06
Han family villa, in the study on the second floor.
Xia Yang and Han Yi sat face to face at the table. In the center of the table was the photo captured from the car.
"What do you mean?" Han Yi's voice was gloomy.
He didn't ask on the way back, purely for safety reasons. Even after seeing the photos, he understood that the photo of the boat was not the photo of the other bed, but he couldn't be sure that there wouldn't be something behind it that an abnormal person could control.
The brain circuit of his marriage partner was different from others, and he couldn't guess or understand it.
"Well, that's what happened..." Xia Yang explained the whole story, and did not conceal the grievances and resentments between "him" and Yuka that arose from stepping on shoes.
"I swear, there is no malicious intention in your boat photo. Yuka is a friend I have always wanted to win back. Only the photo signed by the male god can save me from fire and water..." Tears flashed in his eyes, and his tone was soft and soft, trying to create a As innocent and kind as a little white rabbit, it arouses people's heartache and love.
Han Yi patiently listened to him, and pursed his thin lips slightly: "I had known this..."
"Why bother in the first place? Yes, I knew I was wrong," Xia Yang answered smoothly, repented sincerely, and then changed the topic and spoke the truth, "But people always have to grow by making mistakes, and you can't punish yourself with past mistakes. dont you agree?"
Han Yi: "..."
"So just give me a signed photo, okay? Help me. I am willing to kneel in front of the Buddha every day and burn incense and pray for you!"
Han Yi: "That's not necessary."
The air fell into silence, and the two looked at each other for more than two minutes. At this moment, the landline phone on the table suddenly rang. It was Han Yi's company's landline.
He glanced at the caller number and made a gesture.
"You go out first."
"...Okay, I'll come up to you later." Xia Yang clearly understood the priorities, stood up and opened the study door.
I went downstairs and prepared to go to the kitchen to find food. I had eaten dinner before, but now my stomach was growling again.
As soon as he reached the stairs, he heard Fang Ming scolding a new young helper.
"You don't even know how to cook medicine, how on earth did you pass the selection?"
Xia Yang walked over with a melon mentality, looked at the helper with red eyes, and asked: "What's wrong, who should take medicine?"
"Yes, sir." Fang Ming replied.
Han Yi suffered a leg injury in a car accident six months ago and underwent an operation. During the recovery period, in addition to rehabilitation treatment with medical devices, he also needed traditional Chinese medicine to promote blood circulation and unblock meridians.
The maid who used to be in charge of the kitchen took leave today to go back to her hometown. The one who worked the evening shift was a new one, and she even said she didn't know how to cook Chinese medicine.
Butler Fang was very angry and said that this person was a related person who had sneaked in and should be investigated strictly.
Xia Yang understood the cause and effect and took the medicine pot from the helper: "How about boiling medicine, you didn't tell me earlier! I am a skilled worker in this field!" He said confidently.
Although this statement contains an element of exaggeration, it is also true. In the original world, his father was bedridden all year round, and his mother was in poor health. He almost never stopped taking Chinese medicine. Since he was a teenager, he began to help his parents fry various Chinese herbal medicines.
"No, Master Xia, this is not good," Fang Ming saw him skillfully picking up the bag of Chinese medicine, and was surprised but also a little worried, "Even if you know how to cook medicine, how can I let you do it yourself..."
"What's the point?" Xia Yang blinked her sparkling deer eyes and said, "I love my husband and I like sweet pampering!"
Fang Ming: "..."
Fang Ming observed outside the kitchen for a while, then quietly took out his mobile phone and secretly reported to Han Yi: "Sir, Mr. Xia is frying Chinese medicine for you in the kitchen."
There was a two-second pause on the other end of the phone: "Why."
"He said he loves his husband."
Han Yi: "..."
*
An hour and a half later, Xia Yang carefully went upstairs with a bowl of fried Chinese medicine.
Knocking on the door, he waited until a "come in" was heard from inside, then he poked his face in and knocked on the bowl: "Dalang, drink the medicine~~"
"..." Han Yi's face suddenly darkened.
"It's just a joke, don't be angry, don't be angry." The young man stepped forward with the corner of his mouth raised.
The soup had been drying in the kitchen for seven or eight minutes and was not considered hot. He sat down next to Han Yi and pushed the bowl to his hand: "I fried this for you myself. Drink it quickly. It won't taste good when it's cold. Got it!"
