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The commercial has been shot and Xia Yang still hasn't received Han Yi's "upper body renderings".
Not only is there no picture, there is no reply message either.
He threw out two more flirty emoticons, but the dialog box remained as silent as a pool of stagnant water.
Tsk, is it difficult to put on a new belt and post a photo
Or the gift he chose was not high enough to catch the eyes of the boss.
After waiting for a while, Xia Yang gave up completely. He logged out of WeChat and clicked into the shopping APP to confirm the receipt with the merchant.
However, after taking a look at the order page, he was stunned, his mouth opened wide, and he let out a confused "Huh?"
The latest news on the order showed that the belt that had been delivered to Han Yi had just arrived in City A.
"What's going on???" Xia Yang was confused.
Either a data bug, or a bug in his eyes, or maybe the belt traveled through time in a time machine? !
He rubbed his eyes and exited the product page, intending to try it again. Just then, a message popped up in the message box in the upper right corner from the customer service of the store where he had previously purchased the mermaid costume.
Xia Yang was stunned for a moment and entered the dialog box.
[Xiao Yu'er]: Brother, are you there
[Xiao Yu'er]: I'm very sorry, there is a bug in the logistics interception system. I see that your order has been signed for [Kneel down][Kneel down][Kneel down]
[Xiao Yu'er]: In this case, if you choose to refund or return the goods, just contact the courier to come and return the goods directly. It's troublesome [send flowers]
After Xia Yang read it, his hair stood on end.
Damn it! Has his mermaid costume been signed for? What a big international joke!
He pressed the black line on his forehead and poked into the signed page again. The mermaid suit indeed showed that the sign was successfully signed, and the signee was: Fang Ming (generation).
I'm going to fuck directly! The hairs all over Xia Yang's body stood up at this moment.
So the gift Han Yi received was actually not a belt, but... but...
He felt that the world in front of him suddenly became gloomy, and thousands of words merged into one sentence.
Thinking about it again, he asked Han Yi nonchalantly if he was surprised or not.
He also asked the "mermaid boss" to take a picture of his upper body to satisfy his eyes...
Then the feeling of social death became even stronger.
He was so "dead" that not even a bit of scum was left.
After some calmness and composure, Xia Yang gathered up the courage to open WeChat again. The chat with Han Yi still stopped at his explosive photo and two flirting emoticons.
What a sin...
He deleted, wrote, and deleted in the dialog box. After holding it in for almost half an hour, he finally wrote out a line of small words:
[Yang]: I drank alcohol in the morning and I just sobered up. The things I said to you before were all drunken words. Forget about it...
[Yang]: Oh, also, that express delivery is not for you, forget about it [light wax] [burn incense]
This time the other party responded quickly.
[Han Yi]:
[Han Yi]: For whom.
Xia Yang: "..."
He didn't expect that his plastic husband would also dig into the details, and it turned out to be a question that was too difficult for him to talk about. It was terrible!
After staring at the dialog box for several seconds, he typed out a few words without any confidence.
[Yang]: Ahaha, this is for my second cousin who is not very wealthy. She is preparing for the art exam recently.
[Han Yi]:. . .
Xia Yang didn't want to think deeply about the meaning behind these periods, so he threw out two perfunctory [Huangdou Baria] words and quickly changed the topic.
[Yang]: By the way, the gift for you is still on the way. Trust me, this time it is definitely serious, serious and carefully selected. You can look forward to it quietly~
[Han Yi]: Is the commercial film finished
Judging from the tone of the reply, it seemed that she had no expectations for his gift at all.
Xia Yang sighed and typed again:
[Yang]: I finished shooting and will go back tomorrow. I still have some free time tonight. I heard that there is a nationally famous beach swimsuit party in B City, full of handsome men and beautiful women. Are you familiar with B City? Any idea where that party is? I asked Director Xiang, but he wouldn't tell me and said it would be better to visit the historical sites...
[Han Yi]: Not familiar with it, I don’t know, I’m working
[澎]:. . .
