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After praying, the two left the temple. Xia Yang walked forward with his head lowered, repeatedly replaying what Han Yi had just said in his mind.
All three wishes are related to him. Especially the last wish about love, which completely disrupted his mood, and he couldn't even say what wishes he wanted to make.
In the end, he only made a wish: "May the world be peaceful" and "May the motherland be prosperous." When passers-by heard this, they all gave him thumbs up and praised him.
From the mountain plank road all the way down the mountain, out of the resort gate, until returning to the car, Xia Yang's heart was still bubbling.
Fortunately, he was wearing sunglasses and a mask, and his face was completely covered, so it was not easy to see the faint blush on his cheeks.
He took off his mask and sunglasses, rubbed his cheeks, and took this opportunity to secretly glance at Han Yi. Han Yi also pursed his lips and said nothing, wondering what was going on in his mind.
After a while—
"Ahem, do you want something to drink? I have purified water, Coke, and Yakult here." Xia Yang cleared her throat and broke the silence first, pretending to be thirsty and rummaging around in her backpack.
Han Yi came back to his senses, put his fingers on his knees, and did not answer his words, but turned to other topics. ,
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"ah?"
"Usually people will choose to drink water tactically when they feel stressed and anxious." Han Yi turned his face and looked at him.
"No, no, I'm really thirsty," Xia Yang denied with lowered eyes, fiddling with a bottle of Coke absently, fiddling with it for a while before unscrewing the cap.
As a result, the pressurized carbonic acid gas spurted out, not only wetting his pants, but also damaging Mr. Han's million-dollar car.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xia Yang quickly squeezed the Coke and put it down, and hurriedly opened the car drawer to find a tissue to wipe it with.
But at this moment, his wrist was grasped by a warm palm.
Han Yi pulled out a few tissues, turned his body sideways, and gently wiped the cola stains on his pants, and said while wiping:
"You don't need to be anxious. Although I hope you can like me, I won't force you to make a choice or put pressure on you. This matter is a matter between two people. Don't rush. You can think about it slowly and I won't rush you. "
Hearing the low, magnetic voice, Xia Yang curled his fingertips and felt indescribable emotions well up in his heart, like gentle petals falling piece by piece, landing in the middle of the rippling lake water in winter.
The feeling is subtle and magical.
"Where else do you want to go later?" Han Yi finished wiping, put away the tissue, and looked at his watch, "It seems a little early to have lunch now."
"Well," Xia Yang retracted his thoughts and subconsciously glanced out the window. At this time, he saw a few ponies tied there on the other side of the resort. The staff were talking to a few tourists who wanted to ride horses.
"Eh? There's a horse farm here?" He stretched his neck and asked curiously.
Han Yi followed his gaze and said, "It's not a racecourse. It's an outsourcing project of the resort. It's a way of entertainment to attract tourists. What, you want to ride a horse?"
"...I don't know how. I was kicked by a horse when I was a kid." Xia Yang shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, but soon a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "But I want to see you ride."
The tourists outside the window have already climbed onto the horse. The man is tall and wearing a ball cap. Although his face cannot be seen clearly, he feels very cool and stylish.
For a moment, he suddenly felt like Han Yi. Horse riding is a passionate sport. What a scene it would be like for a cold-blooded boss to do such a sport. He really wants to be healthy!
"Can you? Show me how powerful you are, too!"
Han Yi focused the expectation on his face into his eyes. After a moment, he pulled on his seat belt and buckled it, and said: "I never ride horses in resorts. If you want to see it, I will take you to a real horse farm."
"Okay, shag! Let's go to the horse farm!"
The car sped all the way north, and after driving for more than half an hour, it reached its destination - "Lingfeng" Equestrian Club.
The racecourse covers a large area and has a superior outdoor environment. The British-style architecture and beautiful horses immediately tell you that this place is of high quality.
As soon as the car drove in, a man in a suit and leather tie came out to greet him. His nameplate said "Business Manager", so he must be familiar with it.
Han Yi nodded lightly, which was regarded as a greeting.
"Boss, it seems you've been here a lot before," Xia Yang said as he looked around the racecourse. Everything here seemed novel to him.
