Chapter 73: Heart disease needs treatment

Shi Yang was sleeping in a daze in the warm quilt when there were suddenly several consecutive knocks on the door.

He poked his head out from under the quilt, scratched his messy hair, and shouted at the outside with a hoarse voice: "Who is it?"

There was a hint of resentment in his voice due to lack of sleep.

Two seconds later, a familiar cold tone passed through the door and reached Shi Yang's ears: "Me."

Shi Yang opened and closed his eyes, and in an instant he jumped up from the bed like a carp, and all his sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

The events of last night were still vivid in his mind, replaying over and over again. Shi Yang touched his lips subconsciously.

Could it be that Qin Yanchuan was going to settle the score with him so early in the morning?

"Uncle Qin, wait a moment!"

Shi Yang threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and wanted to put on his shoes, only to find that he only had one left.

He walked around the bed barefoot for a few times before he calmed down a little and turned to open the door.

As he opened the door, he leaned against the door frame and waved to the people outside with a smile, "Uncle Qin, good morning."

Qin Yanchuan was already fully dressed, wearing a perfectly tailored dark gray suit that outlined his tall and slender figure and narrow and strong waist.

The hair in front of his forehead was pulled back, revealing his handsome face with a somewhat abstinent air, and his whole body exuded nobility.

Shi Yang didn't even have shoes on, his hair was messy as if he had been hit by a fart, he hadn't washed his face or brushed his teeth, there was gauze stuck to his forehead, he was wearing pajamas with a cartoon dog head pattern on them, one of his trouser legs was rolled up, and he looked unkempt.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Shi Yang's gaze slowly moved down and landed on Qin Yanchuan's slender and beautiful left hand wearing a famous watch, which was currently holding a pair of blue cartoon shark-shaped... slippers.

Shi Yang: "..."

Oops.

Qin Yanchuan brought the slippers in front of Shi Yang, and said in a casual but meaningful tone: "Does it look familiar?"

"Ah, this..." Shi Yang really dug his toes into the ground this time, "This should be the crystal slippers that Gray Boy accidentally dropped when he was running away."

As he spoke, he carefully took the slippers, bent down and put them on himself.

Well, so it becomes one foot bare and one foot with a shoe.

Shi Yang silently held onto the door frame, stepped his bare foot onto the shoe of his other foot, and asked calmly, "Uncle Qin, did you sleep well last night?"

Qin Yanchuan looked at the slight swirl on his cheek, which seemed harmless. He then lowered his eyes to glance at Shi Yang's two crossed feet, and even every toe was filled with embarrassment.

His gaze moved up again, finally settling on Shi Yang's face, which still had a bit of youthfulness, before answering the question just now: "What do you think?"

Shi Yang's head started buzzing and started working frantically.

He raised his face slightly, looked at the man who was half a head taller than him, suddenly covered his chest and opened his mouth:

"Anyway, I didn't sleep well because I was so excited all night."

Qin Yanchuan's facial muscles twitched slightly, his face expressionless, his tone calm and without a trace of warmth: "Heart disease, needs treatment."

Shi Yang: "..."

What an old man who has no sense of romance.

Qin Yanchuan suddenly walked inside with such ease and confidence, as if he had returned to his own room, without any politeness at all.

In fact, this is really his house.

Shi Yang quickly followed in, feeling very nervous, and couldn't guess how Qin Yanchuan wanted to take revenge on him.

Shi Yang was used to being casual and relaxed, so the hygiene of the bedroom was okay, but things were not arranged very neatly. Clothes and snacks were scattered on the sofa, and the bed was also a mess.

Qin Yanchuan's eyes scanned the surroundings casually.

Shi Yang quickly tucked his underwear on the sofa under his body, and then touched the back of his neck shyly, "Uncle Qin, you are so polite."

He sat down on the sofa, picked up a pillow and hugged it in his arms, half of his face buried in it, "Or... is there something that can only be done in the room?"

As soon as Qin Yanchuan saw Shi Yang's embarrassed posture, he knew what he was thinking.

“There are so many things we can do.”

He said this, then suddenly walked to the bed, bent down and picked up the other shark-shaped slipper lying on the floor.

Shi Yang looked at Qin Yanchuan with disdain as he turned back, put his slippers at his feet, and said very considerately: "It's cold, don't catch a cold."

Shi Yang's brain got stuck for a moment.

ah?

Qin Yanchuan suddenly let out a low, dull laugh, and then asked softly, "What? Do you need me to put on the crystal slippers for you personally?"

"No, no, I can put it on myself."

Shi Yang put on his shoes quickly, fearing that Qin Yanchuan would attack his feet if he was a second late.

Qin Yanchuan didn't say anything else. He looked at the messy sofa in front of him, reluctantly found an empty seat and sat down, not continuing the previous topic.

"Go wash up first."

"ah?"

Qin Yanchuan leaned against the sofa and repeated patiently, "Wash yourself."

Shi Yang hesitated for a moment before he got up and walked to the bathroom, gently closed the door, and stood in front of the sink, slowly washing his face and brushing his teeth.

The more Qin Yanchuan acted like this, the more uncertain he felt.

Outside, Qin Yanchuan was sitting in front of the sofa waiting, his eyes aimlessly scanning the room, and he casually picked up a few books on the table.

"I have a hundred sentences to praise my children", "High-yielding sow breeding technology", "If you can't lead a team, you will be tired yourself".

“…”

Qin Yanchuan fell into silence, flipping through the book in silence.

It was not until ten minutes later that the bathroom door was opened from the inside.

He put the book back to its original place and turned his head to look over.

"Uncle Qin, I'm done."

"Then change your clothes."

Shi Yang said "oh" and turned to walk towards the cloakroom.

He didn't know what he remembered, but he suddenly stopped halfway, then turned around and walked to the bed.

Under Qin Yanchuan's nose, Shi Yang grabbed the hem of his pajamas, lifted them up, bent down, took off his clothes, and threw them on the bed.

After doing this, he turned and walked towards the cloakroom.

This scene seems familiar.

“…”

Qin Yanchuan stared at Shi Yang's upper body, her fair skin, slim waist, and flat belly without a trace of excess fat.

He pinched his finger joints from time to time, and the veins on his forehead twitched in restraint.