Chapter 17

The two did not talk on the way home, and it was past eight o'clock when they got home.

After sending Mr. Fang off, the two of them didn't get caught in the rain, but the wet clothes were cold and restrained, no more comfortable than being in the rain.

It was only two days away, but Xue Yingshuang felt strange when he returned home.

He knew very well that from now on, this room had nothing to do with him, he would return to the factory, and Xing Yun would also be a passer-by in his life.

He walked behind Xing Yun, Xing Yun walked into the master bedroom, and he followed.

The two were in the master bedroom, Xing Yun stopped and looked back at him silently.

He didn't look at Xing Yun, he just opened the wardrobe and took out Xing Yun's change of clothes, went into the bathroom and changed a new bath towel, and then helped Xing Yun turn on the hot water and adjust the temperature.

After he was ready, he looked at Xing Yun and said, "You can take a bath first, and I'll pack up."

Xing Yun walked into the bathroom and took off his shirt. When he was about to continue taking off, he suddenly realized something was wrong: "What are you packing?"

Xue Yingshuang stopped: "I brought something. There are not many things, I will leave when you take a shower. Of course, if you are worried, afraid that I will steal things, I can let you check the luggage I took... …”

"Who told you to leave?" Xue Yingshuang's arm was pulled, Xing Yun pulled the man back in front of him.

The canopy shower had been turned on, and the hot water poured down from above, drenching the two of them.

Xing Yun hugged Xue Yingshuang tightly from behind. Xue Yingshuang was so breathless that he was about to break free when he heard Xing Yun whisper, "You are not allowed to leave."

"sorry."

Xing Yun was born arrogant, with a twisted gender, and an apology sounded like a gnat, and Xue Yingshuang could hardly hear it.

But because of this, his willingness to apologize means that he really realizes that he is wrong and is here to ask for peace.

Xue Yingshuang didn't take it to heart and replied, "It's fine."

The two were reconciled, Xing Yun let go, and Xue Yingshuang could finally breathe. He was going to pack up the things he had brought out for the past two days, but he had just taken a step out and was pulled back by Xing Yun.

"Help me take a bath." Xing Yun's tone was tough.

Xue Yingshuang looked back at him, and saw that his face was not natural, he seemed a little uneasy, but he wanted to pretend to be domineering.

Xue Yingshuang looked at Xing Yun's stubborn expression, and for some reason he thought of a dog.

The dog accidentally bit the owner. Although the owner was not angry, the dog quickly took the ball to the owner's feet, and pulled the owner's pants, asking the owner to play with it, just to confirm that the owner was really not angry.

What do you think.

Xue Yingshuang immediately waved this imagination out of his mind, how could Xing Yun be a dog? Such a tyrant must be a wolf.

Even if it is a dog, he will not be the owner, at most he is a working boy in a pet store.

But anyway, Xue Yingshuang is very generous.

Xue Yingshuang: "You can wash it for you, but that's another price."

Xing Yun: "..."

After Xue Yingshuang finished speaking, he felt that it was too realistic, and President Ba asked for peace. So he added: "But I'll give you a 22% discount and a full body massage."

Xing Yun: "..."

In the bathroom, the water was steaming.

In the water vapor, the two cuddled together.

Xing Yun had no expression on his face.

Xing Yun's original idea of ​​taking a bath was: Xue Yingshuang blushed and stroked his body gently and delicately. This little stand-in had a crush on him for a long time, and soon he would take off his clothes on the excuse that he felt hot, and finally slipped his feet and fell into his generous arms. of.

However, the actual situation is that Xue Yingshuang holds the brush in one hand and presses on him with the other. He moves skillfully and brushes quickly and vigorously. After brushing the front and brushing the back, all his skin is brushed off, just like a man who has been bathing for fifty years The experienced bathing master, Xue Yingshuang's "hum hum chi" sounded in the air.

Xing Yun gritted his teeth: "You shouldn't have worked as a bath worker in the bathroom, right?"

"Of course not." The hard-working Xue Yingshuang kept both hands, "But I have killed chickens and ducks, and plucked chickens and ducks."

Xing Yun: "????"

Xue Yingshuang ignored Xing Yun's astonishment, and after brushing Xing Yun's back, turned the person back.

Xue Yingshuang: "Wait for the one in the middle, so I don't accidentally brush it off."

Xue Yingshuang squatted down, ready to wash Xing Yun's legs too.

Although he was plucking the hair out, but honestly, he was quite satisfied with this bath.

Xing Yun's figure is very good, with well-proportioned muscles, smooth lines and delicate skin, like a work carefully carved by an artist. And this is not only the result of Xing Yun going to the gym every day before going home, but also thanks to Xue Yingshuang's balanced nutrition feeding him every day.

Therefore, Xue Yingshuang looked at Xing Yun, as if looking at his own work, very proud.

However, Xue Yingshuang turned his eyes down just as he was stunned, and was immediately dumbfounded.

"What happened to your leg?"

He didn't see the steam just now, but when he squatted down, he found that Xing Yun's left calf was blue, and there was an obvious wound in the middle.

Xing Yun was not very happy: "You just saw it?"

"what happened?"

Xing Yun stretched out his leg, asking Xue Yingshuang to see clearly, and emphasized again: "I'm injured."

A good dog was raised by him to be smooth and smooth. It has only been two days since saw it. Why did the dog's paw hurt?

Xue Tiyingshuang was not in the mood to help Xing Yun pluck his hair, so he dragged him out of the bathroom. He threw the bath towel on Xing Yun and ran to get the medicine box.

