Chapter 32

Some things can be hidden from outsiders, but not from insiders.

Fang Xihua's resources suddenly became good. From a supporting role that no one can remember, he became a protagonist and became famous overnight with a movie. There are traces behind it.

The man stood there quietly, with his right hand on the young man's shoulder, holding the young man in his arms with a protective attitude. His

chestnut eyes, under the flowing white light, were infinitely close to amber.

In a trance, there was a mechanical coldness.

Fang Xihua has always bullied the weak and feared the strong. He dared to snatch Xia Yan's resources because he relied on the fact that he didn't care and would not complain behind his back. But facing Tu Xi... he was scared.

He curled up timidly, and dared to look at Xia Yan alone: ​​"Brother Xia..."

"..."

Xia Yan didn't want to say a word to him. He opened the door casually and walked into the living room. His back was lazy and casual. When he closed the door, he casually swept through the corridor. When he saw Fang Xihua, it was like seeing a stone or a speck of dust, which did not make a ripple.

Complete disregard is more hurtful than disgust.

Fang Xihua stood there, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

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"Ding——"

The water dispenser made a slight sound, and Xia Yan brought two glasses of water and handed them to the two equally outstanding men on the sofa.

Zhao Wenxu enjoyed the service for the first time and was flattered: "Thank you."

Tu Xi had been here several times before. She took the cup of water naturally and took a sip. The just-right warm water slid down her throat into her stomach.

"Excuse me."

The black and white cat-shaped couple cup was simple, clean and cute.

The two looked at each other and felt a little nauseous. They looked at the young man at the same time, only to see that the young man was holding the most ordinary transparent cup of water. His lips were crystal red from the hot air and the tip of his tongue was faintly visible.

"..."

"..."

Xia Yan looked away as if nothing had happened, avoiding their gaze.

This... was it an accident?

Zhao Wenxu guessed, and the white cat water cup in his hand was hard to swallow. He put the cup on the tea table, silent and didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side, and under his eyelids, the back of the hand hit the wall of the cup hard.

"Crack."

The white cat fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Zhao Wenxu's body stuttered, and he raised his head inch by inch, looking at Tu Xi beside him.

Tu Xi was not afraid at all, and looked at him with a smile, his eyes were clear, and he drank a sip of warm water with satisfaction: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

Zhao Wenxu dared to swear that he must have done it on purpose.

The man stroked the cat's tail in the black water cup, his technique was delicate and gentle, and his voice was inaudible: "Beautiful cat, only one person can have it."

"..."

Tu Xi stood up from the sofa, his posture was elegant and decent, and he looked like a hero: "The fragments can easily cut your hands, Yanyan, where is the dustpan, I'll clean it up."

"Don't bother you, it's my cup, I'll clean it up myself." Zhao Wenxu stood up expressionlessly.

"You are a guest, so I'll do it."

"...Just a boyfriend." Zhao Wenxu thought of the variety show, Xia Yan didn't seem to care much about Tu Xi..., so he might not have no chance of winning.

Tu Xi narrowed his eyes and said silently: "He will be mine."

...

Xia Yan just avoided the line of sight and didn't see the undercurrent between the two.

A trace of bewilderment crossed his face. He didn't understand why there was any dispute over housework.

The young man said uncertainly, "It seems to be on the balcony."

The house he lived in had a sweeper for daily dust removal. The hourly worker came every three days to do a major sweep. Occasionally, Wang Dazhuang would come to the house and tidy up the place. He rarely did it himself.

"Okay."

Tu Xi walked to the balcony quickly, picked up the tools and swept the floor. It can be seen that he rarely does housework. Water stains flowed, leaving gray marks on the ground.

But the man did it very seriously, and even the little glass slag in the gaps was swept clean.

After sweeping, he turned on the sweeping robot and watched the round little man start to act according to the process.

When Tu Xi is serious, his smile is less hypocritical and more genuinely cute, like a child who has come into contact with a new world.

It reminds Xia Yan of himself after he went bankrupt in his previous life. It

was the first time for him to learn to fold the quilt, mop the floor, cook and wash dishes... He was so busy that it took him a long time to adapt. After transferring to a regular school, his classmates seemed to be very tolerant of him.

