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Although there is no sign of "extraordinary talent" for cooking from He Nian, Yan Ruizhi is in a much better mood now, and he gave a face-saving "hmm".

"There's a dishwasher in the kitchen, you just throw it in if you don't want to mess with it."

What he said meant that making porridge regardless of New Year's greetings would be a waste of time. The other party understood when he heard it, and finally regained a little vitality: "I will clean it up!"

"Why do you want to learn this all of a sudden?" Yan Ruizhi asked after his stomach that had been empty for two days was finally filled, and the warmth of the food softened his voice.

"Isn't it because the last time you went to my place, I didn't do anything to help you?" He Nian said, "I thought it was quite simple at the time..."

When he said this, his voice was obviously much lower: "I just want to give it a try."

"Try it." Yan Ruizhi remembered that the "cold kiln" kitchen in He Nian was indeed a little too narrow.

Recalling He Nian's appearance at that time when he wanted to help but didn't know where to intervene, I thought it would be good to learn a little bit.

He Nian probably didn't expect him to be so talkative today, and he was even a little unaccustomed: "Really?"

"Then don't try it." Yan Ruizhi's "good temper" disappeared in an instant, he raised his eyes and gave him a gouging look, and immediately changed his words, not bothering to say it a second time, "Don't use it."

But the other party was a little happier because of this sentence, Yan Ruizhi was feeling inexplicable, and heard He Nian's voice with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Yan slept well."

I have the strength to start talking sarcasticly.

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, and started humming the Cantonese song he sang in Yunlin City before.

Yan Ruizhi looked at his back, the palpitating dream in the hospital in the morning finally dissipated at this moment, leaving only the hands that were frozen in memory in the last dream.

He Nian started to tidy up the kitchen, Yan Ruizhi didn't go back to his room, but sat in the living room watching the news with the stereo on.

There is no news from Hao Shuai. After all, it has only been one day, and it is another rest day. There will be more than one communication later, and the cooperation with Jingxing is not so easy to discuss.

The rework of the previous decryption game test has not been sent, which also makes it rare for him to have a free weekend.

After a while, He Nian finally packed up and came out. Yan Ruizhi didn't know what he had gone through. Anyway, the hem of his T-shirt and pants were wet a lot, and he looked a bit embarrassed.

He glanced again before returning his attention to the phone.

"By the way, President Yan," He Nian came over and asked him without seeming guilty, "Can I sleep with you temporarily for the past two days?"

Yan Ruizhi didn't answer right away, waiting for He Nian to finish.

Sure enough, the other party hesitated: "My house has been leaking for the past two days..."

He glanced at Yan Rui before continuing, and the second half of the sentence became a little more confident: "In addition, the doctor said today, let me spend two more days..."

"Take care of you."

"He asked me to supervise your diet!" With a doctor as his backer, He Nian said with confidence, "That's why I want to learn how to cook."

Yan Ruizhi paused.

The reason for learning to cook is to monitor your own eating habits.

At first glance, it seems reasonable, but it ignores the necessary conditions for the original existence.

"Happy New Year." Yan Ruizhi called him, but didn't answer the question right away, "Why are your clothes wet?"

Hearing his question, the other party was embarrassed and put his hands behind his back: "I'm not very familiar with the stove at your house!"

Fortunately, Yan Ruizhi didn't come in to look at it when it was tidying up. Everything had to be scrubbed three or four times during the New Year. If there was too little water, it would still be unclean, and if there was too much water, it would be everywhere.

Fortunately, Yan Ruizhi has a dishwasher, otherwise he might not be able to get out for half an hour.

Yan Ruizhi stopped asking, and raised his chin: "There is a paper bag under the wardrobe in the innermost part of my bedroom."

He Nian is unclear, so: "What's wrong?"

"Go and take it out." He leaned back on the sofa and looked up at the lights on the ceiling, "Try it."

It was also the first time for him to do this kind of thing, so it was inevitable that he would be a little weird when he spoke.

He Nian walked over and quickly found it, and brought it to Yan Ruizhi: "Here."

