Yang Youming taught Xia Xingcheng to change the password of the door.
Xia Xingcheng hesitated for a moment, and lost a string of numbers that looked like time. Yang Youming knew the date of the password he lost by just looking at it. That was the time when Xia Xingcheng showed his heart to him at the hotel not long ago.
After changing the password, Yang Youming went to the bathroom in the bedroom to take a shower. When he was taking a shower, Xia Xingcheng didn't allow him to close the door. He sat on the toilet lid in the bathroom, brushing his teeth with a toothbrush, while insisting on speaking to him inarticulately and asking him, "What's your plan next?"
Yang Youming stood in the bathtub, and the hot water washed down from the top of his head. He raised his hand to wipe the water from his face, and brushed his wet hair back with his fingers, saying, "There are a few scripts that I'm still reading, and I won't be reading it for a while. It will be finalized and there will be no work arrangements until a few years ago."
Xia Xingcheng stood up, spit out the foam in his mouth at the washbasin, picked up his toothbrush and continued to brush, saying, "You won't be leaving, will you?"
Yang Youming just washed the sweat off his body with hot water. He quickly turned off the water, leaned over and pulled the dry towel on the towel rack, wiped the water from his hair and body, and replied to Xia Xingcheng, "I won't leave for now."
Xia Xingcheng stood in front of the pool, looked up at Yang Youming from the mirror, and stopped brushing his teeth and speaking.
Yang Youming wiped off the water, put on his pants, and then looked at Xia Xingcheng, and asked him gently, "What's wrong?"
Xia Xingcheng seemed to havetily rinsed his mouth with water, washed his toothbrush and put it in a cup, turned to look at Yang Youming, and asked him, "Are you afraid of being lonely living in such a big house by yourself?"
Yang Youming laughed lightly, he lowered his eyes, took Xia Xingcheng's hand, and said, "Of course I'm afraid, I invite you to live with me, would you like to?"
Xia Xingcheng replied without thinking, "Okay."
Yang Youming then smiled again, lifted Xia Xingcheng's hand to his lips and gave a light kiss, and said, "Thank you. Then what do you want for breakfast, I can make it for you."
Xia Xingcheng asked him, "Can you cook?"
"Well," Yang Youming put the towel on the shelf, put on a casual long-sleeved shirt, and walked outside, "I like to cook."
Xia Xingcheng found out that he actually didn't know the complete Yang Youming.
The refrigerator that was empty yesterday was filled with fresh vegetables and raw meat today.
When Yang Youming took the egg out of it, Xia Xingcheng asked him curiously, "Did you go out to buy it in the morning?"
"The supermarket delivers it early in the morning," Yang Youming said. "It's inconvenient for me to go out to buy groceries, so I often have them deliver."
This community is one of the best high-end communities in the center of the city, and life is actually very convenient.
After taking the eggs, Yang Youming glanced at the refrigerator and said to Xia Xingcheng, "Would you like to eat tomato omelette noodles?"
Xia Xingcheng responded immediately: "Okay."
So Yang Youming took out the tomatoes and dried noodles and walked towards the kitchen.
Some simple seasonings were added to the kitchen, and the kitchen utensils were already available and arranged neatly.
Xia Xingcheng had nothing to do, so he followed in and leaned on the cupboard, watching Yang Youming prepare breakfast skillfully and fluently.
Yang Youxian is obviously used to doing this.
Xia Xingcheng still had many questions to ask Yang Youming, but many of those questions were related to Yuan Qian, including Yang Youming's past life and the matter of Yuan Qian's visit to Yang Youming yesterday. He was very reluctant to ask them out, because he I don't want Yang Youming to think about Yuan Qian again.
Tomatoes are peeled and cut into small pieces.
Yang Youming boiled the noodles while frying the eggs in a non-stick pan.
Xia Xingcheng sat on the table in the cupboard and asked Yang Youming, "Do you cook for me every day?"
Yang Youming probably thought that Xia Xingcheng was in the way. He wiped his hands and walked in front of Xia Xingcheng. He picked him up and put him in the corner to sit him down. He stroked the corner of Xia Xingcheng's mouth with his fingers, "Tell me what you want to eat."