In the bedroom, Xing Yun sat on the bed, and Xue Yingshuang squatted on the ground, carefully examining Xing Yun's wound.

The wound looked shocking. It was soaked in water just now. The skin on the outside was white and wrinkled, and the flesh on the inside was dazzlingly red.

Xue Yingshuang: "If you are injured and leave it alone, do you want to leave a scar?"

Xing Yun snorted unhappily. In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to deal with it, but he doesn't know what his psychology is, so he wants to keep the injury and let Xue Yingshuang take a good look at it.

Only hydrogen peroxide can be disinfected at home. Xue Yingshuang has always been quick and accurate in his work. When he opens the hydrogen peroxide, he pours it on the wound. When the hydrogen peroxide came into contact with the wound, bubbles continued to emerge, and Xue Yingshuang realized that it was very painful to treat the wound with hydrogen peroxide.

"Does it hurt?"

Xing Yun's pain tolerance was far beyond Xue Yingshuang's expectations. When the hydrogen peroxide fell, he didn't move and was very calm.

But when he said this, Xing Yun's brows furrowed and he began to hum in a low voice.

The pain was too late, but Xue Yingshuang still coaxed and blew on the wound.

Xue Yingshuang bandaged the wound and asked, "How did you do it?"

Xing Yun: "I was caught by the car door."

Xue Yingshuang: "Ah? Which idiot is using the door to clamp you? Don't you die?"

Xing Yun: "...I clipped it myself."

The two were silent.

Xue Yingshuang checked Xing Yun's leg again. Although he often touched it, he didn't take a closer look. Now that he looked at it, he found that there were many scars on Xing Yun's leg.

Although Xing Yun has the standard appearance and figure of the domineering president in the novel, he is not the so-called "wheat" complexion. His skin was fair, so the scars were so light in color that they wouldn't be noticeable without looking at them.

Not only his legs, Xing Yun also had scars on his hands and back, which were left for some reason.

Xue Yingshuang touched the scars and said, "It hurts, right? Be careful, don't get hurt again."

Xing Yun looked at him and nodded lightly.

It was stormy outside, and inside, they only lit the warm yellow lamp in the kitchen.

The sashimi given by Teacher Fang was put into the refrigerator as soon as he got home. At this time, Xue Yingshuang opened the refrigerator and asked Xing Yun, "Do you want to eat sashimi? It's cold."

"It's fine." Xing Yun said.

"If you want, I can boil them, fry them into fillets, or boil them into soup."

"Today is your holiday."

"I didn't say I would cook for you for free. Why are you nervous?"

Xue Yingshuang was still so righteous, but Xing Yun was used to it. In the end, the two decided to eat sashimi directly. Xing Yun's acceptance of food is much higher than before.

Teacher Fang divided them into two large boxes of sashimi, but did not give them soy sauce and mustard, so Xue Yingshuang could only make them himself.

Xue Yingshuang had just taken out the soy sauce, when suddenly the outside lit up, and thunder broke out among the lightning and flint.

Xing Yun immediately hugged Xue Yingshuang and said solemnly, "I'm here."

Xue Yingshuang was inexplicable: "So what?"

"Don't be afraid." Xing Yun stretched out his hand to cover Xue Yingshuang's ears and even his eyes.

"Let go! I can't see the way!" Xue Yingshuang wanted to break free, but Xing Yun didn't let go.

There was thunder outside, and the two of them hooked up inside.

Suddenly there was another huge thunder, and only a "boom" sounded, and even the glass shook, like an explosion.

Xing Yun let go of Xue Yingshuang, and Xue Ying's eyes were completely dark.

Xue Yingshuang was shocked: "You poke me blind!!!"

When the power went out, Xue Yingshuang lit a candle.

The candle is a red candle held in a round glass candelabra. Xing Yun looked at the red candle and felt strange: "When will there be candles at home?"

Xue Yingshuang said: "Of course I bought it, just to prevent such a time."

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the kitchen, you can usually see the gorgeous night view of the city, but now there is only darkness.

The typhoon is raging outside the window, and the occasional lightning can brighten the room. But the lightning passed, and only the little red candle was left to illuminate one side of the world.

On such a night, listening to the sound of thunder and wind and rain outside, the two of them sat side by side, and there was a different kind of warmth, as if there were only the two of them left in the whole world.

Xue Yingshuang held the candle, Xing Yun brought the sashimi and soy sauce over to the table, and the two of them sat on the floor in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the kitchen to eat dinner.

It's already autumn, and the temperature is much lower than before. Xue Yingshuang said, "I'll go make a hot soup later."

Xing Yun said: "Power outage."

"The gas stove can be used." Xue Yingshuang said, "Since you eat sashimi, you should cook a miso soup."

"I didn't expect you to know how to cook. Where did you learn to cook?" Xing Yun said, and put a piece of sashimi into his mouth, but he almost spit it out as soon as he entered it, "What is this?"

"What's wrong? Broken?" Xue Yingshuang also tried it. "No problem. Teacher Fang just bought it, so it won't break."

"It's not sashimi, I'm talking about this sauce, your mustard doesn't taste right?"

"Otherwise what would it taste like?"

"It tastes more like cilantro."

"Yeah, it was originally coriander puree."

Xing Yun didn't understand what he was talking about, and Xue Yingshuang didn't understand Xing Yun's meaning either.

Suddenly, Xue Yingshuang made an "ah" sound and figured it out: "So that's what happened."

"I have never eaten real mustard in my life." Xue Yingshuang's face was calm, but there was a smile in his eyes, "I made a mistake when I was young."