"It's for you." Seeing that He Nian didn't seem to understand, Yan Ruizhi didn't answer, so he had no choice but to repeat.

Seeing that He Nian's expression suddenly became astonished, he turned his head away and said as if avoiding it: "See if it fits."

He still doesn't know why he bought it at that time. Yan Ruizhi thought in his heart, could it be that the "C" on the New Year's dress is too conspicuous?

Although he understands that comparisons are not a good habit, he also feels that he can't encourage this trend. His relationship with He Nian is no longer that pure, and doing so will only make this relationship worse.

But he always thought, He Nian has strong ability and good personality, and he is still an intern at Beijing Bank, if he wears that dress to work, will he be laughed at?

Will it affect him?

Thinking of this, Yan Ruizhi felt at ease again, and turned his head again.

He cut off the price tag, and said in a very natural tone: "I saw it when I was shopping with Hao Shuai the other day, so it's easy."

"I..." He Nian had a weird expression on his face, "I've already taken your money, so it's not good to take your purchases."

Yan Ruizhi looked at it for a while before asking him, "Is there any difference?"

"Is it because I sent you to the hospital today?" He Nian looked at him with a serious tone.

For some reason, Yan Ruizhi found it difficult to answer such a simple question.

He turned his eyes away, didn't deny it, and gave another answer: "It's an additional 'subsidy'."

Originally, there was a burning light in He Nian's eyes, but it seemed to have dimmed a little at that moment.

But Yan Ruizhi didn't see it, but he said it again in a good temper: "Your T-shirt is wet, try this to see if it fits."

"it is good."

Just for a moment, He Nian regained his cheerful tone, took off his half-wet clothes in front of Yan Ruizhi, and put on new ones.

"Would you like to see it?"

Yan Ruizhi propped his chin with his index finger and turned his face again.

I have to say that the salesman recommended to him has a good eye—Yan Ruizhi thinks that the style is not special, but it looks natural after wearing it for New Year, like a model, and every design detail can be reflected on him. Plain and not exaggerated, just right.

It's like...he's meant to be like this.

"It's suitable, just accept it." Yan Ruizhi said quietly, hiding the surprise in his tone.

However, this New Year's greeting was silent for a long time.

Yan Ruizhi didn't know why, so he raised his head and found that He Nian had already taken off the dress and was bare-chested, but he was still looking at him, as if he was thinking about something.

"do not like?"

Yan Ruizhi thought, if He Nian deliberately pretended to ask for confirmation like he was tinkering with the kitchen just now...

"I like it." He Nian smiled, but it was a little different from the previous gag, "I just think it should be kept well. Thank you, Mr. Yan."

His words stuffed back Yan Ruizhi's remaining thoughts, and for a moment he even forgot what he was originally thinking.

"It's fine if you like it." He could only say along.

"By the way, Mr. Yan," He Nian seemed to think of something suddenly, "I just remembered that there seems to be a tutor tonight..."

Yan Ruizhi raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you just say you wanted to sleep here?"

"I...forgot about it at the time." He Nian's expression was a little guilty.

It stands to reason that there is nothing wrong with this, but Yan Ruizhi is a little unhappy from nowhere.

"Happy New Year." There was no emotion in his tone, "Didn't you say before that you would reduce the frequency?"

Before he could answer, Yan Ruizhi asked again: "Are you still short of money?"

"I haven't!" The New Year's greetings answered firmly this time.

"Then don't go again." Yan Ruizhi watched and said, "It's okay if you ask questions via video like before. It's a waste of time to keep going back and forth."

"I don't object to you going to Beijing Bank for an internship. It's an exercise for you, but if it's just a meaningless part-time job in a hotel, working in a coffee shop, or racing against time to be a tutor..."

"If you have any difficulties, you can tell me directly." Yan Ruizhi closed his eyes and said.

He Nian was taken aback by his sudden interruption, and after listening to the long series of words, he whispered "OK" after a few seconds.

"My tone was a little harsh just now, so don't take it to heart." Yan Ruizhi felt a little lost, and quickly adjusted his mood.