The private school he attended before had expensive tuition fees, and the teachers could not let a group of young masters and young ladies clean the classroom, so they hired cleaners for all of them.

But it is different in national schools, everyone needs to take turns cleaning the classroom.

Xia Yan was sweeping the floor for the first time. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to start. He could only follow others and work slowly. The students on duty at the same time not only didn't find him troublesome, but also took the initiative to help him.

However, he was in a state of paranoia at that time, refusing to contact the outside world, so he missed many people and things.

...

Tu Xi noticed that the young man's eyes softened, and he whispered: "Yan Yan."

"Huh?"

"If you live here, any cat or dog can come to your door. I'm worried about you." Tu Xi struck while the iron was hot and wanted to go a step further, "Why don't you live with me? It's a single-family villa with high safety performance."

Zhao Wenxu blurted out: "No!"

Xia Yan: "!!!" Help! Why does the protagonist always want to live with him? According to the original owner's romantic personality, he couldn't refuse directly.

Fortunately, there was a third person on the scene who saved him from trouble.

He had thought before that he would not speak up and let the protagonist and the bottom have a good chat to enhance their relationship. Now seeing the protagonist's anxious look...

the young man blinked, there is hope!

From the beginning to the end, Xia Yan never felt that Zhao Wenxu liked him. Even in the bar, he rushed to go home with him, probably for Zhao Wenhan.

Helping him clarify things is even simpler.

He had flirted with "A Er" in the "Heartbeat" live broadcast. Netizens could even find out his ambiguous object half a year ago. It was only a matter of time before they found out Zhao Wenhan.

Instead of waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative.

Xia Yan lowered his eyes, and when he raised his head again, he looked irritable: "You are so annoying, I am sleepy and want to sleep, both of you get out."

Go out and cultivate feelings, and it is best to fall in love immediately.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" Tu Xi's eyes were bloodshot, he almost didn't sleep all night, "That's right, you were indeed very 'busy' yesterday."

Xia Yan: "..." I'm sorry, I'm a scumbag, hurry up and scold me, beat me, and dump me.

Seeing that he avoided his eyes, Tu Xi didn't mean to get to the bottom of it, so as not to anger the big cat, he opened the door to see him off: "Thank you for your hard work today, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Wenxu stared at him: "Let's go together."

"I want to say some couple's private words to my boyfriend."

"..." Zhao Wenxu didn't say anything and stood still.

Xia Yan actually had a lot of things to ask Tu Xi, but nothing was more important than the relationship between the two protagonists. He tried to match them up manually, trying to push the two people out.

However...

it didn't work.

Xia Yan: "..." Expressionless.jpg.

The two stood at the threshold and looked at him at the same time. One is gentle as jade, the other is mature and steady. They are obviously two completely different people, but their eyes are strangely similar.

Strong possessiveness, indescribable affection.

It seems... it's not the first time I've seen it.

In my previous life... vaguely... Xia Yan carefully searched his memory, but found nothing. He subconsciously avoided his eyes and looked down at his palms. Thinking of the embarrassing behavior just now, he couldn't help but tap his toes.

Where is the face of the scumbag?

He coughed twice in a low voice, sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened, and turned on the projector: "Forget it, if you want to stay, just take it with you, just don't disturb me."

Tu Xi: "..."

Zhao Wenxu: "..."

The two of them stopped while they were ahead, and didn't mention a word about what just happened, for fear of hurting Xia Yan's self-esteem.

Tu Xi was even a little annoyed. He stood too steadily just now. He should have cooperated with the young man and brought out his acting skills as the best actor and moved a little.

The corners of his eyes swept over the young man.

The young man took off his shoes and slumped on the sofa, holding a mobile phone in his hand, leaving only the back of his head to them. No one knew what he was looking at.

Xia Yan was looking at the WeChat group with his friends.

The group has been very lively since morning, with thousands of messages, each one showing off what they have said to "help" Xia Yan.

Xia Yan couldn't help but reply with six points.

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Thank you so much.