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Xia Yang was startled by the idea in her mind, thought about it, and quickly denied it.
Han Yi signed an agreement with him, and the terms were clear and clear. Party A's father even told him personally at the beginning: "This is a marriage by agreement, and there will be no love talk. I hope you can stay awake at all times in this relationship."
He almost didn't write "Don't love me, it won't work out" on his forehead.
Putting these aside, from another level, if one of the two parties who have signed a marriage agreement becomes sincere, it is equivalent to breaking the agreement, which means the premature termination of the contractual relationship.
Han Yi is a clear-thinking father of Party A. How could he be the sixth child
So there is a high probability that he is being sentimental.
Xia Yang analyzed it carefully and convinced himself to put the matter aside and no longer think about it.
*
The next morning, the entire crew had a half-day off to recuperate.
After lunch, the assistant director sent Xia Yang a WeChat message, informing him that the official WeChat account had released stills from yesterday's car chase scene, and asked him to cooperate with the publicity and forward it.
"Okay, I'll transfer it right away." Xia Yang replied with a voice message. After exiting WeChat, he quickly clicked into Weibo.
Yesterday's car chase scene contributed many wonderful stills. The photographer took several sets of individual photos and several group photos of them.
Xia Yang saw that his solo photo was a "battle damage photo" leaning on the back seat of a car.
There is a sunset outside the car window. The light passes through the glass and is cut into diagonal squares by the car window frame. The hazy autumn leaves are gathered under the street lights and are cut out into sparse and broken light and shadows.
The young man in the car was immersed in this light and shadow. His eyes were slightly red, his mouth was slightly open, and there was a little blood around the corners of his lips. The damaged collar could not cover the two scratches on his fair neck.
One is at the Adam's apple and the other is near the collarbone.
He was leaning against the back seat of the car, half-closing his eyelids, and his curled eyelashes were slightly lowered, giving him a fragile feeling of a tough guy and a beautiful woman, but he could not hide the perseverance in his bright black eyes.
Xia Yang reposted it on Weibo according to the copy given by the assistant director, and it didn't take long for the comment area to become abuzz.
[@人家that小人]: Ah ah, brother shark me! War damage makeup good hobbies love love
[@天仙与 mouse]: Licking the screen! Must lick the screen! Today's beauty shop is open as usual!
[@大风车]: It feels so exciting, A exploded! It's time to change the mobile phone desktop again, I'm looking forward to Xiao Chang and "Hidden Heart"!
[@大智诺雨]: I really fell in love and got pregnant through the air!
[@ Chipmunk]: Last time, who said that Xia Gezi and Xiao Chang’s image did not match, come out and get beaten by me [hum hum hum]
[@吃enough of the pain of love]: I declare that Xia Yang is my next husband!
[@ Sesese Sister]: @泽心官方微博, let’s have some more! More! Let me feel my husband's hormones! I want to see my brother’s eight-pack abs and mermaid lines [色MIMI][色MIMI]
There are also a lot of PS masters hidden among netizens, who gave Xia Yang P something that is imaginative based on the "battle damage".
Such as mouth//ball.
Such as chains and handcuffs...
P is so lifelike and vivid that it attracts many fans to get excited and scream.
[@天仙match Mouse]: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, I got the treasure with my strength!
[@Gouzi Guaiguai]: This is something I can see without spending any money!
[@Did you fart today]: Oh my god~ Husband, you are so A and so cool, why are you forced to beep by the little black room, husband!
[@ Chipmunk]: Woohoo, it smells so much like the male protagonist Begonia. I bent it in one minute and sent it to you!
When Xia Yang saw this picture in his super chat, his cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
What kind of dirty thing is this that is not suitable for children...
He was murmuring wildly, but he poked the photo with his hand sincerely and decisively saved the photo album.
As soon as I saved it, two WeChat messages scrolled down at the top of the screen. When I poked them in, I saw they were Han Yi.
[Han Yi]：[File]PDF
[Han Yi]: This is the assistant candidate information. If you take the time to read it, if you set up a studio, you should have several assistants.