*
Early on Sunday morning, Xia Yang took the earliest flight back to City A.
Before getting off the plane and entering his house, he checked his phone and found that birthday gifts had just begun to be delivered.
Good.
Everything is the best arrangement, even if the road ahead is tortuous and magical.
The villa was simply decorated, with fresh and beautiful roses and pure and fragrant lilies placed on the table. Xia Yang also went to the flower shop to buy flowers on the way back.
There should always be a sense of ceremony when celebrating a birthday.
Entering the door, Han Yi and Mrs. Tang were drinking coffee in the living room. Xia Yang strode towards her plastic husband.
"Brother Yi, happy birthday!" He bent down and gently hugged his shoulders and said.
Although they have a plastic texture, I haven't seen them for a few days, but I still miss them a little bit.
Han Yi's arm hanging by his side moved slightly. At this time, Xia Yang's arm around his shoulder loosened, and the other hand brought him the flowers specially bought from the flower shop from behind.
"Send to you~"
Han Yi looked over and paused for a moment.
"cactus?"
"Yeah." Xia Yang grinned, "Rose and everything else are not suitable for you. Do you know what the flower language of the cactus is?" As he spoke, he gently touched the small thorns on it with his fingertips, and his bright eyes seemed to sparkle. The aisles are full of stars, "Be strong and strong, and miracles are born. I guess you will like the language of flowers."
Han Yi lowered his eyes to look at the hard cactus in the pot, then raised his eyes to look at him, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with slight ripples.
"Here, here you go," Xia Yang solemnly handed the cactus to Han Yi, "feed it well and treat it as our strong and brave child!"
Han Yi: "."
After handing over the "child", Han Yi's two young Tang Siming and Liang Yue also came over.
One person took a bottle of expensive collector's edition foreign wine, and the other held a polaroid camera in his arms.
"Happy birthday, Brother Yi!" As soon as Liang Yue entered the door, he raised his Polaroid and took a photo of the couple at the table.
Tang Siming shook his head when he saw this: "It's 2032, who is still playing Polaroids."
"That's too much, Fa Hai, you don't understand love!" Liang Yue snorted and took out the photo, "This is a sweet generator that I specially gave to Brother Yi and my sister-in-law. Every bit of love is hidden here."
When the photo was taken, Xia Yang leaned over to take a look. Although he was caught off guard, he captured the photo in a smart and unique way.
In the photo, he is looking at the camera with his eyes slightly wide open, like a slightly panicked elk, with one hand still on Han Yi's shoulder, and Han Yi took the picture of his profile, not looking at the camera, but just looking at it. looking at the little elk beside him.
There is an indescribable harmony.
"Hey! Brother Yi and sister-in-law really look like husband and wife." Tang Siming sighed sincerely as he looked at the photo.
"Let me just say it! This is called love, which comes from life and goes to life." Liang Yue proudly held up the work and recited a poem, "You are looking at the scenery, and the people looking at the scenery are looking at you. , the bright moon decorated my sister-in-law’s window, and my sister-in-law decorated my brother Yi’s dream.”
Han Yi: "..."
Xia Yang: "..."
Staring at the black line on my forehead and listening to someone finish a wave of pseudo-original poems, the courier also delivered serious gifts to my door.
Tang Siming and Liang Yue came over and were curious: "Sister-in-law, what kind of good things did you give to Brother Yi? Is it convenient to show others?"
"Guess." Xia Yang opened a small crack in the gift box.
"Um... a watch?" Tang Siming asked, squinting his eyes and staring at the thin slit where he couldn't see anything clearly.
Liang Yue rubbed her chin: "Card package?"
"None of them," Xia Yang shook his head, "Brother Yi's watch and bag both start at eight figures, and I can't afford to give them away. This is a very practical and down-to-earth leather product."
"Eh?" Tang Siming and Liang Yue were stunned, exchanging indescribable looks with each other, and said in unison: "I understand instantly! It's a whip!"
Han Yi: "..."
Xia Yang: "..."