"No!" He Nian immediately spoke for him, "I forgot to mention it myself."

"I said before that we need to improve the service rules!" He finally added, jokingly.

When Yan Ruizhi mentioned this, he lost his temper, and he even felt that his displeasure just now was inexplicable.

He Nian is really already sending WeChat to communicate about tutoring, with a serious expression on his face.

It was the same when he came to his home for the first time. Yan Ruizhi recalled that when he asked him to quit his job in the coffee shop, he immediately agreed, as if he was willing to be managed by him.

Although I did not intend to "restrain" him when I gave the 10 yuan, Yan Ruizhi asked himself that it was not without such thoughts.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have that emotion just now.

Yan Ruizhi looked at him silently for a while.

It wasn't until He Nian finished sending the message that he raised his head, and the two men's eyes met: "Mr. Yan?"

"It's nothing."

Yan Ruizhi pursed his lips, this time he didn't look away: "Come here."

He stood up and walked to the room, He Nian didn't know why, so he followed behind.

Even after Yan Ruizhi closed the bedroom door, He Nian still hadn't reacted.

It wasn't until Yan Ruizhi said, "Have you taken a shower?" that he realized something.

He Nian was stunned. Although his purpose of coming to Yan Rui's house was not simple at the beginning, he didn't expect the development of things to be so fast.

"Aren't you feeling well?" He asked cautiously, not daring to look at him.

"After a day's sleep, I've had a good rest." Yan Ruizhi was wearing a nightgown, while the other person was still naked because he just put away his T-shirt.

"It just so happens that you canceled your tutoring, will you live here tomorrow?" He opened the low cabinet by the bed and asked in a deep voice.

He Nian was still standing where he was.

From the moment he received that piece of clothing, he knew that things were out of control. He originally wanted to go back and tried to regain even a little track, but he didn't expect to enter his room.

But Yan Ruizhi stood in front of him and said some words that adults could understand without hinting. Every sentence was very straightforward, which made his reason pulverized little by little.

As Wen Huai said, you should confess, you should confess.

But being frank means that there is a possibility that this relationship will not be able to stay. Thinking of the conversation just now, he is even less extravagant about the latter.

He walked up to the other party step by step, and called him reverently: "Mr. Yan."

"You should remember what I said yesterday." Yan Ruizhi lowered his head, his eyelashes were long, trembling slightly, and his breathing fluctuated a little.

The short dispute before didn't seem to exist, maybe it was unintentional, maybe it was deliberate, but Yan Ruizhi avoided something.

But this is the original relationship between him and He Nian.

One seemed casual, the other pretended to be old-fashioned, and the two stretched out their hands, sticking together silently.

He Nian hugged him and said that he didn't like kissing, so he would avoid his cheeks and only use his lips to slowly peck other places.

Gradually, both of them became hot, their legs hooked together, their knuckles turning white as they grabbed the sheets, some instincts that didn't need to be hidden finally came to the surface.

The weather in Anjing City in April is quite pleasant, the bedroom window is half closed, and a little moonlight falls in.

The temperature in the room gradually increased, and occasionally the sound of friction and entanglement of silk cloth could be heard.

He Nian is more powerful than he imagined, but he is always gentle and considerate enough.

The other noises were very quiet—the night was very quiet, and they didn't talk much at this time.

One of Yan Rui began to cover his face with his hands, but at a certain moment, the other party bent down because of the movement, the tip of his nose moved down, and then seemed to accidentally rub against his lips.

Both of them were taken aback.

However, He Nian was too close, so close that Yan Ruizhi was a little flustered.

He looked at him with bright eyes, just like what Yan Ruizhi saw when he woke up from the observation room.

Fortunately, he didn't get closer. After the soft cloud-like touch, he moved his lips away as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He Nian was very nervous, but also sincerely apologized: "I... I was not careful."

Yan Ruizhi's back is very thin, and the shape of the two shoulder blades is beautiful, but also a little fragile.

He narrowed his eyes, feeling that this was not an unforgivable mistake: "... Forget it, it's okay."