When Xie Yang returned to the sanitarium, Qiu Xing was feeding the mother Qiu confused.
Xie Yang sat next to Qiu Xing and poured himself a glass of water.
Qiu Xing put down the glass to help Qiu Mother wipe her mouth and asked, "Where is he?"
"I was scolded, kicked, and drove away."
As soon as Qiu Xing stopped, Xie Yang looked sideways.
Xie Yang squinted: "Why, unbearable?"
Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang's expression and suddenly reached out and touched Xie Yang's eyes, saying: "Let me not be angry, how come you come back with anger. You don't like to do this kind of work, the previous clever run Where are you?"
The skin at the end of the eye was touched with warm fingers, and it felt like being loved and cherished.
Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing's tender and tender care hidden in his face with disgust and reprimand, and his heart was gradually dissipated by the anger that Feng Qinglin inspired.
The sugar jar is sprinkling sugar again.
He tilted his head and gently rubbed Qiu Xing's fingers with his face, and then sat down, probably repeating his conversation with Feng Qinglin, saying, "Although I don't like to do this kind of work, I don't even like to see you. Get angry at him."
Qiu Xing paused, looked at his fingers, and then looked at Xie Yang's face. He coughed down his head and retracted his hands into a fist. He said, "Why would he let me get angry? You did a good job. The true face of a woman can’t be understood, and it’s really time to educate him.”
"What is it?"
The two stopped and looked at Qiumu, only to find out when Qiumu came to clear again.
Qiu Xing immediately changed the subject and said, "It's nothing. Mom, it's time for dinner."
Qiu mother looked at Qiu Xing and Xie Yang again. Without asking much, she nodded and said, "Go to the restaurant."
While eating, Xie Yang still performed his duties seriously, but Qiu Xing did not take care of Xie Yang this time. He took the bowl and spoon in Xie Yang's hands and said, "Have a good meal." He also gave Xie Yang soup in turn , With dishes.
Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing and took up chopsticks to eat Qiu Xing's food.
After eating, Qiu said: "The room has been cleaned up for you, or the one where ADB comes to live every time, take a rest early." After calling to the nurse, he returned to the room first.
The restaurant was suddenly dead quiet.
Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing sideways and asked, "Auntie means... Let me live in a room with you?"
Qiu Xing switched calmly and calmly for a second, then replied: "It should be."
"Is this part of the obligation?"
"..." Qiu Xing tightened his hands on his side and didn't know where the courage came from. He nodded. "Fortunately, in Ma's eyes, we are husband-in-law. It is normal to sleep in a room. ."
Xie Yang nodded and said, "I understand. Where is the room? I want to take a shower."
Qiu Xing stopped strangely for a second before taking a step and said, "Come with me."
The small building is not big, just add a small loft on two floors. Qiu Mother and the carers who take care of Qiu Mother live on the first floor. The room where Qiu Xing usually comes to rest is on the second floor, next to the terrace. It is medium in size and has a private bathroom. The bed is 1.8 meters in size.
After Xie Yang entered the room, he found the baggage that Zhou Miao had sent in advance, and turned over his pajamas into the bathroom.
When he came out after the shower, Xie Yang found that Qiu Xingzheng was working seriously and was sitting on the double sofa in the room, sliding his phone, and asked, "How many quilts? I'm playing on the floor."
Qiu Xing immediately looked up at Xie Yang, frowning: "Playing on the ground?"
"Well, you are an employer, it is not easy to make you sleep on the ground."
"..." Qiu Xing put down his phone and held back for a while, said, "There is no quilt, and Mom will occasionally enter the room in the morning and call me to get up, if I see you sleeping on the floor..."
Xie Yang Zhiqu answered: "It seems that we can only sleep together."
Qiu Xing looked straight at Xie Yang, suddenly got up, strode over Xie Yang's head hard, and said, "You... you're honest!" Then he took his pajamas into the bathroom.
Who is not honest.
Xie Yang went to the bed and opened the quilt, leaned to the head of the bed, and took out his mobile phone.
There are messages from Qin Cheng and Hu Biao on WeChat, and both of them responded to what he ordered in the morning.He turned off WeChat and turned on Weibo instead.
When Weibo opened, a lot of news burst into it, almost squeezing the phone into the card machine.Xie Yang busy withdrew his Weibo account and replaced it with a trumpet to continue logging in.
This time the phone finally got stuck.
On the hot search, the topic of ## is still hanging, but the heat has dropped a lot. In its original position, ## is steadily hanging on the topic, followed by a burst word.
Xie Yang clicked into the topic and saw that his main account posted a new song trailer video Weibo with tens of thousands of likes and more than 20,000 comments on the top.
The response is so good?
Xie Yang accidentally clicked on the comment below and took a look.
Most of the comments are lamentable and expressing expectations. Among them, a few comments mentioning Mu Zhouyi attracted the attention of Yang Yang.
Pumpkin Sauce: I just heard Mu Zhouyi's rehearsal rehearsal, and came to listen to this again. What happened, I just got up, but why I suddenly got sleepy (not saying that this song is not good) [laughing crying]
Strawberry pudding: I also heard yawning straight. Am I poisonous?And whether the handsome guys and beauties now sing as standard, just after listening to Mu Zhouyi, and then listening to Jie Yang, jealousy makes me look completely different.
Xie Yang raised his eyebrows.
Sleepy?
Was it a coincidence, or... a guess came into his mind.