Xia Yang: "Brother Xiaoyi and I don't know how to herd cattle, so what's the use of a whip?"
Tang Siming & Liang Yue: "."
Don’t married men understand what it’s for
Xia Yang ignored their expressions and slowly opened the gift box with his fingers. A low-key and exquisite black belt caught everyone's eyes.
Tang Siming and Liang Yuesan covered their faces: "I'm sorry, it turns out that brother Yi and sister-in-law are actually more pure than we imagined."
Han Yi glanced at them seriously, reached out to take the belt from the gift box, and looked down at it several times.
The leather is soft, low-key and luxurious. The dark black top-grain cowhide perfectly matches the silver buckle, making it very suitable for business.
"Do you like it?" Xia Yang tilted her head and looked at him.
Han Yi's fingers gently rubbed the smooth surface of the belt, leaving a faint warmth on his fingertips. He raised his obsidian eyes, stared at the young man's eyes, and nodded gently.
"Yes, I like it."
*
At 12 o'clock, the birthday banquet started, and everyone raised glasses to send blessings to the birthday girl.
Mrs. Tang had tears in her eyes and her voice trembled with excitement: "If you think about it carefully, Xiaoyi has not been able to celebrate her birthday for many years. This year, she came back with Yang Yang by her side."
Tang Siming and Liang Yue nodded next to them: "Yeah, yeah, thank you sister-in-law for letting our brother Yi start celebrating his birthday again!"
"Don't thank me," Xia Yang pursed her lips shyly, "It's the charm of love~"
Han Yi: "..."
After drinking a glass of foreign wine, a burning sensation spread from his mouth, like a ball of fire rolling from his throat to his heart. Xia Yang was not used to drinking such a strong foreign wine, so she choked and stuck out her tongue, almost bursting into tears.
Han Yi looked sideways at him, pushed a glass of pure water in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Don't show off if you can't drink."
Xia Yang grabbed a few sips of purified water from the cup, wiped her mouth, and smiled: "I will definitely drink your birthday wine. This is not showing off, but sincerity, and being careless."
After saying that, she picked up the wine glass and touched it to him, her deer-like eyes filled with mist: "Happy birthday, Brother Yi."
This is the second time he has said it.
Across the table, Mrs. Tang and the two young men looked towards them at the same time.
Xia Yang swung the wine glass and continued: "The birthday girl just made a wish, and I made one too."
Han Yi's dark eyes stared at his face: "What did you promise?"
"When I was young, my home was a roof to hide from the rain. When I reach a certain age, I become a roof. I can't and won't hide from the rain anymore. I hope I can be your roof, blocking the wind and rain, and dispelling the cold."
Mrs. Tang and the two young adults were so moved that they wiped their eyes. Han Yi looked at his rosy cheeks and those bright and pure eyes: "You are drunk." He rolled his Adam's apple and said.
"Well, if you think I'm drunk, then I am drunk." Xiayang rubbed her face and smiled again.
He also felt as if he was drunk, but he also felt that his brain was sober when he said this.
Maybe the plastic husband is tough and strong and doesn't need anyone else to be his "roof" at all.
But this is the truest thought in his heart at this time, and he can say whatever he thinks.
Maybe alcohol still makes people get drunk easily, maybe he was just drunk...
Bird food.
Before the birthday party was completely over, Xia Yang, who was too drunk, felt dizzy and birds were flying above her head.
Seeing this, Han Yi asked Fang Ming to help him go back to his room to rest. The swaying young man was taken away from the restaurant and went up the stairs. The loud singing sounded throughout the air.
"Hey, don't go to the wrong room. I'm reunited with Brother Yi now." Xia Yang was carried upstairs by Fang Ming, who kept saying, "Brother Yi will go back to the room later if he can't see me." Will cry."
"...That's not a big deal." Fang Ming muttered softly.
"Why not!" Xia Yang shook her drunken head and still had some brain space to retort, "A breakup is better than a newlywed. Singles don't understand this feeling."
Fang Ming was deeply troubled: "..."