Xia Xingcheng put his lips close to his ear and said, "I want to eat you."
Yang Youming smiled, and gently stroked his fingers against his neck, "Can you eat enough?"
Xia Xingcheng could keep his voice very low, he said, "Use your—" He stopped halfway, looked down at Yang Youming's lower body, and continued to say, "Feed me."
After speaking, Xia Xingcheng felt embarrassed, hugged Yang Youming tightly and buried his face on his neck, his ears slightly red.
Then he heard Yang Youming laugh, and the low and sweet laughter sounded clearly in his ears.
Xia Xingcheng was suddenly unhappy, he raised his head and looked at Yang Youming: "What are you laughing at? At this time, shouldn't you grab my clothes tightly, tear them apart, and say, 'Am I satisfying you'?"
Before the smile on Yang Youming's face faded, he said, "I won't act like this if I change it."
Xia Xingcheng asked him, "How do you act?"
Yang Youming looked at him with a straight face, his face was obviously expressionless, but a little bit of desire seeped out from his eyes, his hand was still on Xia Xingcheng's neck, but the stroking movement gradually became heavier, as if suppressing something, and then He leaned in slowly and licked his Adam's apple lightly with the tip of his tongue.
Xia Xingcheng first felt the hot and humid licking, and when the tip of his tongue left, it became slightly cool.
Yang Youming kept licking from his Adam's apple to his ear, holding his ear and lips, and said, "The water is boiling." When Xia Xingcheng was stunned, he left his side and walked to the stove to turn off the fire.
Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a while, then raised his hand to cover his face.
In the afternoon, Xia Xingcheng drove back by himself to pack up.
In fact, he didn't have much to pack. The daily necessities were all prepared at Yang Youming's side. He only needed to pack a few pieces of clothes to move in.
The first thing he did when he got home was to call Huang Jixin and say that he was going to move to Yang Youming's house.
Huang Jixin immediately said: "You are waiting for me at home, you are not allowed to leave until I come!"
After hanging up the phone, Xia Xingcheng didn't take it to heart. He took a suitcase and spread it out in the cloakroom, picking out clothes and putting it in.
Huang Jixin didn't know where the person was, but he arrived at Xia Xingcheng's house in less than ten minutes.
Xia Xingcheng sat cross-legged on the floor and sorted out his clothes. He was startled by the sound of the door closing and raised his head to look outside.
After a while, Huang Jixin followed the light to the door of the cloakroom. He was still slightly out of breath. He leaned against the door and looked at Xia Xingcheng, and said with a straight face, "Are you crazy?"
Xia Xingcheng looked up at him, "Mr. Cai doesn't care about me, you just don't care about me."
Huang Jixin's expression was serious, almost fierce, "Mr. Cai doesn't care if you are because of the nearly 100 artists in the company, you haven't made a big hit yet, forget it! I care about you because I brought you out, if you It's abolished, so many years of hard work have also been abandoned!"
Xia Xingcheng bowed his back, and sat softly on the ground, "It's not that exaggerated, it won't happen."
Huang Jixin's breathing sounded heavy, as if tired or angry. He said, "Do you know why Yang Youming and Yuan Qian divorced?"
Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a moment, and he said in an unsure tone, "Didn't Yuan Qian cheat, so you insist on getting a divorce?"
Huang Jixin said: "I asked someone to ask Yuan Qian's friends. Strictly speaking, it wasn't Yuan Qian's derailment, but the reason they claimed was true, it was simply a personality incompatibility. Yuan Qian loves to play, and she has friends outside. There are too many, too many entertainments, and he likes to drink and like to be lively, but Yang Youming is quiet and calm, and he stays at home most of the time and doesn't go out much."
Xia Xingcheng looked at Huang Jixin and did not speak.
Huang Jixin continued: "After a long time, Yuan Qian felt that it was inappropriate and asked for a divorce." At this point, he paused before saying, "Perhaps Yuan Qian's mind is not necessarily loose, and many things may not be known to others. It's so clear. No matter what, it's just not appropriate."