After knowing that Mu Zhouyi would sing at the New Year's Eve party, he specially re-recorded the new song "Paper-cutting" which was planned to be released in the New Year.When recording, he tried to run the ability to wrap the vocal cords, and wanted to test whether the singing of such songs would bring a little purification effect.
The result of the experiment is not too ideal. His current ability level is too low, and it is not a spirit. The final effect is only that the re-cut version of "Paper-cut" is more perfect than the previous version, and the sound has not changed. The singing voice has no purification effect.
After discovering that Mu Zhouyi's singing voice was posted on Weibo this morning, he asked Qincheng to send out a new song notice in advance, wanting to suppress the popularity of Mu Zhouyi's hot search.But from the current results, his prediction seems to be far more than suppressing the hot search of Mu Zhouyi.
After the golden finger effect is purified, people will feel drowsy.Someone said that in the comments, is it a new song that does not have any purification effect in his opinion, in fact, it is effective?Was his experiment successful?
If the song he sings when he wraps his vocal cords with his power can really purify the influence of Mu Zhouyi’s singing, does that mean that he tried out the reincarnation sang with the power vibration at the b city New Year’s Eve party Will it also have a purification effect?
Click.
The bathroom door was opened.
Xie Yang looked back and looked sideways.
Qiu Xing stepped out of the bathroom wearing a set of dark blue silk pajamas. After washing his hair, he blew half dry, and the bangs scattered a few strands, making his eyebrows gentler.After he came out, he didn't understand Yang, and went straight to the sofa to sit down, wiping his hair with a towel.
Xie Yang asked: "Why don't you blow dry your hair and come out?"
"The hair dryer is too noisy." Qiu Xing said that he threw away the towel, still not looking at Xie Yang, and picked up the cell phone. "I'm a little bit of business and I haven't finished my work. You go to bed and go to a video conference with He Jun." After waiting for Xie Yang to reply, he strode out of the room.
Actually ran away.
Xie Yang looked at the door for a while, took back his eyes and continued to brush his phone.
There is also news from Longshu You on WeChat. Longshu gave a mention of his new song and said it was very special, asking if he changed his singing.He responded briefly with a few sentences, then clicked on the full version of the new song stored in his phone and listened to it several times.
Still unable to hear a sense of purification.
Xie Yang frowned.
Is it because his own power flow is too large, so he can't sense too little purification?Or is it because the sense of purification in the song is too weak, and only some sensitive people can hear it?
He temporarily pressed this question and decided to find someone to try out speculation tomorrow.
The hour hand slowly turned around nine thirty, and then slowly turned ten o'clock. Qiu Xing never returned to his room.Xie Yang put down his phone, turned off and fell asleep.
At ten thirty, a slight door-opening sounded, and then someone walked in lightly.
Xie Yang lay calmly and seemed to be asleep.
Hearing the sound of Suo Suo, the lights in the room dimmed, and then the mattress sank, and someone lay down.
Xie Yang still didn't move.
After a few minutes, someone lying down moved.
After a slight rubbing sound, Xie Yang only felt an itchy eye, and then the skin there was gently touched.
A low hum that sounded smug and disgusting sounded overhead, then the mattress moved again, the quilt was ripped on, and the room was finally completely quiet.
After experiencing the end times, Xie Yang is not used to lying so close to another person, but if it is Qiu Xing... he turned over and faced Qiu Xing, opening his eyes slightly.
Someone who was lying on his back stiffened and stretched his body in a moment of fright.
Xie Yang smiled silently, closed his eyes, and let himself fall into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, Xie Yang was awakened by the movements in his hand. His fingers hooked reflexively, then he relaxed his fingers after realizing what he was doing and turned to lie on his back.
He was quiet for a while, then a slight friction sound came, and his relaxed hand fell on his side was grasped by another warm and wide hand that did not belong to him.
The night was too quiet, and Xie Yang seemed to hear a huge heartbeat from someone's guilty conscience.
Who is the mouse?
When Xie Yang woke up the next day, there was nothing unexpectedly found that Qiu Xing was still asleep, and was still holding his hand.
He drew his hand.
Qiu Xing opened his eyes and instinctively grabbed Xie Yang's hand away. He immediately sobered up after Xie Yang's gaze, and then released Xie Yang's hand again, sat up and hung his cold face, the wicked first The complaint: "Some people are really sleeping badly and fumble around all night."
"..."
Xie Yang lifted the quilt to cover Qiu Xing, and kicked Qiu Xing's leg on purpose when he got out of bed.
...
At breakfast, Xie Yang did not take care of Qiu Xing, and refused Qiu Xing's care, and gave Qiu Xing's milk to the nurse.
Qiu mother looked at the expressionless expression of Yang, and then looked at Qiu Xing with a stretched face, and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Xie Yang first responded: "Well, there are mice in the room, don't sleep at night and nibble my hands."
Qiu Xing's expression changed, and he used rebuke to conceal his guilty conscience, saying: "Nonsense, how could there be old---"
Snapped.
Xie Yang put down his chopsticks and smiled at Qiu Mother: "Auntie, I've eaten well, and the room is a little stuffy. I'll go around." When he had finished speaking, he left and took Qiu Xing as the air.
"..."
Qiu mother watched Qiu Xing and asked, "Are you a mouse in the middle of the night?"
Qiu Xing's face opened a dyeing tank, his expression changed, and finally he dropped a sentence: "Nonsense!" He also got up and left.