Xia Yang was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth: "A few... assistants."
I heard Fang Ming say before that Han Yi had both secretaries and assistants. In total, there were about eight or nine people.
The elite boss has a reputation, but he is just a commoner and he doesn't deserve it.
[Yang]: Thank you for your concern, boss. At my level, I probably don’t need anyone to help me~
[Han Yi]: No, you need it.
[澎]：.
Boss Han insisted, Xia Yang thought about it and had no choice but to agree to pick an assistant, otherwise it would be disrespectful.
He clicked on the document sent by the other party and read through the information of nearly a hundred people in it. Finally, he chose a strong and tall boy, one year younger than him, named Xiaojun.
[Yang]: It’s him! Looks like a down-to-earth working man
[Han Yi]: Okay, your assistant will contact you later.
Watching the two of them chatting, at a certain moment, Xia Yang felt that the "sentimentality" from before was coming back.
… Hiss, the plastic husband must be caring about him. Yesterday he was concerned about his safety, and today he is concerned about his work.
He even thought of finding an assistant for him. Why does it feel like the attributes of Party A and Party B have been reversed in their relationship.
Just as he was wondering, another message popped up in the dialog box.
[Han Yi]: Will there be any action scenes in the future
Xia Yang was startled, fearing that the other party wanted to find another substitute for him, so he quickly typed in the dialog box -
[Yang]: No, no, all the high-gloss action scenes were shot yesterday~[Yeb]
[Yang]: By the way, let me show you my cool stills from yesterday!
[澎]：[Picture]
[Yang]: How about it? Are you passionate enough? Has any handsome guy captured your heart
[澎]：[I just like to see you dumbfounded]jpg
After throwing away the emoji, he grinned and looked up at his stills again, but suddenly realized that the photo he threw to Han Yi was the one that had been "ruined" by netizens.
Depend on!
Damn it! ! !
He hurriedly withdrew, praying with all his heart that Han Yi would go to the toilet to pee, before he could see the picture of him being fucked.
The result is in the next second—
[Han Yi]:. . .
[Han Yi]: What kind of movie did you make? Can it pass censorship
Xia Yang: “………”
Hey, God didn't have his wish, but he was still seen.
He rubbed the tips of his red ears and typed awkwardly with his head on his forehead.
[澎]：Wrong word [cover face][face cover], this is just for fun of fans.
Then he quickly clicked into the photo album, checked it several times, and sent the normal still photo.
[Yang]: Forget it, dear, use this to wash your eyes
It took a long time for the other party to reply, but his mind seemed to be still stuck in the moment.
[Han Yi]: Are you sure the photo of you is a pink one and not a black one
puff!
Xia Yang couldn't help laughing when she imagined the cold boss discussing this issue with him seriously.
[Yang]: [Be good, touch your head]
[Yang]: If you don’t understand the entertainment industry, take some time to learn about it with Teacher Xia~~
*
The week passed quickly. The shooting task was completed on Saturday morning. In the afternoon, Xia Yang returned from the shooting location to the hospital where Han Yi was staying.
Assistant Xiaojun was already on duty and drove him downstairs to the hospital.
"Brother, I'll come over to pick you up the day after tomorrow."
"Yeah, call me if you need anything." Xia Yang took his backpack and was about to get out of the car. Suddenly, he seemed to see the figures of two old ladies flashing past the hospital lobby.
One of them looks very much like Mrs. Tang.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously and stretched his neck to take a closer look, but found that the two people he had just seen had disappeared.
"Hey, am I dazzled?" He said to himself.
As soon as Xiaojun heard this, he immediately took out something from his bag: "Brother, pay attention to your eyestrain. You can take this and use it."
Xia Yang was stunned, took the thing from his hand, looked down and saw that it was a brand new, unopened bottle of eye drops.
"Uh... thanks." He patted the considerate assistant, and without thinking any more, he opened the car door and entered the hospital.
Walking through the hall and heading straight to the elevator, I felt a little excited thinking about the fact that I was going to see the person at home soon!
