Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

Lin Shuyang asked funnyly: "You can run into my house by yourself, and you still need me to take you in?"

Rong Xianyi let go of his arm, pointed at the left side of his heart with his finger, and said with a faint look in his eyes: "When I say take in, I mean here."

Lin Shuyang had a cold face, slapped the finger away, and asked another question: "Did you see anything outside the community just now?"

Rong Xianyi was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Well, I saw you and the policeman named Pei Xin were very close."

Lin Shuyang then thought, since Rong Xianyi happened to appear at the door of the hospital when Pei Xin chased him last time, he must have also seen Pei Xin's face that was exactly the same as Qiu Si's.

With Rong Xianyi's character, he will definitely investigate people clearly.

He turned around and took out slippers from the shoe cabinet, and while changing his shoes, he said: "Now that you have seen it, let me tell you the truth. Not long ago, Pei Xin came to see me. He confessed to me, and I felt a little guilty for him. I agreed to be with him, so it’s already too late for you to show up now.”

After he changed his shoes, there was no sound behind him.

how? Didn't you have any reaction to his words?

He turned to look over, and Rong Xianyi just sighed softly, "Every time you make something up, your eyes will move very fast."

"...What if what I said is true?" Lin Shuyang frowned, unwilling to admit that he was making it up so quickly.

Rong Xianyi's emotions had calmed down at this time, and he could already analyze what he wanted to express from Lin Shuyang's words. Similarly, he could also analyze Lin Shuyang's current psychology.

He looked at Lin Shuyang with sincere eyes, but his voice was still hoarse and a little abnormal, "I'm sorry, I should have appeared earlier and told you my existence earlier. I have made you worry these past few days. Can you forgive me for once?"

The coldness on Lin Shuyang's face was a bit unbearable. Yes, what he wanted was this kind of apology. What he wanted was for Rong Xianyi to realize where his mistakes were.

What he wants is that simple.

Rong Xianyi used the five-color stone to send him back to protect him, even though the decision was too arbitrary, and even though he really felt hatred for Rong Xianyi in the warehouse at that time.

But everything seemed so insignificant compared to never seeing this person again.

He had no reason to hate this person, and he didn't want to waste time on such hurtful emotions.

Only he knew that the moment he saw Rong Xianyi again, the ecstasy in his heart almost swallowed him whole.

However, he was still a little angry because he had been having a bad time these past few days.

The endless speculation is the most tormenting, but Rong Xianyi has been hiding in the dark, letting people deliver food to him, paying attention to everything about him, but just doesn't appear in front of him.

How could he not be angry?

So all he wants is an apology.

"I know I was wrong, so, can you accept my apology?"

Seeing that Lin Shuyang didn't speak, Rong Xianyi asked again.

Lin Shuyang raised his chin, not wanting to let Rong Xianyi go so soon: "I'll think about it." After saying that, he walked to the sofa again in his slippers. When he saw Rong Xianyi following him, he glanced towards the kitchen. Chou said, "What, I'm hungry and I didn't eat dinner."

Rong Xianyi's eyes lit up and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Okay, I'll do whatever you want to eat."

Lin Shuyang glanced at the time. It was almost nine o'clock, and his stomach began to growl. "Just make some noodles or something. I want to be able to eat them as soon as possible."

"Okay." Rong Xianyi responded and took out his mobile phone.

Lin Shuyang frowned: "What are you doing? I want to eat what you cook, not takeout."

"I know, there are no dishes in the refrigerator. I'll ask someone to send some ingredients over." Rong Xianyi explained patiently.

"...Oh." Lin Shuyang sat on the sofa and stopped talking.

After Rong Xianyi sent the message, he sat next to Lin Shuyang and looked over with soft eyes. Suddenly, he raised his hand and touched Lin Shuyang's chin, "Let me help you shave."

Lin Shuyang was stunned. He had only shaved once in the past few days, and now he probably had green stubble.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Rong Xianyi added: "It's a bit prickly."

Lin Shuyang cursed: I'll stab you to death.

However, he did not refuse and allowed Rong Xianyi to move the razor up and down his chin.

Rong Xianyi's movements were very light, and the buzzing sound of the razor under Rong Xianyi's hands was like some kind of lullaby. Listening to it made people feel the peaceful atmosphere of time, which was especially suitable for sleeping.

If he hadn't been sitting down, Lin Shuyang would have really fallen asleep. After all, he hadn't had a good night's sleep in the past few days.

By the time Rong Xianyi had made his chin clean and smooth, the ingredients had just arrived.

"You watch some TV, I'll be fine soon."

Rong Xianyi carried the bag to the kitchen. Lin Shuyang followed him with his eyes and saw Rong Xianyi rolling up his sleeves and looking very skillful in handling the ingredients.

In less than twenty minutes, Rong Xianyi placed two steaming bowls of noodles on the dining table.

"Time is a bit tight, so I only made seafood noodles. You can make do with it for now, and I will make something else for you tomorrow."

Lin Shuyang took a look at the seafood noodles in front of him and thought they looked pretty good. He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite, and his heart moved slightly, "You didn't make all those takeaways yourself, right?"

Because the taste is so similar.

"Well, I did it." Rong Xianyi smiled softly, lowered his head and started to eat the noodles.

After eating, Rong Xianyi took the bowl away, took it to the kitchen, cleaned it and returned it to its place.

Lin Shuyang rubbed his belly and sat on the sofa. Looking at Rong Xianyi's busy back, he suddenly felt that Rong Xianyi was a little different from what he remembered.

He has become more mature, and there is a calmness in everything he does and says, especially his voice, which has always been deep and hoarse.

Such a voice is not pleasant, but when it comes from Rong Xianyi's mouth, it has a different kind of alluring charm.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, Rong Xianyi put the other ingredients in the bag into the refrigerator, looked sideways and said, "You can go take a shower first, I will clean up here soon."

He walked over, leaned against the kitchen door frame, folded his hands and asked, "What about after cleaning up?"

Rong Xianyi smiled softly: "I will collect the clothes on the balcony later. If you are sleepy, just go to bed and don't worry about me."

At that moment, Lin Shuyang had a thought in his mind: Rong Xianyi's appearance as a housewife and man was so damn charming.

After he came out of the shower, he saw Rong Xianyi on the balcony. There was a pile of clean clothes neatly stacked on the sofa. It was obvious that they were all made by Rong Xianyi.

He casually wiped his wet hair twice with a towel, and then sat down on the sofa.

By chance, Rong Xianyi had finished packing the clothes in his hands and looked over at him.

He stretched out his index finger and hooked it lightly: "I think we need to have a good talk."