little lover

Xie Chun drove over to fight. Zhuo Yifan had nothing wrong with him, except that when the tent fell down, he got entangled in it. Zhuo Yifan didn't care at all. He crawled out from inside and wiped his mouth first, then glared at Han Qiaoye angrily.

Xie Chunkai went to help him, but Han Qiaoye saw that he was about to move again, and the little white hair over there immediately took a defensive posture, clenched his hands into fists, which looked professional, and it looked like he had practiced it.

Han Qiaoye's face was bruised, and the corners of his mouth were broken, which was enough to prove that this kid was good at boxing and kicking.

Xie Chunkai had no choice but to put Han Qiaoye aside first, and let someone give him medicine. Over there, Zhuo Yifan tore off the blanket wrapped around him in twos and twos, and stood ten meters away from them. Who would ask? It doesn't make sense, just like the saw-mouthed gourd.

The tent next to it was completely scrapped, and several of the supporting aluminum alloy brackets were broken and scattered in a pile.

Xie Chunkai evacuated all the people around him, took the medicine box and applied medicine to Han Qiaoye, and said, dumbfounded, "What are you two doing, how old are you, and you are still arguing with a child, you can't let anything go ah?"

Han Qiaoye looked unhappy, and said to him, "Don't worry about this."

Xie Chunkai asked again: "Is the talk between you two broken down?"

Han Qiaoye said, "Don't ask."

Xie Chunkai thought for a while, but couldn't help asking: "You haven't caught up yet, have you? Qiao Ye, if you can't, then replace me. I think I can still..."

Han Qiaoye patted the table and stared at him, gritted his teeth and said, "Xie Chunkai!"

Mr. Xie held a piece of cotton wool and raised his hands in surrender, and said with a smile, "Just kidding, just a little joke."

Han Qiaoye said, "Don't make fun of him."

Xie Chunkai looked at him carefully, and asked tentatively, "Are you serious?"

Han Qiaoye hummed, frowned a little annoyedly, and looked up at Zhuo Yifan. Seeing the child sitting with his back turned to him, he could only lower his voice and say, "Help me to see him. The tent fell down just now." It seems that the back of his hand is hurt a little, give him some medicine for scratches."

Xie Chunkai agreed and passed.

Zhuo Yifan was quite polite to everyone except Han Qiaoye. Although he was less talkative than when he first came here, he also took the medicine Xie Chunkai gave him, and raised his hand to shake it, saying that he didn't hurt much.

Zhuo Yifan wanted to go back, but he was halfway out, and it was inconvenient to turn back. The mountains were too far away from the city and he couldn't go without a car.

Zhuo Yifan said to Xie Chun: "Brother Xie, you put me at the hotel later, and I will ask the hotel to call a car for me."

Xie Chunkai touched the tip of his nose, and said a little embarrassedly, "This is really impossible."

Zhuo Yifan immediately became wary of him, thinking that this person might be with Han Qiaoye.

Xie Chunkai explained to him: "Actually, that hotel hasn't opened yet. It's a project I planned to develop just this year. Now I have packed up two or three sets. There is no problem with accommodation, but I really don't have a car to go back to the city at night, you know. Yes, it will take two or three hours to drive here..." He glanced down at his watch, thought for a while and said, "Or let me tell everyone, I will push the rest of the things and send you back first ?”

Now it's Zhuo Yifan's turn to feel a little bit sorry. These people are all here for Xie Chunkai, and it's not all for fun. He also heard Xie Chunkai discuss business matters with these people. Why is he bothering Xie Chunkai to be alone? Give yourself a treat.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't bear to disturb the situation, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to stay here with them overnight.

In the evening, everyone arrived at the place where they lived. The place Xie Chunkai arranged was a courtyard in the mountains. The courtyard itself is a complete set of gardens, the highest is no more than three floors, and some antique courtyards from before are preserved in the front, which is very well built. The circular arches and corridors go around, and it is easy to get lost in it if no one leads the way in front.

What Xie Chunkai asked to clean up was a small courtyard, more than enough to accommodate a dozen of them.

Han Qiaoye and Zhuo Yifan didn't come out to eat at dinner time. Both of them had food delivered to their room and hid themselves.

The others didn't dare to express their anger. Although they were curious, none of them dared to ask in person.

The young masters of the Han family spoke seriously, that is, the elder and younger are better, Han Er and Han San have the same temper, and Han Er has a sullen face that no one should enter, as if everyone owes him money Well, Han San holds grudges even more than his second brother. Although he has a smile on his face, you don't know which words offend this master. Just wait to be dealt with later.

Xie Chunkai didn't think it was a big deal. Han Qiaoye and that kid seemed to be having a fight now.

The kind of two people who ignore each other, turn their heads and don't speak to each other.

Xie Chunkai thought about it, and went to deliver a plate of fruit to Zhuo Yifan himself.

When the door of the room was knocked open, the kid with white hair had just finished taking a shower, his hair was scrubbed frizzy, a big towel was hung around his neck, he was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in a T-shirt and shorts, holding his phone with both hands He was replying to the message with a grim face.

