After being seized by the pillow man

It's lunch break now, usually Yin Yansheng would deal with work matters, but today he is not willing to do that.

He was pillowed on Xi Han's lap, and at that moment his mood was like boiling water falling into a frying pan, but now he miraculously calmed down.

Yin Yansheng changed from lying on his back to lying on his side, and raised his hand to cover his eyes, as if he could hide all his thoughts in this way, only his low voice was heard: "So that's what you said."

The palm was still a little wet, and it was sticky and greasy to the touch between the fingers, Yin Yansheng breathed a little more lightly: "Can you say something else?"

Xi Han leaned over and kissed him, but didn't speak again.

A sense of boredom suddenly rose in Yin Yansheng's heart, like a flame burning his heart, every time he wanted to form a prairie fire, he was extinguished by Xi Han, leaving only the smoke rising from the ashes, quietly Wait for next time.

He closed his eyes, and got up from Xi Han's lap after a while: "I'm not going to sleep." After saying that, he straightened his clothes and walked out by himself.

There was only one person left in the lounge, Xi Han looked down at the ring on his right hand, and curled his fingers to caress it slowly.

If it is said that people pay attention to fate when they are together, he and Yin Yansheng have three points of fate, and the remaining seven points are artificial.

The afternoon passed quickly, and Xi Han sat on the sofa after leaving the lounge, occasionally handing Yin Yansheng some water and fruit.

After Yin Yansheng turned off the computer and looked at the person next to him, Xi Han had been staying here the whole time. This gentleman was used to it, and even if he wasted an entire afternoon here, he was not at all impatient. Now that he was done with work, he just asked: "Now Are you going home?"

"Go back." He said.

Yin Yansheng's black BMW parked quietly in the underground garage, and Yin Yansheng walked straight to the driver's cab, with Xi Han sitting beside him.

Fasten your seat belt, the car is already on.

Looking at it from Xi Han's angle, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Yin Yansheng's face from the side. He looked focused, and the car started smoothly in the rolling traffic, just like many people nowadays, independent and tenacious.

Xi Han rubbed the leather seat cover on the seat. Actually, he seldom sat in this seat. It used to be the back seat. After meeting Yin Yansheng, this seat became Yin Yansheng's exclusive seat. Now he sits here.

Xi Han has a lingering sense of strangeness in his heart, like a sapling that is short and tender, and when it sways in the wind, it makes people worry about whether it will grow up or not, so he has a desire for protection and exclusiveness in his heart. , I went to water it every day, and suddenly one day I found that the sapling had grown into a towering tree, and its roots spread firmly to the ground, and then the little water he watered became dispensable.

Xi Han fumbled for the cigarette in his pocket, glanced at the person beside him, paused for a moment between his fingers, then only took out the lighter, exerted a little force with his thumb, and a crisp sound came out.

Dupont lighters are expensive to make, but its owner has no intention of cherishing them, and just puts them in his hand to listen to the sound.

The company is not far from home, and it doesn't take long to arrive.

Yin Yansheng parked the car, and then walked around to the co-pilot to open the door for Xi Han. He put his palm on the top of Xi Han's head, protecting Xi Han from possible injuries, even though he learned this action from Xi Han. of.

When the two arrived home, Yin Yansheng changed his clothes and said, "I'll make whatever you want to eat." The food was delivered today, and the refrigerator was full.

Nothing too craving.

"You can do whatever you want," Xi Han said.

When Yin Yansheng was cooking, Xi Han was on the side. He didn't know how to cook, but he had a wink, and occasionally peeled garlic and washed vegetables. The two of them cooperated quite well.

Put the peeled garlic on the chopping board, Yin Yansheng patted it with a flat knife, and removed the glowing kitchen knife with a soft sound, and the round garlic turned into scum.

Xi Han leaned his back against the edge of the table and took all his movements into his eyes. Inexplicably, he felt that this movement was full of arrogance and chill. He moved his fingers: "Do you need to peel some more?"