"Do I need to get a membership like this to come here, the kind that can earn dozens of W's a year?"
"I don't need it," Han Yi said, "I am one of the investors in this club."
Xia Yang: "..."
Xia Yang: "High-end, show off your wealth invisibly!"
Han Yi: "?"
While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the standard stable. The entire area is very large, with more than 100 horses of various breeds and functions being raised.
"Do you raise horses here?" Xia Yang asked, looking around at the tall knights.
"Yes." Han Yi pointed to several separate compartments on the other side of the corridor, "The second and third rooms all have my horses."
Xia Yang followed the direction of his finger and looked over. Two tall horses, one brown and one white, handsome and elegant, with their proud necks raised, were staring at someone unknown. A quick glance shows that this must be the most expensive thoroughbred horse.
"Wow, the temperament of these two brothers is very similar to yours," Xia Yang gently touched the horse's neck through the wooden fence, "As expected of the baby you raised!"
Han Yi: "..."
He was about to say something else, when an enthusiastic voice came from behind.
"Director Han! It's really you. Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were here?"
Han Yi turned around when he heard the sound, and saw a middle-aged man running towards their direction with a smile on his face.
He looked calm and took a small step forward: "I decided to come over and take a look at the last minute."
"Sometimes you are welcomed from a distance, and some are not welcomed from afar." The middle-aged man's face showed both surprise and awe. His eyes turned to Xia Yang's face next to him, and he was stunned for a moment: "This handsome guy is...?"
It was not convenient for Xia Yang to reveal her identity, so she pulled up her mask, pushed up her sunglasses, and said vaguely: "Hello, I am..."
"He is my idol," Han Yi jumped in and said, "You just need to know that I am his admirer."
Xia Yang: "!!!"
Club Director: "!!!"
He thought he had heard wrongly and opened his mouth in an O shape: "Director Han... are you an admirer of the handsome boy?"
"That's right." Han Yi said.
His indifferent gaze passed over the two people's still confused faces. After a moment of pause, he pointed to the big brown horse and said, "Bring Joffa out. The idol said he wants to see me ride a horse."
The director quickly complied: "Okay, okay, please wait a moment."
When Dian Dian ran to fetch the horse, Xia Yang quietly pulled his sleeve and lowered his voice: "Mr. Han, why are you talking nonsense?"
What an idol, what an admirer? The thickness of his face has shrunk now, and he will be embarrassed if he disagrees with him.
"I'm not talking nonsense," Han Yi said with a serious expression, "I told the truth, just get used to it."
Xia Yang: "..."
20 minutes later, Han Yi came out of the locker room and changed into equestrian clothes. He wore white clothes with a dark vest and a pair of black leather boots. The handsome riding clothes outlined his strong and smooth body lines. Xia Yang stared at him intently. , and was a little stunned for a moment.
Normally, Han Yi usually wears dark clothes, but looking at it today, he seems to be very suitable for the dignified white. The cold sense of abstinence, the natural nobility in his bones, coupled with his cold and handsome face with perfect bones, all stepped on Xia Yang's aesthetics.
"You're so handsome." He kept swallowing his saliva and couldn't help but praise him, "These legs, this waist..."
What a stunning and fierce A
Today is a sunny day with mild sunshine. Someone happened to have an appointment to play polo at the racecourse. They are all colleagues in the business circle and they all know Han Yi.
Originally, the aloof boss just wanted to run two laps, but now several other people were eager to invite him to play ball. Xia Yang was also encouraging them. After hesitating for a moment, he unexpectedly agreed.
Many elites competed on the racecourse. It was a rare scene. Many people gathered in the viewing area, including equestrians and tourists.
In the racecourse, Han Yi climbed onto the horse with one long step, holding the bat in his hand and swung it in Xia Yang's direction.
"Wow, he's so handsome!" The two young women next to him covered their mouths in excitement, "Is the male god greeting us? Oh my God, I'm going crazy! Hi, male god! Hi hi!" They looked like a The cheerful little rabbit jumped its feet and waved its arms vigorously.
Xia Yang turned sideways, glanced at them through her sunglasses, and quickly turned back, covering her mask and hat more tightly.