Xie Chunkai asked curiously, "Yifan, who are you chatting with?"

"Who else could it be?" Zhuo Yifan gritted his teeth and said, "Han Qiaoye sent me a message saying that he would forgive me as long as I bowed my head and admitted my mistake. Who does he think he is? My master has never talked to me like that before!"

Xie Chunkai: "..."

Xie Chunkai said: "He is upstairs above you, if you have any misunderstandings before, why don't you meet and talk?"

Zhuo Yifan refused without hesitation, and said, "I don't want it."

Xie Chunkai felt that the two of them were childish ghosts. The upstairs and downstairs were only a few steps away, and they were arguing with their mobile phones more than ten meters away.

He smiled, picked up an apple, peeled it, and carefully removed the core, cut it into pieces and put it away, and asked, "Yifan, eat some fruit? I see that you didn't eat much at night. You just want a bowl of plain noodles." How is it enough?"

Zhuo Yifan said, "Yes."

That's what he said, but the faces of the quarreling person upstairs and him were distorted, and the sound of typing was "slapping", and he was too absorbed in what the person next to him said, but he didn't even hear it.

Xie Chunkai sat there watching him for a while, feeling a little liking in his heart. He had never been in contact with children of this age group before, so he watched him for a while with an observation mentality. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him. It's a pity.

The kid is now completely attracted to Han Qiaoye, and I'm afraid I won't be able to see him.

Xie Chunkai sat for a while, and when he got up to leave, Zhuo Yifan was still typing with his head down, looking like an irritated little leopard.

When the quarrel was over, Zhuo Yifan couldn't even take a bite.

He was full of gas.

Upstairs, Han Qiaoye had a calm demeanor. He sat there and continued to flirt with the child. Little fools were especially easy to be influenced. A few times he felt that the child wanted to calm down, so he said a few words, "You Master didn’t teach it well.” “I can see that your master is like this at first glance.” Immediately, the other side jumped up and continued to quarrel with him.

Han Qiaoye was so contented that the bruise on his face didn't hurt much anymore.

After a while, Han Qiaoye got up again and made a call on the landline, calling for room service: "Is the hot spring downstairs available?"

The microphone quickly said: "Of course, do you need it? We can ask professionals to help you turn on the water and adjust the temperature."

Han Qiaoye said, "Okay." He thought for a while, and then asked, "Are there any little yellow ducks, the kind that children play in baths?"

The microphone was well-trained and said, "Yes, do you need it?"

Han Qiaoye laughed, and said, "By the way, let's take two, the kids at home like these."

There was a promise.

Han Qiaoye listened to the jingling sound on the phone, and at a glance, he knew that the kid downstairs had already turned into a puffer fish, and if he continued to tease him, he would rush up to hug him and die together.

Han Qiaoye fiddled with the phone with his fingers, and as soon as his lips lifted up, he hissed in pain and cursed in a low voice, "Little thing, you're really ruthless."

He thought of a way to make Zhuo Yifan angrier, lying on the bed with his arms on his head and looking at the ceiling, and didn't answer him a word.

The phone rang for a while, then fell silent.

Han Qiaoye couldn't help laughing again.

He waited for a while, then heard a faint sound in the yard outside, got up, walked to the window of the small hall outside and stood there, looking down, it was indeed Zhuo Yifan who had gone out.

Zhuo Yifan only went out after receiving a call from the guest room. The courtyard he lived in was separated from other people. It was a corner. Bamboo and other trees were planted around him. One hot spring pool.

The waiter came over and filled the water for him, and enthusiastically introduced the benefits of the hot springs here: "They are all natural hot springs, and the water quality is good. After climbing the mountain for a day, soaking in it is the best way to relieve fatigue."

Zhuo Yifan tried the temperature, feeling a little itchy in his heart, and then raised his head and asked him, "This is an open-air hot spring, right? It's covered by these trees next to it. Will people see it while soaking?"

The waiter misunderstood, because Zhuo Yifan's side courtyard was in the corner, and it was separated separately. She had to walk through a corridor and pass through the arch to get to the other courtyard. She subconsciously thought it was the other guests who came together, so she smiled and said: "No, don't worry, people outside can't see it."

Zhuo Yifan felt relieved.

The waiter left him a bathrobe and left, never thinking that there was another guest living in this separate three-story building.

Zhuo Yifan walked around the small hot spring pool, hesitated for a moment, and took off his T-shirt in the shadow of the tree.

Han Qiaoye was lighting a cigarette when he saw it suddenly. He paused with the hand holding the lighter, squinted his eyes and stood by the window and continued to stare downstairs.

The people downstairs have already taken off their clothes. They are between teenagers and young people. They are healthy and fair. Their limbs are slender and strong. When they bent over to take off their shorts, their waists were very thin. It was just a back that was also full of vigor and vitality. attention.

Han Qiaoye looked from top to bottom, along the fair back, and landed on the looming waist.