent a message to Leo from the same city.
Han Yi took some information and went back upstairs again. Xiayang followed him up. When he reached the door of the study, he suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, grandma's birthday is tomorrow, should I prepare a big gift?"
It felt awkward to go over to eat a big meal empty-handed.
"No, Fang Ming will pick up the cake tomorrow morning, just come over." Han Yi said.
Xia Yang clicked his tongue in his heart, they were really a wealthy family with a minimalist style.
But when he returned to his bedroom, he thought about it again and felt that he still had to prepare for this birthday gift.
First of all, he not only represents Han Yi, but also represents himself. Mrs. Tang treats him well, and he must also fulfill his filial piety.
Secondly, that Jin Yang might also go, and he couldn't let the little tea boy get the chance to turn against him.
However, he still has no idea what to give as a birthday gift.
Mrs. Tang is a rich lady, she owns a big house and a large manor. She must not be able to catch the material gifts. If she wants to choose, she must choose the ones that are thoughtful, rare and spiritual.
Xia Yang quickly turned his brain and searched through these three fields. At a certain moment, an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he had it!
Ten minutes later—
"Mr. Han—" He ran to the next door and pushed open the study door, with a touch of excitement on his face.
Han Yi raised his eyelids: "What do you want to do again?"
"Combined with you~"
"..."
Han Yi's eyelids twitched wildly, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Xia Yang clapped her hands twice, and then three helpers lined up and walked in. One was carrying a tripod, the other was carrying a fill light, and the last one was holding a hug. Wearing a high-end camera.
"Mr. Xia, everything you need to record the video is here." One of the helpers said.
"Ola, thank you for your hard work. Let's add chicken drumsticks to dinner!"
The maids placed the things one by one and left in a queue, leaving them alone in the study.
"Let's make a video together to celebrate grandma's birthday."
As he spoke, he had already set up the camera and set up the fill light.
"Hurry up and take the photo. It will only take a few minutes. It won't delay your business trip."
Han Yi only hesitated briefly before coming to the camera. It was a good idea to shoot a video, and it was rare that he actively cooperated: "How to shoot."
"Easy! Just say a few words of blessing," Xia Yang rolled his eyes and gave an example casually, "Just like... I am an old man who aims for a thousand miles, conquers hunger, and is himself!"
Han Yi: "..."
Han Yi: "Snickers has asked you to endorse it."
Xia Yang grinned, his curled eyelashes trembled, and his bright black pupils were full of light. He suddenly felt that the big ice sculpture sometimes knew humor.
I hope that if I work hard in the future, I can turn this ice sculpture // into an ice sand sculpture.
After laughing enough to return to the topic, he cleared his throat to give guidance: "Actually, it doesn't matter what you say. The most important thing is to make grandma happy and relieved. Her biggest wish is to see us happily married and in love forever. ?"
Speaking of eternal love, he turned his gaze and inadvertently fell on Han Yi's protruding Adam's apple, as if he thought of something again.
"Hey, do you need to add some little embellishments?"
I have read so many novels, movies and TV series before, and once I fall in love, I will leave a little mark on it from time to time.
He is really a gold medal player, thinking about Party A’s father all the time!
After coming back to his senses, he turned around and met Han Yi's gaze.
"What embellishment?" the man asked.
Xia Yang smiled mysteriously, stretched out her index finger and poked his Adam's apple, "Here, I'll give you a strawberry print."