Planetary revolution

The room is bright and spacious. The soft and thick carpet, the expensive eye-protecting desk lamp, and a few dried plums and flourishing green plants by the window sill are enough to show the owner's careful arrangement.

The blue silk curtains and the delicate and soft star lights make the whole room really look like a galaxy in the universe, which is peaceful, serene and romantic.

Uncle Bai, who was following behind them, helped Xia Xingxing put away his luggage.

The old man welcomed the new member very much: "Master Xia, there are flowers planted on the balcony, and the garden is outside, where the swing frame and the dolls on the bed are our husband's special..."

"Uncle Bai." Huo Jingshi interrupted the butler who thought the house was too deserted and finally welcomed a new member.

Huo Jingshi did arrange his home and rooms based on his impression of Xia Xingxing.

After all, no one knows Xia Xingxing's preferences better than him.

Even Huo Jingshi himself was surprised, why after ten years, he could still think clearly about his likes and dislikes about the young master.

It was probably because the relationship back then was too frivolous, and it was also a highlight of his youth, so it was hard to forget.

But the renovation and layout of the room that he is doing now is only because he was entrusted by Mr. Qu, and it is just a matter of loyalty.

He didn't want to treat Xia Xingxing coldly because of the mess in the past.

It's not necessary, and it doesn't make sense.

Xia Xingxing is not the Xia Xingxing ten years ago, nor is he the former Huo Jingshi.

He will give what he should have, and he can afford it now.

He will never shirk his responsibility.

Huo Jingshi leaned against the valuable Nanliu wood desk, thinking indifferently.

Uncle Bai placed Xia Xingxing's luggage, with a kind smile on his face: "Does Master Xia still like it?"

Huo Jingshi followed behind, with his hands folded in front of his chest, his long legs stretched slightly, and he looked lazy and casual.

But the trembling eyelashes and the aftermath in the phoenix eyes showed that the master was not as careless and calm as his face showed.

A trace of anticipation and tension that I didn't even notice rose up in my heart from nowhere.

Huo Jingshi turned sideways, his peripheral vision was unconsciously locked on the face of someone who was slowly walking around the room.

Xia Xingxing didn't show much joy and excitement on his face, and he really couldn't tell whether he liked it or not.

It's like an amnesia, even the information and personal preferences stored in the mind are all wiped out.

The whole person has a quiet and peaceful temperament.

He just touched the limited edition classic pillow dolls on the bed, and thanked Huo Jingshi with raised lips and crooked eyebrows: "Mr. Lao Huo is worried, but I am very satisfied if I have a place to stay." .”

The rhetoric was official and polite, but a pair of clear and dewy eyes were full of sincerity, making it difficult for people to tell whether he was genuinely polite or a fake routine.

Xia Xingxing turned around and took the luggage from Uncle Bai's hand, bowed slightly, and captured others' favor with his innocent and amiable smile: "Uncle Bai, don't be so polite, just call me Xing Xing."

Uncle Bai flicked his two white beards and smiled happily. He only thought that the child brought back by his husband was polite and sweet-mouthed, and he was very eye-catching.

For a while, the two of them chatted a few words like no one else was there.

Huo Jingshi's eyes darkened a bit, and he "coughed" in displeasure, interrupting the hot chat between the two who hit it off immediately: "Let's go eat first, and we'll talk when we're free."

Xia Xingxing thought that he would make his master uncomfortable by talking too much when he first arrived, so he became more cautious in his words and deeds.

Dishes that are not usually available at home are placed on the dining table.

Okra and shrimp with orange and green, bright octopus in tomato sauce, grilled steak with cheese, balsamic green bean soup and orange and tender hibiscus eggs.

As a home-cooked dinner, it is a bit too rich.

Holding the bowl, Xia Xingxing blinked slowly, not knowing what to say for a while, his eyes fell on the handsome and gentle man in front of him.

Huo Jingshi was very indifferent most of the time and didn't talk much.

Except for a few basic inquiries from him at the beginning, they had no redundant conversations at other times.

Huo Jingshi seemed to be very busy, and the phone calls and text messages never stopped.

Probably it is really like what old man Qu said, he is a workaholic who spends every second and every second.

The man changed into home clothes at this time, unlike the formal shirt and suit in the morning, the cotton home clothes and the hair falling on his forehead made him look younger and softer, and the soft texture of the clothes was even more hidden. A little cold, arrogant, lonely and domineering when he was outside.

Under the long eyelashes, the phoenix eyes are dark and deep, and the whole person is rarely soft and easy-going.

He was sitting upright, his sleeves folded a few times casually, revealing his beautiful and delicate wrist bones and graceful forearms, and his eating was also very elegant and seductive.

Huo Jingshi didn't eat much, he took his time, and occasionally picked up a napkin to wipe the corners of his lips, but his gaze moved up and down with the chopsticks in the hands of the person beside him calmly.

Xia Xingxing also ate a lot, and he didn't know how to develop such a fragile body.

The way he eats is not elegant, but it is very appetizing, which can make the people who dine on the same stage feel their appetite greatly increased.

He seemed to be tired, so he took one bite at a time and could eat for a long time, as if he was really serious about tasting the food.

Like a little squirrel working hard.

But not long after, Huo Jingshi discovered that Xia Xingxing eats dishes in order.

Starting from the plate in front of my eyes, from left to right, shrimp, hairtail, steak, vegetables... I picked it up one by one and started a new cycle, shrimp, hairtail, steak, vegetables...

Very wet with rain and dew.

I don't know whether it's intentional or unintentional, or it's just a result of habit, in short, people can't make mistakes, but they can't see the slightest preference.

A long time ago, feeding and eating with him was also part of the work of Huo Jingshi, a tutor.

The young master is extremely picky, he doesn't eat carrots, coriander, ginger, onion, garlic, and pork...

Huo Jingshi once thought that coaxing Planet Xia to eat was the most troublesome and boring thing in the world, and it was a waste of time and life.

When he was in high school, in order to reduce the number of times he ate on the same stage with Xia Xingxing, Huo Jingshi would rather buy a few slices of white bread in the school supermarket, drink it with boiled water, and stay until the end of self-study at night before returning home.

But now, when a memory loss wipes out all the most recognizable little habits and tempers in a person.

Even if this person is sitting in front of you, chatting and eating together, you can't see what he likes and dislikes at all.

Details like these pushed the distance between the two of them even further.

Xia Xingxing's personality and image also became blurred and elusive.

Until he took the initiative to scoop up a spoonful of Furong eggs with sesame oil, Huo Jingshi's probing and examining eyes didn't bother to hide any more, and they fell straight on him.

"What's the matter, Mr. Huo?" Xia Xingxing swallowed the slippery custard, and raised his head for no reason.

"It's okay." The deep voice came from the man's chest, like a casual chat at the dinner table, but it made people feel a little scrutiny: "Is the lotus egg delicious?"

Xia Xingxing scooped up a spoonful of soup, took a sip, and said sincerely, "It's delicious."

Huo Jingshi's long and dark eyes raised slightly, his eyes were calm, he looked thoughtfully at his calm and unpretentious face, raised his chin, and asked again: "Do you like hairtail?"

After all, the young master never touched a fish after being stuck by a soft thorn when he was a child.

Xia Xingxing thought about it for a while, and didn't feel that he gave a wrong answer in the last round, so he calmed down and replied with a smile: "Not bad."

The light shone on his face, looking gentle and peaceful.

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