"Need not".Yin Yansheng picked it up with a kitchen knife and threw it into the pot. The hot oil in the pot made a crackling sound, probably because of the high temperature of the oil, a hot flame burst out from the bottom of the pot.

Xi Han has never seen such a posture before, he subconsciously pulled people away, Yin Yansheng was led by him vigorously for two steps, and then he shook off Xi Han forcefully: "What are you doing? My food is going to be burnt."

Xi Han's voice was very deep: "You didn't see the fire—" He looked into the pot, but saw that the fire had been quietly extinguished just now, and the minced garlic at the bottom of the pot was safely immersed in the oil. Li, silently watching this farce.

……

Yin Yansheng walked over and turned it over twice. Fortunately, the bottom of the pot was thick enough, and the minced garlic showed a golden yellow color. He intentionally watched Xi Han's reaction.

Xi Han stared at the pot silently.

He originally had a cold appearance, with a straight bridge of nose and sharp browbones, but his eyes were deep and far away, and he looked passionate when he was watching something.

Now that pair of affectionate eyes are staring at the pot, Yin Yansheng deliberately throws the sliced ​​lettuce into the pot in front of him, and with a sound of stinging, he sees Xi Han blinking his eyes twice quickly, his upper body moving slightly. retreated a small arc.

Yin Yansheng wiped his hands extremely calmly, and said to Xi Han, "You go out first."

After catching a glimpse of Xi Han going out, he hooked his lips slightly. Yin Yansheng seldom smiles normally, but now there is a thin layer of joy on the corners of his eyes and brows when he smiles. A layer of warm sun melted the coldness around him.

Gee.

Even hot oil can be scary.

What a jiaojiao.

Xi Jiaojiao.

After the dinner was ready, the two of them sat at the dining table. A black box was placed in front of Xi Han. Seeing Yin Yansheng's eyes fell on it, Xi Han pointed his finger: "Open it and have a look, it's a gift for you."

His fingers were long and slender, and the contrast formed by the white fingers touching the black box became more and more vivid, like a work of art.

Yin Yansheng was not too surprised, he had received countless gifts over the years, before they got married, the two got together less often, and every time they met they would be in the hotel, basically every time Xi Han would bring gifts.

Opening the box, a Klein blue fountain pen greets the eyes. The beautiful and transparent color stays silently in the black velvet. There is no jewel decoration on the body of the pen, but it has a kind of silent luxury.

Yin Yansheng's thoughts moved slightly, he looked up at the person with folded hands: "Is this expensive?"

Xi Han was very indifferent: "About ten thousand."

Yin Yansheng breathed a sigh of relief, he could accept the price.

His family's conditions are not good, and he used to live in poverty. Even though the poverty has gone away from him, he still feels that spending too much money on gifts is a luxury.

This gift is very suitable for him.

After a meal, Yin Yansheng went to the study to try out his new pen, while Xi Han stayed here to clean up the mess, the two of them always did this, one cooks and the other washes the dishes.

Yin Yansheng was sitting in the study. He sucked up a tube of blue ink, held the pen with his finger and swiped, leaving a scratch on the white paper.

Now all are electronic offices, but good handwriting is equally important. Yin Yan's voice is like a person, the font is thin and vigorous, and the strokes of the strokes are full of pride.

Write the names of two people on the A4 paper, the five words 'Yin Yansheng Xi Han' are put together, and only these words are left on the huge white paper. You can tell that the two people are very related. Yin Yansheng took a look. Yes, I drew another heart to circle the two names together.

This action is actually quite naive, like something only a junior high school student would do, but Yin Yansheng couldn't help but draw another little heart, and the hooked lips showed that he was in a great mood.

After a while, with a little force on his hands, he put the paper on which his heart was written into the shredder.

Some people's three-point affection can show an eight-point posture, and on the field of human affection, they are afraid that people will see half of their thoughts, and they can't wait to hide it tightly and cover it tightly, as if this can give them a little more confidence.

