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Xia Yang's heart beat wildly.
This sentence was so shocking that he was stunned on the spot for several seconds.
Even though he usually calls him a plastic husband, when the word "husband" comes out of Han Yi's mouth, he still uses it in a non-joking, powerful way, even with a slight sense of oppression. The questioning tone was such a shock to the soul.
Unprecedented, unprecedented. Xia Yang looked at him with a confused expression...
"Are you listening to me?" Han Yi asked him coldly.
Xia Yang was suddenly startled and raised his head suddenly. At this time, a cold wind blew by, lifting the slightly long hair beside his ears, bringing a smell of jasmine to his cheeks and brushing the tip of his nose. Weirdly itchy.
"A-a sneeze-" He couldn't hold it back anymore and sneezed. The moment he turned his head to avoid it, the saliva was blown back by the wind and sprinkled on the man in front of him.
Han Yi looked like his face had been washed: "..."
"I'm sorry," Xia Yang turned his head back and rubbed his nose. He didn't know what happened at that moment, but he was still proud of his quick reaction.
"Fortunately, I'm smart. If I were too late, I might accidentally hurt you."
"... It was an accidental injury," Han Yi closed his eyes and took out a tissue from his pocket, "You don't look at the direction of the wind, right?"
"Ah." Xia Yang noticed the movement in his hand and then reacted, lowering his head in shame, "Really, really not, but don't worry," he raised his head again, took the tissue from the other person's hand, and gently helped him Wiping his face, he said reassuringly, "I just had a physical examination last month, and there was no Helicobacter pylori. And to a certain extent, saliva has sterilizing and anti-inflammatory functions."
Han Yi: "..."
Han Yi: "Oh, so I also want to thank you."
Xia Yang pursed her lips shyly: "That's not necessary."
After the little interlude ended, the tense atmosphere between the two seemed to have eased a lot than before.
Xia Yang calmed down, rubbed Han Yi's back, and returned to the topic.
"Dear, please listen to me explain to you my behavior of "disowning all relatives" just now..."
"Let's talk somewhere else." Han Yi stopped him, looked at his watch, and pointed in the direction of the parking lot, "Let's have dinner together tonight."
"Okay." Xia Yang agreed readily.
The black Bentley parked at the far end of the movie theater parking lot. He walked closer, opened the passenger door, and was about to sit in with his buttocks bent when his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of dazzling golden color.
Xia Yang lowered her eyes and saw a large bouquet of champagne roses standing on the passenger seat.
"Wow, this is...?" He raised his eyes in surprise and met Han Yi's deep eyes.
"It's for you."
"!!"
Xia Yang's shock deepened.
Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, a cold-blooded boss would also do this.
He held the champagne roses and sat in the car. The bouquet was a bit big and almost blocked his sight. Layers of petals bloom like propellers, stretching from the inside out. A few crystal clear dewdrops roll back and forth on the petals, glowing in the sunlight.
Xia Yang lowered his head, hugged the rose and took a deep breath. The fragrance was fragrant and lingered in his nose. It felt like he had drunk a bowl of sweet wine and was a little drunk.
"It's so beautiful." He stroked the orange-brown petals, and raised the corners of his mouth in a crescent-like arc. After a while, he turned sideways again, fluttering his eyelashes and asked, "Don't we usually choose red roses when giving roses? How did you think of it? The color is champagne and it pierced my heart right away.”
Han Yi started the car and drove smoothly onto the viaduct. He placed his slender fingers on the steering wheel and tapped his fingertips twice.
"Different colors have different flower languages. I chose champagne rose because it is the most suitable for the relationship between you and me at this stage." He said.
Xia Yang was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth in surprise.
He had always thought that Han Yi was a serious and old-fashioned person, but he never expected that he would study the language of flowers.
"Then... what is the flower language of red roses?" he asked.
"Passionate love," Han Yi answered him, "It is suitable to be given to lovers who are in love. They want to be full of sex with the one they love, and they are passionate."
"Uh," Xia Yang lowered her eyes and murmured something in a low voice, "... I'm full of gay feelings, so that doesn't seem to be suitable."
"So I gave you champagne roses today," Han Yi said calmly, "red roses, I'll give you them in a few days."
Xia Yang: "..."
The tips of his ears felt hot, and he quickly lowered his head to play with the rose leaves, his Adam's apple rolling slightly.
"No, no rush."
For things like "full of gay love", the progress bar cannot be too fast...
Han Yi looked into his eyes as he gradually spread the pink tips of his ears, pulled the corner of his mouth, and seemed to let out a chuckle.
After a moment, he whispered again: "The flower language of champagne roses is that I only love you. No matter now or in the future."
Xia Yang's throat tightened and she was suddenly speechless.
There was only a steady stream of heat in his heart, and the blood rushed to the top of his head.
Listening to a cold-blooded boss talk about love, this feeling is too... indescribable in words.
Now he feels more and more that Han Yi is an onion in the true sense. After peeling off the cold layers on the outside and the strong layers on the outside, the more he touches, the warmer and gentler he can feel at his core. , even a little romantic.
It felt like opening the door to a new world, and it was full of novelty at every glance.