After they left, Xia Yang kicked off her slippers, threw off her socks, stretched out her arms and threw herself on the soft and comfortable bed.
As soon as his face hit the pillow, the agreement that Han Yi had made with him suddenly flashed through his mind - not wearing a coat or pants on his bed.
The impression is so profound that I can still remember it even if my brain is filled with alcohol.
Xia Yang let out a heavy breath of alcohol. Although she was too dizzy and didn't want to move, she still obeyed the agreement and got up from the bed, shaking her legs and walking towards the cloakroom.
Han Yi's dressing room is located at the innermost side of the bedroom. It is a large space with various clothing accessories placed in different sections.
Because of the recent temporary "reunion", Xia Yang also put some of her clothes here.
Pushing open the door, I used my little brain capacity to walk to the home clothes area. As soon as I opened the cabinet, I saw a set of pajamas that had not yet been unpacked lying in the corner.
A vest, a pair of shorts, and a long fishtail that hugs the waist and hips.
Wow!
His heavy eyelids opened slightly at this time. When did he buy these pajamas? Han Yi bought it for him
So interesting!
He bent down to pick up the mermaid suit, held it in his hand and looked at it for a few times, then took off his coat and pants, and changed his clothes in a daze...
*
Downstairs, after seeing off Tang Siming and Liang Yue, it was almost 2 o'clock when Han Yi went upstairs.
The lunch break has long passed, and he is usually already working by this time, but today was unusual and he did not go back to the study immediately.
The wheelchair came to a stop at the door of the bedroom. As soon as he opened the door, he could smell a faint smell of alcohol in the air.
There were slippers and socks scattered on the floor, and it looked like it was not a feat for a sane person.
He drove the wheelchair slowly to the bedside, his eyes dropped, and he paused.
The sleeping young man was lying on the bed, his head resting on his arms, his black hair hanging slightly messily in front of his eyebrows, his face as pink as a ripe peach, his bright red lips slightly open, with dots of stars remaining on the corners of his lips. Brilliant**.
At this time, the young man turned over, and the quilt that was randomly covering him slipped off his body. Han Yi's eyes followed the sliding quilt...
Suddenly, his pupils shrank.
What a novel look this is, so eye-catching!
Han Yi subconsciously slid his wheelchair and retreated more than half a meter.
He hadn't noticed it just now when he was covered with a quilt, but now he could see it clearly. Xia Yang's lower body was wrapped with a fishtail, which went from the curve of his waist to his hips, tightly wrapping his legs. The bright red hem covered the feet, and was divided into two pieces that slit outward at the lowest end, hanging from the edge of the bed to the floor.
The wide fish tail is also embroidered with bling bling "fish scales" in a ritualistic manner.
At the slightest movement, a lot of fish scales fell on the sheets and the floor.
Han Yi "..."
Alcohol. Harm people.
He pinched his eyebrows and calmed down for a while, then picked up his mobile phone and dialed Fang Ming's number: "Come up here and help me..."
Halfway through the words, the rest of the story suddenly disappeared. Butler Fang was still listening on the other end of the phone: "Sir?"
Han Yi came back to his senses and glanced at the naked "Sleeping Mermaid" again.
"Forget it, no need."
Fang Ming: "..."
After hanging up the phone, Han Yi moved the wheelchair forward and moved closer to the bed.
The beautiful "Sleeping Mermaid" seemed to feel the restraint on her legs and subconsciously kicked her legs twice.
The fishtail was rubbed down by him for a few centimeters, and it was piled loosely near the knees. The hem of the top was rolled up with the movement, revealing the tight underwear very impolitely.
“…”
Han Yi closed his eyes, took a breath, picked up the quilt again and threw it on him. Then he stretched out his arm and pulled the end of the fish tail, trying to help him pull off the strange and obstructive thing.
Unexpectedly, just after pulling it halfway, the sleeping young man suddenly opened his eyes, and his drunken face seemed to be stained with anger.
"Where did you come from, old gangster, you dare to take off my pants! See if I don't let my husband ride in a wheelchair and beat you to death!"
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