Han Yi: "."
Porcelain white container, dark brown liquid, wisps of hot air leaping into the air, and the smell of traditional Chinese medicine filled the room.
Even though he knew about this from the housekeeper in advance, Han Yi was slightly startled when he saw it with his own eyes.
"Did you fry it yourself?" he paused for a moment and asked.
"Ang, do you look down on me?" Xia Yang raised his eyebrows and observed the words and expressions at the side.
He found that the other party was reluctant to speak, his eyelashes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something.
... Hiss, were you frightened by his words "Dalang"
Cowardly.
After thinking about it, he got up and went back to the room to get the cup he usually drank from. When he returned, he took the bowl of Chinese medicine and poured part of it into his own cup.
Han Yi: "?"
This is the first time I saw someone grabbing medicine.
Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw Xia Yang holding up the medicine cup with one hand and holding his hand with the other, intertwining with his wrist.
"What are you going to do?" Han Yi's eyes were dark, with surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Drink a cup of medicine, and as a husband and wife, we have to share joys and sorrows!" Xia Yang said solemnly.
Han Yi: "..."
The skin where the wrist was attached came with bursts of warmth. After being stunned for a moment, he withdrew his hand, grabbed Xia Yang's cup, and put it on the table with a thud.
"...Do you think this is drinking draft beer?"
"Oh my god, can you still drink beer? What a big belly, Maitreya Buddha." Xia Yang joked with a playful smile.
After laughing enough, he stretched out his legs and pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Han Yi.
"Actually, it doesn't matter what you drink. I just want you to know that I can be honest with you, and I can sleep with you in the same bed. Oh no, no, we are in the same boat." He slapped his lips softly and quickly changed his words.
Romance novels I had read flashed through my mind, and they were seamlessly incited, "If you win, I will dominate the world with you. If you lose, I will accompany you to make a comeback!"
Han Yi: "..."
Comeback... I thank you.
The air fell into silence again, and the soup was steaming with wisps of steam, and each other's faces could not be seen clearly in the white mist. Han Yi was silent for a moment, picked up the bowl, raised his head and drank the Chinese medicine.
After drinking, Xia Yang immediately poured him a glass of boiled water and took out a box of chocolate beans from his pocket.
"Take one, and the sweetness after the bitterness will be sweet to your heart."
Han Yi took a look and didn't eat. He took the boiled water and went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth.
Xia Yang calculated with his fingers that everything had been successfully laid out and it was time to get down to the main topic of the evening.
When the man returned from the bathroom, he cleared his throat and came to the man again.
"Mr. Han, if you are willing, I can help you boil medicine every day. After all, I suggest that we agree for a period of time, help each other, respect and love each other, and break up when the term is over. Let's break up the business and not the friendship."
These words made Han Yi stunned. He raised his eyes to look at him and pursed his lips: "It's not necessary."
"Yes! Of course there is!" Xia Yang fluttered her long eyelashes and said with reason, "You are marrying me because you want to make your family feel at ease, and everything will be prosperous. There must always be a sense of atmosphere, and this is not just what you say with your mouth. , it depends on doing it, whether you want to do it or not, whether you want to do it or not, can you understand what I mean?"
Han Yi's eyes lingered on his face, with a hint of thought. This statement sounded fine, but the marriage partner must have a purpose for saying this.
After a while, he raised his eyelids and said, "You can consider it."
I didn't say anything to death, I just wanted to see what the other party would do next.
But I didn't expect Xia Yang to jump three feet high, cheering and dancing: "That's great if you agree! I know you are a wise king, listen to others' advice and eat enough."
Han Yi, whose intelligence was insulted for a moment, said: "..."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Before he could say anything else, he saw Xia Yang squatting next to him like a chipmunk.
The chipmunk tilted his head and held his chin, and said in a deliberately cute voice with wavy lines: "As promised, let's help each other, respect each other, and love each other~~ Then, when will you be able to arrange for me to kiss your autographed photo?!"
The author has something to say:
If you win, I will accompany you to dominate the world. If you lose, I will accompany you to make a comeback. The quote comes from the Internet.
The key point of this chapter is "It's not just about talking, it's about doing it"