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Chapter 17

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    Morning.

    A small piece of news broke out in the Qiu Group¡¯s office area.

    Qiu Jiyan, who neither went out on business nor made an appointment to meet guests, unexpectedly failed to go to work on time for the first time.

    It wasn¡¯t until nearly nine o¡¯clock that he sent a WeChat message to his secretary Ding Wan, telling her that he had some special things to deal with today and that he would not come to the company and the regular meeting would be cancelled.

    The fans in the company immediately started Conan mode. The messages in the WeChat group were flying like snowflakes, and they were whispering to each other at the desk.

    No wonder, Mr. Qiu has been a little unusual in recent days.

    Although he still has a rigorous and strict Sanyan style at work, and his appearance and appearance are immaculate, careful women still feel that Mr. Qiu must be from his obviously thin cheeks and increasingly heavy dark circles.  I encountered something unspeakable.

    It¡¯s a pity that Mr. Qiu¡¯s ¡®unspeakable secret¡¯ cannot be ¡®washed away¡¯.

    After another whole night of tossing, Qiu Jiyan finally decided to do as the old Chinese medicine doctor said, he didn¡¯t care about anything. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell needed to find that Xia Wangchuan!

    ¡°After all, I am only twenty-six years old, shouldn¡¯t I report to the position of chief steward of the Royal Household Office early on?

    Qiu Jiyan knows that the masseurs in the palace start working in the afternoon and rest before noon.

    He asked for Xia Wangchuan's phone number from Lin Dawei, who was slightly surprised, and saved it in his mobile phone. When he entered the name, he thought about it and only entered "Xia".

    "Xia's" phone number was connected, and the other party's ring tone was a nice old song, "Wild Lily Also Has Spring."

    "Hello, who are you?"

    "I am Qiu Jiyan!"

    Before Qiu Jiyan¡¯s call came, Xia Wangchuan had just finished writing a page of ¡®Tian Yingzhang¡¯ in regular pen script.

    Over the years, reading "A Dream of Red Mansions" and practicing calligraphy have become indispensable habits in Xia Wangchuan's life.  These preferences were all taught to him by his stepmother He Xiangning during his lifetime.

    His stepmother once told him that in the book "Red Mansions", all kinds of situations and human feelings in the world are described, and many principles of life are hidden.  Reading it frequently will definitely benefit your life.

    And good handwriting is more like painting a different kind of brilliance on the face God has given you.

    Xia Mu, who was still young at that time, seemed to understand these words of her stepmother, but she still followed them all.

    Especiallyespecially when he heard that Qiu Jiyan had been practicing calligraphy since he was a child, he made calligraphy post a required course for him without hesitation.

    During Xia Mu¡¯s teenage years, although the stern and dignified young man came and went in a hurry, he was like a dragonfly touching the water, but never made a splash.

    But for Xia Mu, in that cold winter, her heart was already like a little lotus with sharp corners, and Qiu Jiyan's dragonfly stood firmly on it.

    Spring passes and autumn comes.

    Xia Mu found that as she grew up, she seemed to have fallen into a deep quagmire.

    In the middle of the quagmire was his heart, and in his heart, he missed Qiu Jiyan more and more day by day.

    Maybe it¡¯s because he inherited his biological mother¡¯s aloof and paranoid character, maybe it¡¯s his stepmother¡¯s loving care that makes him feel inexplicably guilty towards Qiu Jiyan, or maybe when Qiu Jiyan approaches him, it happens to be the starting point of Xia Mu¡¯s youth development, and  Maybe it's not because of anything, he just likes him.

    Because I like her but can¡¯t see her, I miss her even more.

    The Doraemon badge was always crystal clear under his caressing it day after day. Looking at the cartoon cat with its mouth open always made Xia Mu have some fantasies from time to time.

    In the fantasy, Doraemon, the ever-changing elf, took him to Qiu Jiyan's house on a cold winter night, got into his bed, and fused his body temperature with his.

    He thought of the quilt, and his eyes couldn't help but look towards the bed.

    ??Sixteen years have passed since they were separated as children. In the blink of an eye, Xia Wangchuan has reached the age of "I want to be caught blind at twenty-eight", but there has never been the smell of a second person in his bed.

    So, what about him?

    the phone is ringing.

    An unfamiliar number, Xia Wangchuan hesitated for a second and answered the call.

    "I am Qiu Jiyan."

    Xia Wangchuan felt his face heat up instantly when he heard the deep voice of the man on the other side of the phone.

    Qiu Jiyan on the phone was still so talkative. In just a few words, he stated his purpose.Feeling embarrassed, he pointed his finger at his body and whispered.

    Xia Wangchuan's eyes widened and quickly returned to normal.

    Although the man in front of him tried his best to remain calm, his usually straight face had an expression that was difficult to express. Especially when he pointed at his lower body, his fingers seemed to be electrocuted and returned immediately at the first touch.

    The place Qiu Jiyan pointed at made Xia Wangchuan a little confused.

    You know, that place is a sensitive place where a man is extremely vulnerable and most in need of protection.

    The possibility of someone touching the acupuncture points there is very slim, especially for someone like Yin Jiyan, who has practiced Taekwondo for more than ten years and knows exactly where he needs protection.

    "If someone touches it intentionally during normal practice, it must be someone who has a big grudge against him. How is that possible!"

    This thought just flashed through his mind, and Xia Wangchuan felt himself shuddering involuntarily.

    ¡°The kick on my butt that night is still fresh in my memory. The force, posture, and especially the figure of that personare really inexplicably similar to Qiu Jiyan.

    I have also thought wildly that if that person is really Mr. Qiu, he must be robbing sex, not wealth.

    And now Mr. Qiu unexpectedly accidentally injured the acupuncture point there No, no.

    This must be a coincidence, a high degree of coincidence.

    "If you touch the acupuncture point, I think I can try it. Then you can lie down."

    Xia Wangchuan spread a white towel on the bed sheet and put his pillow on it. When he moved the pillow, the Doraemon badge was instantly revealed. He grabbed it in his hand and hid it in his pants.  In the bag, I regretted why I had forgotten such an important thing just now.

    Fortunately, Qiu Jiyan was sitting on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes with his back to him, and did not see this scene.

    Qiu Jiyan put on his slippers, took off his suit jacket, looked around, and hung it on a hanger on the side.

    Then take it off?  He was a little hesitant. After all, this was not a 'palace'. There were no massage clothes or a special shower room.

    Xia Wangchuan saw Qiu Jiyan's hesitation.

    For this man who is strict about everything, he must want to take off his coat, trousers, and shirts and hang them up neatly, instead of lying on the bed wearing a shirt and trousers, making wrinkles all over his body.

    "Can you wear my pajamas? They have just been washed and there are really no new ones."

    Xia Wangchuan took out a washed and put away pajamas from the closet.  The pajamas are white and cotton, which he likes. They are a bit like the bathrobes in a hotel, but have a more homely feel.

    But Xia Wangchuan already regretted it as soon as he said it.

    ¡°I should know that the man in front of me may be uncomfortable wearing wrinkles, but wearing other people¡¯s clothes, especially close-fitting pajamas, is probably something he will never accept, right?

    "OK."

    To his surprise, Qiu Jiyan did not express the disgust he imagined, and reached out to take the white pajamas.

    Then, the man sat beside the bed, his long legs seeming to occupy half of the small space in the bedroom.

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    Preview of the next chapter: God Qiu saw Xia Mu¡¯s acrostic poem

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