The referee kicked off the ball, and Han Yi ran his horse along the inner circle, his legs so strong in stirrups, and his beautiful body lines bumping up and down on the horse. He was so agile that he made an S-shape, bypassed his opponent, swung his stick, and hit The perfect backhand shot rushed into the goal.
"Beautiful! Scored!" His partner raised his bat and exchanged blows with Han Yi's bat.
"I've heard that Director Han is very good at playing polo. I'm honored to have an eye-opener today!" He reined in his horse and said with a smile.
"Thank you." Han Yi said calmly, turned around holding the reins, and glanced in a certain direction of the spectator seats.
The two young girls stamped their feet and became excited again.
"The male god is looking at me again, he is looking at me again! My heart is about to fly!"
"Who said he was looking at you? He was looking at me! God, look at me, husband! Husband!"
Xia Yang closed her eyes and straightened the corners of her mouth. He can accept outsiders calling Han Yi "the male god". But calling him "husband" makes him a little unhappy.
My husband can only have one for himself and refuse to share it.
However, considering his special status and being unable to lose his horse, he could only endure the displeasure in his heart, got up and moved to a place slightly further away from the two of them.
Eyes focused on the competition field again, the referee signaled the kick-off, and several people started riding horses again, chasing after each other quickly.
Han Yi ran toward the opponent's goal, his horse's hooves raising pieces of grass, and the scene was even more intense than before. His partner, who was in front of him on the left, rushed to the goal early and passed the ball to him. However, when Han Yi swung the stick, he suddenly tilted to the other side, as if he was about to roll off his horse.
People around him sighed, and Xia Yang's breathing became even tighter, and he was almost sweating.
He stood up in an instant, clenching his fingers tightly in his palms: "Han Yi—" He couldn't help shouting, with a slight tremor in his voice.
However, it turned out that he was overly worried. Han Yi used a move to drift the horse, pressing his body to almost the same height as the horse's back. He raised his slender arms high and hit a ball with the horizontal stick.
"Score!"
"so amazing!"
Everyone was cheering loudly inside and outside the stadium. Xia Yang took a long breath and felt the urge to rush into the stadium and hug that charming man.
The two equestrians behind him who came to watch were discussing quietly in private, and their voices were so light that they penetrated his ears.
"Mr. Han doesn't play so easily and crushes his opponents into scum when he does. This level is comparable to a professional."
"Who says it's not the case? His moves are beautiful and he dares to do tricks. Just the drift just now. Without good back strength, he will definitely overturn!"
Xia Yang listened to the conversation between the two with his ears raised, and when he caught a certain key word, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised.
Ten minutes later, the game ended. Han Yi handed Qiao Fa to the horse trainer and walked towards the competition area outside the field.
The two young women who were excited just now waved their arms at him desperately. They seemed to have made a bet on who the male god was looking at just now.
As a result, Han Yi walked towards Xia Yang without even leaning half a centimeter. His cold black eyes seemed to block everyone else.
Under the disappointed and surprised gazes of the two of them, he held the corner of his mouth, raised his arm, and gently hugged Xia Yang's shoulders.
"Is it cold? Do you want to try riding a lap? I'll help you hold the horse."
Xia Yang was stunned and quickly waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't dare to ride it. I'll be satisfied if I'm addicted to you."
"Well," Han Yi nodded and didn't force it anymore. He still put his arm on his shoulders and looked at him and asked, "Are you satisfied with watching it?"
"Yeah, yeah, that was quite enjoyable." Xia Yang took a bunch of photos for him and was going to go back and enjoy them again. "Do you know what the equestrian said about you?"
"How to evaluate."
"They said that you are professional and have beautiful posture. They also said that if you dare to ride horses in fancy styles, you will definitely have first-class waist strength!"
"Really?" Han Yi slowed down, and a slight ripple flashed through his dark pupils, "So, will this be a bonus for me?"
"Ah?" Xia Yang was stunned for a moment, not getting the meaning of it yet: "What extra points."
"Good waist strength," Han Yi repeated, adding an explanation, "one of the important indicators when considering a suitor."
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