The scenes after that night were messy and disorderly.
Ye Ying was almost broken into pieces, and she didn't expect that these drinks would be so powerful.
The next morning, when she opened her eyes, she saw a handsome face magnified in front of her eyes.
Huang Xize's arm was pillowed by her, his eyes were slightly closed. His eyebrows and eyelashes were as black as ink, and his face was so handsome that he couldn't even see a single pore.
If it wasn't for knowing that he was a genius before the founding of the People's Republic of China, Ye Ying would have suspected that when he took shape, he pinched his face according to the characters in the game.
Ye Ying still wanted to peek at the handsome man for a while, so she saw the corners of Huang Xize's mouth slightly raised, and asked, "Are you awake?"
As he spoke, his thick eyelashes fluttered, and he was about to open his eyes.
Ye Ying didn't know which tendon was wrong, so she covered his eyes!
Huang Xize: "..."
Ye Ying wants to cry but has no tears.
She is indeed used to plain makeup, but plain makeup and just waking up are not the same concept.
She is not a fairy, she wakes up in the morning without even a speck of oil on her face. Every time I wake up in the morning, my hair looks like it has been smashed by a stove, my eyes are swollen like a sad frog, let alone I don’t know if there is eye mucus.
Ye Ying wanted to open her mouth to explain her coquettish operation feebly, but when she thought that she might still have breath, she closed her mouth again, feeling desolate in her heart.
When the two of them were stalemate on the bed, Ye Ying raised her head and was stunned when she saw the surrounding environment.
She belatedly pulled out the memory fragments of last night from her mind, as if Huang Xize asked Cheng Jing to drive back to... the old house?
It turned out to be here.
She slept on this big bed on the night of her wedding and when she was first rescued from the clutches by Huang Xize.
But it seemed that this was the first time she had looked at this room carefully.
Ye Ying was watching, and felt a slight itchiness in the palm of her hand, as if she was holding a feather.
"...Don't you let go?"
Huang Xize's voice sounded: "The world is so big, I want to see it."
Only then did Ye Ying remember that she was still covering his eyes with her hands. She immediately jumped up, jumped out of bed, and ran out the door relying on her memory.
Huang Xize leaned on the head of the bed expressionlessly, watched her scurrying around with her head in her arms, and said lightly, "The bathroom is inside."
A second later, Ye Ying came back from the door, covered her face, went into the bathroom, and closed the door with a bang.
Huang Xize: "..."
Do you want to tell her that in order to help her dispel the Yin Qi generated by the brand of 魙, he actually slept with his arms around her every night before?
Of course, the usual skin care products are properly prepared in the bathroom. After Ye Ying finished washing, she started a new life, jumped out of the bathroom with a smile like a flower, opened her arms happily, and pretended to squeal: "Your cutie is online!"
...Then, she met eyes with the middle-aged aunt who was making the bed.
Ye Ying's arm froze in mid-air, and the twenty-eight-year-old cutie was sniped by the shadow of social death on the spot.
Auntie was also stunned, and it took a few seconds for her to react. She tried to support Ye Ying, and forced a smile: "... so cute...?"
Ye Ying: "..."
Thank you, you can already pull me out and bury me.
Fortunately, the aunt didn't worry about this anymore, she smiled kindly: "Ma'am, Liu Ye asked me to tell you that he will wait for you in the dining room."
Ye Ying leaned back unaccustomed. My aunt is over forty years old, but she respectfully calls her wife, it feels like she has traveled to ancient times.
Speaking of which, she never thought that Huang Xize's family actually had servants? !
No...Thinking about it carefully, Huang Xize's house is so big, it's surprising that there are no servants...I don't know if the Xian family also needs to do a little housekeeping, or just use spells...
Having said that, my aunt called Huang Xize "Six Lord"... Does that mean that the servants here also know his true identity?
While thinking wildly, Ye Ying walked out of the door and walked towards the dining room in the direction pointed by her aunt.
Along the way, I actually saw the gardener and the cleaning maid, and they all said hello to her.
Ye Ying is still not used to being a rich man, so she is a bit cramped. When he finally reached the dining room and was beside Huang Xize, he let out a long sigh.
Huang Xize was looking at his mobile phone, it was noisy, it seemed to be a video, and he didn't look up when he saw her coming in, so he said flatly: "Come and eat."
Ye Ying didn't get the expected warm welcome, she was a little unhappy and sat beside him with her mouth pouted.
Huang Xize didn't notice her emotions, and was still looking at the phone with relish.
Ye Ying held back for a while, she was upset after all—what are you doing!
It was only the second day of their reunion that they ignored her!
Smelly man... weasel, the whole world is really a virtue!
Ye Ying looked at Huang Xize gloomyly, wanting to see when he would pick up his negligible desire to survive.
Huang Xize was ignorant, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, a contrived female voice came from the video.
She gasped as if in surprise, and called exaggeratedly, "Brother Xi Ze~"
"You eat the same lollipop as I do, but your wife won't eat~ vinegar~"
Ye Ying: ...What the hell? !
Her eyes were cracked, and she stared at Huang Xize's well-adjusted side face. Which little wave hoof actually loosened the soil on Ye Taisui's head?
"It's so scary that your wife is not like me~ I can only..."
"Heart~pain~gie~gie~"
Green! This is green!
She was furious, snatched Huang Xize's cell phone, and gritted her teeth: "I want to see which stinky sister dares to plant grass on my head!"
— Then, she was caught off guard and saw her own face on the phone screen.
