027 Xie Yaoyao's looks and figure...
Huo Yanxi's tone was almost commanding, with an unyielding force that brooked no refusal.
Xie Yaoyao saw him roll up his sleeves, revealing his pale, muscular forearms.
"Mr. Huo, have you come here to be my repairman?"
The world's richest man works as her repairman; her status is enough to make a lot of people envious.
Huo Yanxi has handsome features, and looks a bit fierce when he's not smiling. He calmly looks at Xie Yaoyao and says, "Toolbox."
Xie Yaoyao turned around to find the toolbox, muttering, "You're the one who wanted to fix it, don't ask me for money later."
She can't afford the richest man's repairman!
Huo Yanxi heard her rambling on and on, but he didn't find it annoying at all.
Instead, it gave me the illusion that the desolate world had finally become lively.
The toolbox was hidden under the pile of toys. Xie Yaoyao bent down and moved the toy boxes one by one.
She was overweight, and when she bent over, her shirt dress accentuated her rounded waist.
This scene is by no means pleasing to the eye.
Huo Yanxi's gaze swept over them unintentionally, and he inexplicably felt his mouth go dry.
He loosened his tie and looked away.
He thought that he must have gone completely crazy after being a vegan for several years, otherwise why would he find a fat person pleasing to the eye?
Xie Yaoyao felt the two burning gazes behind her and quickened her pace in searching for the toolbox.
She didn't know why Huo Yanxi was here.
But she knew they were from two different worlds, and Huo Yanxi shouldn't be here.
"Found it."
Xie Yaoyao carried a yellow toolbox over, placed it on the coffee table, and opened it.
It contains all the necessary tools.
Huo Yanxi flipped the two-seater sofa over. Having not repaired anything for five years, he was a bit rusty and flipped the sofa rather clumsily. The other leg of the rickety sofa had also finally given out.
Xie Yaoyao: "..."
Huo Yanxi: "..."
The two looked at each other in silence.
Huo Yanxi coughed lightly, "There's still a chance to save him."
Xie Yaoyao resisted the urge to rub her forehead. "It's okay. The house is damp, and furniture is prone to damage when it gets damp."
She didn't know if she was saying these words to comfort Huo Yanxi or to comfort herself.
After all, the house isn't hers, and the sofa isn't hers either. When she moves out, the landlord will definitely make her pay compensation.
well!
Life is tough, I can only sigh.
Huo Yanxi took a pair of pliers out of his toolbox. "I told you I could fix it, don't you believe me?"
Xie Yaoyao has given up on resuscitation.
"I believe you, I believe you. If Mr. Huo says it can be fixed, then it definitely can be fixed."
Sensing the perfunctory tone in her voice, Huo Yanxi felt a tightness in his chest for a few seconds before lowering his head to begin repairing the sofa legs.
The room was indeed very damp and stuffy.
Even with the air conditioning on, the room wasn't as cool as the temperature at No. 22 Taipingshan.
Huo Yanxi was soon covered in sweat, his black shirt clinging tightly to his body, outlining his strong and slender waist.
Like a fully drawn bow, full of sexual tension.
Xie Yaoyao went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of sweet rice wine with eggs. This was a dessert that her grandmother used to make when entertaining guests in Shenzhen.
She loves drinking sweet soup, which has an egg flavor and is very sweet.
She placed the sweet soup on the coffee table and saw that Huo Yanxi had already repaired one leg and was repairing the other.
His forehead was covered in sweat, and the few strands of hair that had been hanging down in front of his forehead were swept back with his large hand, revealing a smooth and full forehead.
Wow, she's so beautiful!
Xie Yaoyao had reason to suspect that Huo Yanxi was exuding his masculine charm.
"Mr. Huo, I've made a bowl of sweet soup. Would you like to try it if you don't mind?"
Huo Yanxi hasn't eaten anything since last night, except for a bowl of noodles and a plate of egg pancakes.
He came to the old tenement building on purpose, not just to stroll around.
Smelling the aroma of fermented rice wine with eggs, he looked down and saw three poached eggs in a clean bowl, topped with goji berries and dates. The presentation was ordinary, but it whetted his appetite.
He quickly fixed the remaining leg, flipped the sofa over, and sat down to try it out.
The sofa stopped shaking.
He put the tools back in the toolbox with satisfaction and asked Xie Yaoyao, "Teacher Xie, where can I wash my hands?"
The room was so cramped that it felt like if they turned around, they would bump into each other.
Xie Yaoyao quickly said, "There's a sink in the kitchen, go wash over there."
Her gaze fell on the man's long, slender fingers.
Those were a pair of very slender hands, and even with dirt on them, they were still incredibly beautiful.
Huo Yanxi went to the kitchen to wash his hands.
The kitchen is even smaller, just big enough for one person to move around in, and the aroma of rice wafts through the air.
Huo Yanxi's stomach couldn't help but rumble.
He's hungry!
After washing his hands and going outside, he took two tissues to dry them, then picked up the bowl of sugar water and took a sip.
Delicious!
Huo Yanxi's eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at Xie Yaoyao.
If the egg pancake was just a coincidence, what about this bowl of sweet soup?
Why does it taste exactly the same as he remembers?
"Teacher Xie, I heard you're from Shenzhen?"
Xie Yaoyao's relaxed expression suddenly hardened, and she said calmly, "Yes, I'm from Shenzhen. What's wrong with that?"
She didn't understand why Huo Yanxi suddenly asked her this. Did he have some doubts about her identity?
That shouldn't be happening!
Seeing her open and honest expression, Huo Yanxi suddenly thought of the investigation report from that afternoon, and then looked at Xie Yaoyao's appearance and figure...
She doesn't resemble Chi Xiaoman at all!
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's nothing, it's just that the taste of this sweet soup reminds me of someone I used to know."
This wasn't the first time Xie Yaoyao had heard him mention this old friend, so she asked curiously, "An old flame?"
"no."
Huo Yanxi was clever from a young age. He knew that his parents did not like him, so he tried his best to act well-behaved and win their favor.
But when he was three years old, he caught his mother trying to elope with someone, causing a commotion that led to his father catching his mother and the man.
At that time, his thoughts were simple: he didn't want to lose his mother, and he didn't want to be without a home.
Little did he know that the man would jump from the top floor of the villa.
He proved his unwavering love for his mother by dying.
His mother hated him so much that she asked a wandering monk to determine his fate as ominous and destined to bring misfortune to his family. In the end, she abandoned him.
When he was seven years old, lying in a pool of blood on the verge of death, a girl descended from the sky and saved him, taking him home and giving him a home.
She treated him like family, but as they spent more time together, he developed lewd thoughts about her.
The boathouses in the small fishing village are as cramped as this coffin room.
She slept on the bed, while he slept on a makeshift bed on the floor.
No one knows when he finally understands the situation and realizes the cause of the restlessness in his body.
Countless nights, he lay by her bedside, quietly watching her sleeping face, his eyes defiling her every inch.
During the day, he acted aloof and ascetic, not daring to let anyone know that he had such feelings for her.
He was afraid that if she found out, she would run far away.
So even after marriage, he restrained himself and did not indulge in romantic affairs.
He thought they would be together forever, but in the end, she still didn't want him.
When Xie Yaoyao heard his denial, she felt as bitter as if she had swallowed a bitter pill.
How ridiculous!
In his heart, she wasn't even a former love.
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