Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

The efficiency of the government is frighteningly high. When the snow stops here, personnel are dispatched to clean the roads and resume commuting as much as possible.

Although it is a bit cruel for Ying Huan to resume commuting before recovering from illness, Xin Tang is grateful for this high efficiency.

It's Ying Huan's birthday in four days. There are too many things in these few days. He didn't have time to learn how to make cakes. So far, he can make an ugly cake.

In the next few days, he plans to be a good person and try to make a beautiful birthday cake alone.

On the day Ying Huan resumed work, Aunt Huang could continue to make lunch.

The communication between Aunt Huang and Xin Tang is almost zero, but there is one thing to say, and when it comes to making cakes, Aunt Huang's constructive opinions are still very important to Xin Tang.

It's not that unpleasant things haven't happened.

It was two days before Ying Huan's birthday, and it was the first time that Xin Tang made a cake that looked good, and he was in a good mood.

Just at this time, Aunt Huang came in with two bags of things. Xin Tang poked his head out from the kitchen, but just asked if he could help.

The wooden photo frame was smashed on the carpet at the door, but it was not damaged, but it revealed the black and red blood behind it.

Aunt Huang hurriedly put things on the ground, as if she wanted to hang the dropped photos on the wall, and this is the weirdest part of the matter:

Xin Tang only saw Aunt Huang hanging up the photos, but her hand was always empty—she didn't pick up the photos on the ground.

After doing this series of weird movements, Aunt Huang suddenly froze in place, looking at Xintang helplessly, "Xiao, Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry, I accidentally knocked down the photo."

Xin Tang's face was full of question marks: "If you knock it down, you hang it back?"

"Sir, this is your photo..."

Xin Tang was even more puzzled: "I know."

Aunt Huang was so nervous that she rubbed the corner of her clothes, hesitated for a long time, and then replied hesitantly: "Mr. doesn't like me touching your photo."

That appearance, no matter how you look at it, seems to have made an excuse temporarily.

But Xin Tang remembered that Ying Huan did say such nonsense as "I don't like other people entering my private domain" and "You are also my private domain".

Xin Tang reluctantly accepted this statement, but he was still worried about Aunt Huang's behavior of picking up air and hanging it on the wall just now. While looking at Aunt Huang suspiciously, she picked up the photo on the ground and hung it back on the wall.

He noticed that Aunt Huang had been looking at his hand during this process, her gaze was so complicated that he couldn't understand it.

Xin Tang pretended to be unintentional and asked, "Aren't you curious about how these bloodstains came from?"

"Wh-how did you come here?" Aunt Huang's tone was obviously nervous.

"I had a fight with Ying Huan."

"Why did you fight with your husband?" After finishing speaking, Aunt Huang seemed to realize that her tone was too urgent, and added dryly, "You and your husband have always had a good relationship."

"No matter how good the relationship is, if you stop her from going out, can you stop fighting?"

"If you have something to say, you can talk about it... fighting is very hurtful."

Aunt Huang was not at all puzzled by the fact that she was not allowed to go out, and Xin Tang really couldn't do it no matter what she thought.

Perhaps it was because Xin Tang's thinking gaze was too conspicuous, Aunt Huang's expression suddenly became embarrassing, she opened her mouth, but said nothing.

Xin Tang knew that it would be difficult to ask any more questions now, so he shrugged his shoulders and retracted his cliché, casually smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, he can't beat me anyway, the blood on the wall belongs to him."

Aunt Huang was hesitant, as if hesitating to speak.

Xin Tang didn't bother to watch how she struggled with herself, so she turned and went back to the kitchen.

It wasn't until then that Aunt Huang whispered, "Emotionally, you either win a fight or you really win."

Xin Tang snorted softly, thinking of a lot of reasoning, why not tell him all the things that are holding back.

In the evening, Xin Tang shared this incident with Ying Huan.

Ying Huan nodded after listening: "Good job."

"What did you do well?"

Ying Huan frowned, looking ascetic and elegant, but opened her mouth and said something inexplicable: "I didn't touch your photo."

"You really didn't let me touch it!" Xin Tang was amazed, "It's just a photo, what do you want?"

"It's just a photo? You're so cute, do you know how many people would look at your photo and hit you?"

"Could you please stop saying such nonsense?"

"I'm telling the truth."

In order to prove that what he said was true, Ying Huan stared into Xin Tang's eyes and said word by word: "I did."

Xin Tang: "..."

"But Aunt Huang is just an aunt who helps cook."

"Anyone can't help but like you."

It was hard for Xin Tang to say anything to refute. He felt his ears were burning, and he raised a small blanket to cover his head with a wail.

How can Ying Huan be so good at talking!

