Han Xinghui simply brought her bicycles over, pushed one with each hand, and said, "Go home first!"
When they got home, Xu Zishan took a shower first, and took a shower in the shower room. Han Xinghui stood at the door smoking, and his ears sensitively caught the sound of her bathing.
The sound of crashing was intermittent. He sensitively heard her "hiss~" and asked: "Are you okay?"
Xu Zishan carefully locked the door and said, "It's okay."
After a while, I dried my hair and came out. I saw him at the door, half of his body being basked in the sun, and said, "Why don't you come in?"
Han Xinghui said: "I'm afraid that the smoke will fill the house. - Your waist still hurts?"
"Um."
"show me?"
Xu Zishan looked at his dark eyes, and he looked at her too, with a hint of gangsterism in his eyes.
It wasn't her illusion, and she didn't think too much about it. Their relationship was completely different after his confession.
She said nothing, not sure whether to show him her waist.
He stretched out his hand and put it against her back. He moved his hand down and put his big hand on her waist. He looked at her and stopped as soon as she retorted.
Xu Zishan had just taken a shower. His body was very cool and smelled particularly good.
He acted mischievously and pressed hard on purpose. Seeing Xu Zishan frowning, he said, "It really hurts. Apply some plaster on it."
Xu Zishan pushed his hand away and said in a calm tone, "I thought you were really kind enough to rub it for me."
"Okay, I'll rub it for you."
Before he could reach out his hand, Xu Zishan left.
He raised his chin and stared at her back. Her waist seemed to be broken with a single grip.
"Forget it, just take a rest!"
"I'll rub it for you, don't worry, my technique is very good." You have to be bolder, Xu Zishan is not Fang Qing, he must take the initiative.
He came over regardless, stretched out his hand, and Xu Zishan was pushed down on the sofa. Xu Zishan pulled a pillow over and put it on his chest.
Han Xinghui gently pressed her waist: "Is this here?"
"Um."
When she was on the road, she only felt tired, and it hurt when she fell. Now that she stopped, she felt pain everywhere, as if she was falling apart.
Han Xinghui pressed his palm gently on her waist and looked at her lying on the pillow, her hair was black on both sides, and her waist was so thin that he could hold it with one hand.
Suddenly he looked at her raised butt and touched it quietly. Sure enough, Xu Zishan hissed.
He knew that this man's skin was so delicate that he even bruised his butt while riding a bicycle, and even lied to him that his back hurt.
With a strong effort, Xu Zishan turned his face from the pillow on which he was lying to face him, and said in a dull voice, please be gentle, it hurts.
"Squeamish!"
With disgust in his mouth, his hands became much lighter.
"Don't be unreservedly kind to others in the future." Han Xinghui said while rubbing her, "I think Zhu Chunxiang's mother is not very good."
He reminded Mother Zhu repeatedly today that it was Xu Zishan and Principal Yu who were helping them. She still just wanted to thank Han Xinghui, the factory director.
Without Xu Zishan's advice, he would have known her!
Fortunately for Xu Zishan, Principal Yu was so enthusiastic about sending the admission notice, but she only wanted to fawn over Han Xinghui, the factory director, and Principal Yu was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to deal with herself.
Xu Zishan lay on the sofa and said dullly: "100 yuan and a sack of rice are nothing to me. Maybe I can see a person's heart, which is not a bad thing. I am studying for Zhu Chunxiang, and I am worthy of my conscience."
"You live your life on your own, you don't owe them anything."
"But I support her studying."
"Don't worry about it anymore." His hand was a little heavier, and she let out a soft moan.
After rubbing for a while, Xu Zishan fell asleep.
Han Xinghui sneered, but he was heartbroken.
Stepping carefully, he took a small quilt and placed it around her waist.
Kneel down and look at her face.
She was lying on her stomach, with her hands under her face, her face facing him, her fair face, long eyeliner, and long and dense eyelashes.
Han Xinghui looked at her small face and gestured with his hands. Sure enough, it was not as big as his own. Her cheeks were tender and fleshy, and her mouth was small and rosy.
Being so close, he could completely smell her fragrance.
Unable to bear it, he leaned forward and kissed her gently on her mouth.
It's very fast, just click and leave.
Xu Zishan's eyelashes twitched slightly and continued to sleep.
Han Xinghui looked at her intently, leaned over again, kissed her on the mouth, and still leaned against her gently, this time for a little longer.
As if feeling an invasion, Xu Zishan closed his eyes and unconsciously reached out to brush. Han Xinghui quickly withdrew.
"You don't trust me, but I don't trust myself!"
He walked to the yard, closed the door, squatted under the big tree and smoked, thinking about how sweet she was while smoking.
Today he has sealed it, and no one will be able to touch her in the future.
After he finished smoking a cigarette, Xu Zishan hadn't woken up yet, but Xu Mingxuan and Xu Mingshe came back.
The brothers' hair and body were all wet from swimming.
There is a 50-meter large swimming pool in the town, which was built with money donated by Han Xinghui. Every summer, the children venture into the sea when they can't stand the heat.
In previous years, some children always drowned in the sea, so Han Xinghui paid to build the swimming pool in Yancang Town.
When the Xu Mingxuan brothers saw Han Xinghui at their home, they were indescribably weird: "Where is my sister?"
Is this man getting too close to my sister now? Only a fool can't see that he is trying to take advantage of her.
"Your sister went to visit a student's home. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep!"
His voice was very low.
Xu Mingxuan was worried and immediately went into the house to take a look and found his sister lying on the sofa sleeping soundly.
"Where has my sister gone?"
"In the mountains."
"Have you got a meal yet?"
Han Xinghui said not yet, and Xu Mingshe said we should cook for her sister.
"Let me do it. It's hot. How about I make cold noodles for you to eat?" Han Xinghui said, "The cold noodles I make are very good."
Xu Mingxuan looked at Han Xinghui with delicate eyes and suddenly asked: "Why don't you go to sea?"
Han Xinghui said that he is now in charge of the breeding farm and is also looking for someone to build a food processing factory. He is very busy and the fishing team does not have an exclusive plan.
Xu Mingxuan said to his heart that in order to pursue my sister, you don’t even want to go fishing at sea, right?
But he didn't say it out loud. Once many things were said out, it was like breaking the window paper, and the guesses became facts. It was impossible to pretend that nothing happened.
Han Xinghui is very good at making cold noodles.
Make the noodles, plate the noodles, roll the noodles, cut the noodles, cook the noodles, and then rinse them in cold water three times.
He chopped the beans, stir-fried them with the minced meat, and let them cool.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cooked and cooled.
I cut a lot of shredded cucumbers, mashed garlic and peanut butter.
When everything was ready, he said to Xu Mingshe, call your sister for dinner.
Xu Mingshe pushed the door open and pushed Xu Zishan awake. Xu Zishan woke up in a daze, staring at Xu Mingshe's eyes. It took him a while to react.
"Xiao Shen."
"Sister, let's eat first and then go to bed after eating."
"Hmm." Xu Zishan said and closed his eyes again and was dazed for a while. Han Xinghui opened the table and placed the cold noodles and ingredients one by one. Only then did Xu Zishan wake up.
Xu Zishan ate the cold noodles he made and it turned out to be very delicious.
"I didn't expect your cooking to be quite delicious." Xu Zishan said with a smile, "Not many men can cook."
"I am the one with few, so my character is valuable." Han Xinghui said without changing his face.
Xu Zishan burst into laughter: "This is my word!"
So we are a match made in heaven! Han Xinghui looked at her with his dark eyes, his tongue touching his cheek. Some things are thousands of times more delicious than cold noodles.