When Yin Yansheng went out, Xi Han was sitting on the sofa watching TV, his slender legs crossed together, and there was a plate of cut fruit in front of him, he walked over and sat beside him, and a small tomato was handed to his lips.

Yin Yansheng opened his mouth, and turned his gaze to the TV naturally. It was an urban workplace drama, and it was a story about the promotion of a leading heroine that has been popular in recent years. Unlike ordinary TV dramas, there is almost no emotional drama in this drama, and the focus is on the workplace The struggle and the growth of women, the heroine has stepped from a rookie who has just entered the workplace to the position of director, heroic and self-reliant.

The small tomatoes in his mouth were sour and sweet, and he took another one into his mouth: "This drama is performed by Du Shidan, and it has been three years."

Mostly because of the classics, it has been released in turn in recent years.

Xi Han put his arms around Yin Yansheng's waist, and he leaned back, leaning against him with Yin Yansheng: "It's a drama that I acted in in the fourth year of marriage."

Yin Yansheng was a little surprised, and turned to look at Xi Han, but he didn't expect that this person was still chasing stars.

Xi Han's posture is very leisurely, his waist in the crook of his arms is thin and powerful, he flicked twice, his fingertips were warm and warm, as if he was playing on a piano.

We've been together for five years, some things are naturally familiar, Yin Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, but he reached out and pulled away the arm caressing his waist: "I haven't taken a shower yet."

A chuckle came from next to his ear, the sound was crisp and numb, Xi Han slowly approached and tilted his head to sniff the kiss, during which all his delicate breaths were revealed on the side of his white jade neck: "It smells very fragrant."

He was like a leopard, his eyes had firmly fixed on tonight's big meal, and then he approached slowly, just waiting to take a bite at any time.

Yin Yansheng looked away uncomfortably, and the atmosphere became unreasonably charming. Those ambiguous feelings grew silently, and then slowly turned into vines, entangled him silently.

He closed his eyes, then pushed the person away with a little force on his hands.

Xi Han leaned back obediently, and the two opened up a distance.

Yin Yansheng understands Xi Han, he has always been like this, he is extremely gentleman and respectful in certain things, as long as he shows a little reluctance, Xi Han will not force him in the slightest.

Just like now, it is clear that Xi Han has already reacted, but he still obeys, retreats calmly, and feeds him another fruit.

Yin Yansheng was not unwilling, he just felt that his body smelled of oil.

When a plate of fruit fell into his belly, an episode of the TV series just ended.

Xi Han got up and went to the bathroom, and when he came out, he had already gone to the bedroom. Yin Yansheng almost entered the bathroom step by step, and when he came out, he was covered in moisture.

The sofa in the bedroom is facing the door, and sitting here can take in all the scenes. Seeing Yin Yansheng coming in, Xi Han pointed to another sofa for him to sit there.

Yin Yansheng's hair was still dripping with water, and it was so wet that he stroked it on his forehead. He turned on the hair dryer to blow Yin Yansheng's hair, and ran his palm through the hair. After a while, Yin Yansheng shook his head: "It's ready .”

The palms were inserted between the ends of the hair, and there was only a little bit of wetness left in the black hair in the palms. Yin Yansheng looked so cold and unruly, his hair was soft and smooth, like satin to the touch.

Xi Han's palm slid all the way down, passing between his fingers inch by inch, and stopped at the position two fingers behind Yin Yansheng's left ear, where there was a small mole, bright red in color.

Yin Yansheng's skin was cold and pale, and even the color on his lips was lighter than ordinary people's. This mole behind his ear seemed to have absorbed half of the color of his whole body.Just like the bright red sun on the crystal snow-capped mountains, it is so delicate.

Xi Han rubbed his fingertips on a small piece of skin behind his ears, his eyes darkened slightly.

But it's also... very tempting.

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Yin Yansheng: Xi Jiaojiao.

Xi Han: ...? ?