While waiting for the elevator, he couldn't help but take out his mobile phone and send Han Yi a WeChat message. Just as he typed "I", he heard someone calling his name behind him.
"Yangyang!" The voice was inexplicably familiar.
Hearing the sound, he turned his head, but his pupils shrank, and Mrs. Tang suddenly appeared behind him, looking at him in shock.
Xia Yang: "!"
He couldn't use the eye drops. This wave was really not a dazzle for him.
"Grandma, grandma, why did you come to the hospital?" As he spoke, he turned his brain and searched for the "honeymoon" story he and Han Yi made up a long time ago. I vaguely recalled the general idea, then secretly poked into WeChat, found Han Yi's dialog box, and sent him his location and - "Help".
Mrs. Tang stepped forward and stared directly into his face: "My friend and I came here for a physical examination, but why are you here? Aren't you still on your honeymoon with Xiaoyi?"
"Uh..." Xia Yang lowered her head while holding her cell phone, her eyes like grasshoppers in the grass, dodging and jumping, "My honeymoon with Brother Xiaoyi is over. We just got back yesterday and I haven't had time to tell you yet."
Mrs. Tang was stunned and immediately grasped the key point: "You just came back from your honeymoon... why did you come to the hospital?"
If the granddaughter-in-law hadn't been a man, she would have had reason to wonder if their honeymoon had borne sweet fruits!
But now the grandson's daughter-in-law was hesitant to speak and looked embarrassed. A bad premonition could not help but arise in her heart.
"My child, what's going on between you and Xiaoyi? Tell grandma the truth." Mrs. Tang took two more steps forward and held his hand.
"Well, let's just..." Xia Yang bit her lip, still struggling and hesitating, when the elevator door opened with a ding, and a tall and straight man walked out.
With broad shoulders and long legs, and a steady pace, Mrs. Tang was completely dumbfounded at the first glance: "Xiaoyi, why is it you! Your legs..."
Han Yi made a gesture and pointed to a nearby corridor where few people came and went. Xia Yang understood and helped Mrs. Tang to walk there together.
The old man's expression was dull, and his steps were several beats slower than before.
The three of them stood still. Han Yi pulled Xia Yang over and blocked him behind him with his tall body: "I changed the date of the surgery and moved it to last night. In order to hide it from you, I said I was going on honeymoon."
"Ah?!" Mrs. Tang covered her mouth in surprise.
Han Yi saw her slightly changed expression, paused, and then said, "I don't want you to worry about me. It's been a few weeks since the surgery, and I'm recovering well. I can basically walk normally. This matter is mine alone." The decision has nothing to do with anyone else.”
Xia Yang raised his eyelids and peeked at him, and the calm lake in his heart surged with tiny waves. He remembered that Han Yi had said before that Mrs. Tang couldn't stand other people's deception, even if it was a white lie.
So he is helping him absolve himself of responsibility
Turning his eyes to Mrs. Tang, he saw her pursed lips, curled her fingers slightly, and her chest kept rising and falling: "You mean, you did such a big operation without telling me?!"
"Yes." Han Yi nodded.
Mrs. Tang took a deep breath.
He was about to say something when Xia Yang suddenly came out from behind Han Yi, took two big steps and used his body to block him.
Han Yi: "?"
"Grandma," the young man didn't know where he got the courage. He defended his husband righteously, with a touch of bravery between his brows and a hint of perseverance in his words, "Brother Xiao Yi is still in the recovery period and is weak. If you want to hit or scold him, Come all to me, I am willing to bear it all by myself!"
Mrs. Tang: "..."
Han Yi: "..."
The air fell into silence, the three of them looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while.
After a while, Mrs. Tang suddenly opened her arms, trembling hands, and took her grandson and grandson's wife into her arms.
"I have waited for this moment for too long!"
Due to her excitement and excessive force, Xia Yang's forehead hit Han Yi's neck with a "thud" at that moment.
Two people: "..."
Mrs. Tang's emotions were still fluctuating greatly, and she didn't even notice that Hu Dasun was being pushed by the Tietou Gong's grandson's wife.