The reserved restaurant was about ten kilometers away from the movie theater. It was approaching the evening rush hour. The car drove for more than half an hour and it was already dark when we arrived at the destination.
"We're here." Han Yi parked the car and helped him put the champagne roses he had held in the back seat of the car for the time being.
Xia Yang took off her seat belt and followed him into the private restaurant.
"It's a severe cold today, what can we eat?" Han Yi said as he opened the tablet on the table and looked at today's recommendations, "Would you like mushrooms, bacon and glutinous rice?"
"Eat." Xia Yangguang swallowed twice after hearing the name of the dish. "I also want to eat fish in sour soup, fried konjac and spicy chicken."
"Okay." Han Yi swiped the tablet and checked the items he ordered one by one.
Xia Yang took the tea poured by the waiter and was about to drink it when her cell phone rang in her pocket.
I touched it and saw that it was an agent.
"Brother Qi, are you looking for me?" He glanced at Han Yi, didn't avoid anyone after thinking about it, and directly picked up the phone.
"Yang, the program team of "Job Idol" just contacted me." The manager said on the other end of the phone, "We will shoot promotional posters this weekend and start recording next weekend. Please prepare."
"Ah, it's so fast. Okay, okay." Xia Yang agreed, paused and then asked, "Which company has the program team assigned me to? Bro, do you know?"
"They kept it a secret and kept it secret. They only told me that your workplace experimental field is a highly anticipated company and one of the top giants in the industry." The agent said, "But they revealed that the position given to you is assistant to the chairman."
Xia Yang: "..."
Xia Yang: "!!"
How could such a high-end and high-end hardware configuration be arranged
He would be nervous if he said that!
After hanging up the phone, he thought over what his agent had just said. He clenched his fingers and looked at the big boss in front of him who had been working in the business circle for many years, asking for guidance.
"Boss."
"Um?"
Han Yi had already finished ordering the food, pushed the tablet aside and looked at him.
"I'm going to record a workplace variety show. I have some questions for you, a rookie who has never been on duty for a day." Xia Yang said as he took out a small notebook from his bag, looking at the person in front of him with a pair of bright deer eyes.
"Okay, you ask." Han Yi took a sip of tea, the expression on his face was as calm as water.
He also vaguely heard a little bit about the phone call between Xia Yang and his manager just now.
Speaking of which, when his brand director initially discussed with the program team, he tentatively decided that Xia Yang's position would be marketing assistant, or he "turned the tide" and changed his position, firmly keeping Xia by his side.
The program team was as ecstatic as if they had dug up a treasure, and the brand director was confused for several days...
Returning to his thoughts, Xia Yang had already listed the questions one by one in the notebook, almost filling the page.
"Well, let's just think of these for now." He scratched the back of his head and pushed the small notebook over.
Han Yi took it and browsed through it quickly, and saw that what he listed were all "How to deal with the chairman who has violent tendencies", "How to comfort the chairman when he is cheated on", "The chairman's mother-in-law and his wife fell into the water at the same time" , which one should be saved first?" etc...
Closing the notebook, he took a deep breath and explained patiently: "These questions of yours are too niche and too unrealistic. Such problems are unlikely to occur in the real workplace, let alone just Variety show.”
"Huh? Is that so?"
"Yes, you don't have to worry, and don't think about the workplace being too scary."
"But..." Xia Yang hesitated while holding his chin, still a little worried, "Then let me think of something that is less niche and more realistic... Hey, there you have it!"
His eyes lit up, he slapped his thigh, and a new case suddenly appeared in his mind.
"What if I'm unlucky enough to meet an old gangster chairman and he wants to sexually harass me, a little assistant in the office?"
Han Yi took a sip of tea and his chest rose and fell a few times.
After a few seconds, he pursed his lips and said, "That variety show is a serious show, and the company I'm looking for must not be much different. The old gangster chairman, there's a high chance that you won't run into him."
"Hey, that's not necessarily the case," Xia Yang blinked her big, innocent eyes and disagreed with his answer, "Don't you read the news? What is often reported is that the more powerful and powerful they are, the more sanctimonious they are. Hypocrite, what a beast! In this day and age, there simply shouldn’t be too much sexual harassment in the office!”
"...Okay," Han Yi pinched his eyebrows and had no choice but to follow his train of thought, "Then tell me what you think. What would happen if I met you."
"Me," Xia Yang tilted his head and quickly searched through the videos, animations, and film and television dramas he had watched in his mind. After thinking for a while, he said in a sonorous tone, "If the chairman assigned to me dares to harass me, I will Use the beauty trick immediately!"
Han Yi: "?"
"Uh, no, no, you're talking nonsense," Xia Yang hurriedly patted her cheeks and said, "If you dare to tease me, I will use my special move immediately."
"What special move?" Han Yi asked, raising his eyebrows.
Xia Yang stood up and walked to the table, gestured, and suddenly raised her knees, "I will raise my legs high, hit the dog man's vitals directly, and give him a fatal blow!"
Han Yi: "..."
Han Yi: “……………”
What a deadly beater, he is a ruthless person.
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