Xia Xingcheng said softly, "So what? It's her own loss that she wants a divorce."
"So what?" Huang Jixin seemed to be so angry that he laughed, "It was Yang Youming that Yuan Qian pursued! What do you think is the difference between you and Yuan Qian? When your passion passes, you will feel the same as Yuan Qian. It's not suitable, Yang Youming is not suitable for her, nor is it suitable for you! You are just too deeply involved in the drama, wasting time for a relationship that shouldn't happen, and at the same time burying hidden dangers for your own career, you are almost enough! "
Xia Xingcheng's face sank. In fact, he rarely gets really angry about anything. Every time Huang Jixin yells at him in anger, he doesn't bother with Huang Jixin, and the two never really quarreled about anything.
This was the first time that Huang Jixin was really angry when he saw Xia Xingcheng.
So Huang Jixin didn't continue talking, he was just depressed and wished to beat Xia Xingcheng to make him sober, but he was worried that Xia Xingcheng was relying on his face to eat, and he couldn't do it.
Xia Xingcheng stood up from the ground, silently covered the suitcase, zipped it up, and then stood on the floor holding the suitcase. He said to Huang Jixin, "I'm leaving."
Huang Jixin's tone softened when he saw him pulling the box past him and going out, "Xingcheng, think again."
Xia Xingcheng didn't answer. He went all the way to the door of the room. When he opened the door, he said to Huang Jixin, "I'll send you the address on WeChat. If you have anything, please call me. If you have nothing to do, don't contact me."
Huang Jixin sighed. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at Xia Xingcheng's back helplessly.
Xia Xingcheng took the elevator to the underground parking lot, put the box in the trunk of the car, opened the door and got into the driver's seat. He didn't start the car for a long time, but sat quietly in the car alone, and his mood never calmed down.
He knew that Huang Jixin really cared about him, and also knew that Huang Jixin didn't lie about Yuan Qian and Yang Youming. In fact, he wasn't completely angry with Huang Jixin, but a kind of unreasonable depression that he didn't know how to resolve.
Too deep into the play.
These four words popped out of Xia Xingcheng's head again. If it is really just too deep into the drama, then his life will not only be this one drama, there will always be a day when the drama will appear. Really until that day, the relationship between Yu Haiyang and Fang Jianyuan will not continue to develop to him. Affected, can he calm down and examine his relationship
He reached out and took out the mobile phone in his pocket, clicked on the search software, and entered the names of Yang Youming and Yuan Qian. The signal in the underground parking lot is not good. Before the search page jumped, a car on the opposite suddenly turned on its headlights.
Xia Xingcheng looked up subconsciously, the phone hit the steering wheel, dropped his hand, and slid under the seat. He bent over to pick it up and didn't touch it for a while, so he gave up impatiently, started the car and drove out from the parking lot.
After dinner, Yang Youming went to wash the dishes, and Xia Xingcheng hung all his clothes in Yang Youming's cloakroom.
He hung the clothes on the hanger, and then inserted his own in the middle of the clothes hanging by Yang Youming.
When Yang Youming came over, he seemed indifferent, but he was very persistent in mixing his clothes with Yang Youming's.
"Aren't you too lazy to look for it when you want to get dressed?" Yang Youming asked him.
Xia Xingcheng replied, "No problem, I like to look for it."
Yang Youming came over, swept his fingers from the clothes rail, took off several pieces of clothes, and said to Xia Xingcheng, "Take off your clothes."
Xia Xingcheng looked at him inexplicably, but still obediently took off the clothes he had just hung up, and saw that Yang Youming had exchanged the hangers of these clothes, which happened to be the same color.
When Yang Youming helped him hang his clothes back, he said, "You can hang it as you like in the future, and I'm not afraid that you won't be able to find your clothes."
Xia Xingcheng stood beside him and looked at his profile and his gentle eyes, still feeling agitated, he thought he clearly liked Yang Youming so much, as long as he saw him, those doubts and unease seemed to be thrown aside.
He raised his hand and hugged Yang Youming.