"It's not good for you!" After a while, Xin Tang poked his face out from under the blanket, and persuaded earnestly: "It's just a photo, they are all dead things, besides, even if there is no photo of me, there will always be a picture of me." Can someone see my face? Can you go one by one and ask them to forget my face?"

"Of course I can't ask them one by one." Ying Huan showed a slightly grim smile, "If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who caused the problem."

After a moment's pause, under Xin Tang's increasingly horrified eyes, Ying Huan suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed Xin Tang's chin, leaned over and asked, "I'll lock you at home so that no one can see you. OK, okay?"

Ying Huan's face suddenly magnified, so close that he couldn't focus his eyes, and couldn't tell whether the emotion in his eyes was serious or not.

While breathing, Xin Tang smelled a cold fragrance, faintly, and wanted to smell it carefully, but if he smelled it carefully, his throat would be stabbed by the cold again.

Xin Tang was pulled back to the morning when he just woke up from the hospital, the hairs on his back stood up, and he said in shock, "Well, you big-headed ghost!"

Before he finished speaking, he pushed Ying Huan away.

Ying Huan raised her head slowly, her brows and eyes were faint, and she couldn't see the slightest sense of oppression before.

"You're kidding, are you so afraid that I'll lock you up?"

"Brother!" Xin Tang called out anxiously, "Are you joking? Don't you know that you always have that serious expression? How can I tell that you are joking?!"

When most people are joking or intentionally scaring people, their expressions tend to be relaxed and teasing, sending a message that they don't need to be too serious.

However, Ying Huan is not like this. The message he conveys is that he is serious. Even if you think he might be joking, you will still be frightened.

Ying Huan tilted her head, her expression remained unchanged, but her words were perfunctory and consoling: "I'm really sorry, I scared Tangtang."

Xin Tang: "..." This stinking problem seems to be irreversible.

Could this be related to his schizoid personality disorder?Xin Tang could only admit defeat.

Early the next morning, the day before Ying Huan's birthday, Xin Tang got up early and made a cake.

Without any foreign aid, he made a cake that looked good and tasted good enough for Ying Huan's birthday.

Xin Tang was completely free now. He sorted out his dream town, studied Sokoban for a long time, and finally passed level 241 when the sky was getting dark.

Good luck today, got the correct order in just three tries.

Is this the legendary person who is refreshed on happy occasions?

Xin Tang stretched his waist and stood up. His eyes touched the photos on the wall, and he suddenly became interested.

Originally, I wanted to see if there were any secrets hidden behind the photos, but I have been busy making cakes for the past few days, so I almost forgot about it.

I just have time today, why not take a look.

The photos on the first floor are generally not big, the small ones are a few kilograms, but there are also tens of kilograms heavy. If you can find some secrets, it is not unbearable, but after taking down more than ten photos in a row, you can’t find any valuable information. Tang began to feel back pain, belatedly realized that what he did was actually meaningless.

Really, he is really stupid to do such a boring thing.

Don't even think about it, with Ying Huan's fine personality, even if there is a secret, it is impossible to just hide it behind the photo.

And when he said that he wanted to take down the photo to look at, Ying Huan didn't react at all, which also explained from the side that there was no so-called secret at all.

He's so silly, really.

Xin Tang hung the painting back to its original place, and slumped on the sofa to watch the video for a while, when Ying Huan came back.

After chatting casually, Ying Huan planned to go to the kitchen to finish cooking.

Xin Tang followed, but stopped by the door with his back to Ying Huan.

After waiting for a while, he pretended to ask casually, "Are you busy recently?"

"not busy."

"Is it possible to suddenly work overtime?"

"not sure."

"Ah? Is there no sign at all?"

Ying Huan paused slightly, "If you want to prepare a birthday surprise for me, no matter what the situation is, I will come back on time."

The words seemed to be very touching, but Xin Tang himself didn't feel touched at all, and was even a little confused.

"How did you guess it all at once?!"

"Baby, I thought you were afraid that I wouldn't be able to figure it out when you asked like that."

Ying Huan didn't mean to be sarcastic, and her tone was very serious.

But it was this seriousness that Xin Tang couldn't stop, he shouted in despair: "How could I let you guess it! The surprises are gone!"

"I'm not short of surprises." Ying Huan paused, then said in a vague way, "But I do have a wish."

"What wish?"

Xin Tang just asked casually, after all, he was poor and nothing, and his body was too weak to go out alone, so how could he have the ability to fulfill Ying Huan's wish.

But he forgot that Ying Huan would bring it up to him, and that must be something he could do.

Ying Huan said slowly: "I want to see you wearing my shirt. When I come back, bite the leash and hand it to me."

Xin Tang: "???"

Xin Tang: "!!!"

Xin Tang slammed the kitchen door behind him: "Go ahead and dream! Dreams have everything!"