The corners of her mouth trembled slightly, her eyes were red, and two lines of tears spilled out of her eyes and flowed down her face. Her voice was mixed with a nasal sound: "Xiao Yi can finally stand up! Thank you for giving me such a big surprise!"
Two people: "!"
It was not as stormy as he had imagined. Xia Yang closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.
While comforting Mrs. Tang, he blinked and gave the man next to him a "well" look.
Occasionally, three or four passers-by flashed around, and they all stopped when they saw it.
But their focus is on the great looks of the two handsome guys.
Han Yi ignored the gazes around him, supported Mrs. Tang's arm, and pointed to the elevator diagonally in front of her: "Let's go upstairs."
"Okay, let's go upstairs." The old man wiped the corners of his eyes and tightened his palms.
The three of them turned around and were about to leave. At this moment, a young man with braids appeared out of nowhere. He rushed to Xia Yang's eyes and recognized him at a glance, even though he was wearing a pair of masks. sunglasses.
"Wow! Hubby! Is it you, hubby! I've been a fan of you for a long time!"
Xia Yang: "..."
"Honey, honey, can you put your arms around me and take a photo with me? Please, hubby!" The braided man jumped to his feet with excitement and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
Xia Yang subconsciously took a step back, pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and was about to say something, when Han Yi grabbed his shoulders, pulled him to his side, and clamped him firmly under his arm.
"You have recognized the wrong person. He is not your husband."
His voice was low, his eyebrows were sharp, and his aura was charming. Before the braided man could speak again, he had already strode into the elevator with Xia Yang in his arms.
The male fan looked at the tightly closed elevator door and looked confused: "Hey! Isn't it Xia Yang? No way, I still recognize my husband..."
Ding-
The elevator stopped on the 17th floor, and the two took Mrs. Tang into the ward suite.
"Grandma, Brother Xiaoyi will be discharged from the hospital next week. These days are the last few days he will spend here." Xia Yang took her grandma's hand and reported with a smile.
Mrs. Tang looked around the ward, her eyes red again. She caught a glimpse of the wheelchair in the corner and said with a choked voice, "So Xiaoyi will never have to use a wheelchair again?"
"Yeah." Han Yi nodded, "I'm going to throw it away."
"Hey, hey, don't throw it away!" Xia Yang poked his waist and almost said "Prodigal man", "Your wheelchair cost 7 figures for customization, I will help you put it away Isn’t it good to get out of the idle fish?”
Han Yi: "... whatever you want."
After Mrs. Tang finished inspecting the ward, she asked the attending doctor for the surgery report and the health records of the recovery period. After reading them one by one, her smile became wider and even the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes bloomed.
"Today is a good day. I'm not going to have a physical examination. I'm going to cook some dishes myself. Let's celebrate together!"
She called her best friend to inform her that she had been cheated, and then asked the driver to buy some fresh ingredients.
The old man was a good cook and didn't let anyone interfere. Han Yi and Xia Yang had to cut some fruits and vegetables outside the kitchen to make platters and salads.
The large Internet TV in the living room stayed on a certain entertainment channel, showing the week's news in the entertainment industry. Xia Yang accidentally turned his eyes and suddenly thought of something.
"Dear, I think it's necessary for me to do some popular science with you." He looked up at Han Yi beside him and talked about the male fan they just met downstairs, "Actually, it's not a big deal if fans call me husband. Something wrong."
"..." Han Yi glanced at him and pursed his lips, "Really?"
There was a hint of coolness in the voice.
"Yes, in fact, in the entertainment industry, husband is the nickname given by fans to male idols, and wife is the nickname given to female idols. They are not the kind of partners we think of... forming a loving relationship." He fluttered his eyelashes in seriousness. I really watched the people in front of me doing science popularization.
After hearing this, Han Yi paused for a moment, a glimmer of light seemed to flash in his dark eyes, his tightly pursed lips relaxed slightly, and his tone seemed to soften a bit.
"So in your opinion, "husband" is the partner who exists in the relationship between lovers?"
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