Ye Ying didn't have time to take back her ferocious expression, and saw herself hugging Huang Xize's waist with a lollipop in her mouth, laughing wildly in the night wind.
"You drank too much last night and made a fuss in the car. When you saw a convenience store on the roadside, you insisted on eating lollipops, and you were riding on the side of the road. If you insisted on letting me ride, I would sit in front of you and take you with an electric car." .”
Huang Xize's tone was calm, and he calmly picked up a chopstick of salted egg yolk and put it on her porridge.
This is Ye Ying's favorite way of eating. He watched her operate like this twice, and he consciously served people first.
Ye Ying didn't notice his actions at all, she had already petrified into a statue.
If there is a gust of evil wind now, she may be smashed into sand and die with the wind.
The scary thing is that the video on the phone is still going on.
On the mobile phone, Ye Ying held a lollipop in her mouth, forced Huang Xize to sit on the curb, laughed for a while and then began to fake cry: "I haven't slept well these days, you know? I miss you every night."
Huang Xize was forced to change scenes, with a dull face: "I can't sleep well, and I don't think you don't eat much."
Ye Ying ignored him, immersed in her own plot, biting the handkerchief: "Nie Yuan, we are really Nie Yuan. But do you know?"
She looked up suddenly, her expression suddenly became affectionate: "It's annoying to be emotionally affected by a person, but it can also be very sweet."
The camera of the video suddenly shook, accompanied by suffocated laughter. Huang Xize's eyes were like stagnant water for thousands of years, and he cast them speechlessly.
Cheng Jing's voice-over sounded: "Boss, cough, I'm sorry. In fact, I have received professional training, and I won't laugh no matter how funny it is."
Unless you can't help it.
Ye Ying couldn't stand it anymore, and threw the phone at Huang Xize like a hot potato.
She covered her face with one hand, and shook her other hand in front of Huang Xize's eyes like Parkinson's: "Shut it off! Shut it off!"
Huang Xize accurately caught the phone thrown by Ye Ying with one hand, and locked the screen. Before the screen was locked, Ye Ying's chirping voice could be heard in the video.
"You look malnourished, I suggest you, eat~drop~me~"
Ye Ying supported her head with both hands, and opened her palms to cover the sides of her face. Her expression was in a daze, and her pupils trembled.
What's going on, what the **** happened.
She had drunk too much before, but it wasn't that exaggerated.
Is this the power of the iron tree to bloom? It has not been opened for sixty years, and once opened, it will overwhelm the mountains and the seas, the tsunami roars, the sky screams, the earth shakes...
What a shame.
Ye Ying wanted to bury her head in the porridge and mix the salted egg yolk vigorously, as if she wanted to melt the black history into the porridge and disappear before her eyes.
After half a bowl of porridge, the unspeakable suffocation disappeared with the rice.
Ye Ying looked around curiously, Huang Xize patted her on the head: "Eat first, and I'll take you shopping after eating."
After a bowl of porridge was finished, Ye Ying put down the bowl and shook her head: "Later, accompany me to the company later."
Huang Xize didn't stop moving, and answered clearly: "Are you going to resign?"
"Yes." Ye Ying nodded: "Although I don't want to see Zhou Zhirui again, my colleague is innocent."
She is a person with professional ethics. Even if she quits, she must first hand over the work clearly.
After finishing speaking, she seemed to realize something, and squinted at Huang Xize: "I'll be a vagrant for a few days, is it okay?"
"What's the problem." Huang Xize gracefully put down his chopsticks, picked up a cup on one side to drink water: "It's good to have a rest."
His spouse has been working hard since graduating from university. They are suffering like a knife mantis, and it is time to rest.
"Um?!"
Ye Ying's voice suddenly rose to an octave, turned a thousand times, twisted her neck and began to find fault after a long time: "What do you mean by taking a break? Why, can't I be a rice bug?"
Huang Xize raised his eyebrows, looked at her, and suddenly smiled.
At this moment, his smooth light-colored hair was hanging down, and he was wearing a loose white T-shirt, making him look a few years younger, in his early twenties. The carved doors and windows of the dining room were all open, the sunlight in front of the court was just right, and the breeze was blowing, blowing his bangs on his forehead.
It was the first time Ye Ying saw him smiling like this. With crooked brows and eyes, he looks like a heartless and sunny boy.
Facing this smiling face, she was stunned for a second by the beauty, and the word "cute", which should have been insulated from Huang Xize, flashed in her mind by accident.
Then, she heard the new milk dog Huang Xize say: "I'll raise you, stupid."
I support you, stupid.
I support you, stupid...
Ye Ying: "..."
She shivered and looked at Huang Xize's smirk sincerely: "I thought about it, I can't be so depraved, I should still shine for the construction of the motherland."
Huang Xize sneered.
But he also changed his face, thought for a while, and said, "It's okay if you really don't want to go to work, our family has money. Anyway, it depends on you."
Thinking that she is now considered a rich woman, Ye Ying became happy again: "That's great, I didn't expect that I would get rich one day!"
Infected by her good mood, Huang Xize couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in a doting tone, "Is there anything you want? The kind of 'I must have it when I have money'."
Ye Ying suddenly turned to Huang Xize, her eyes were shining brightly, but she was still a little embarrassed: "Is it okay?"
Huang Xize nodded naturally, what's the matter, money is for spending.
Ye Ying was instantly excited: "Give me the whole plane, I'm going to the square in London to feed the pigeons, and I'll fly back at night!"
Huang Xize: "..."
Or you'd better find a class.