MTL - The Big Shot’s Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

  Chapter 54 Am I a good person

  Ye Hanzhi stayed up all the time, dealing with things in the study.

  When he heard the door opening from the master bedroom, he thought Tang Zhixi had come out to drink water. But there was no sound of returning.

   So he came out and looked.

  The lights in the living room were not turned on, Tang Zhixi was sitting on the carpet next to the sofa, and there was a lit candle on the coffee table.

  The warm yellow candlelight illuminates the small circle, fighting against the darkness. Warm and peaceful.

  Hearing the movement, Tang Zhixi looked back, saw Ye Hanzhi's appearance, and said, "Haven't slept yet?"

   "Yes." Ye Hanzhi replied warmly. When she got closer, she found that Tang Zhixi was holding an ash press in her hand, and there was an incense burner on the tea table, and she was leveling the ashes in the incense burner.

  His home clothes were too big on Tang Zhixi's body, and his trouser legs and sleeves were rolled up, making Tang Zhixi seem a size smaller than usual.

  The candlelight shone on her face, which also lightened her usual alienation.

  Ye Hanzhi sat on the sofa, keeping a suitable distance from her.

  Tang Zhixi continued to settle down. Turning the incense burner with one hand, and gently smoothing the white ash inside with the side ash press with the other hand.

  The technique is not only professional but also very skilled.

  She said: "I couldn't smell the agarwood in the bedroom, so I came out and moved your things without authorization, and wanted to get another one."

   "You can do whatever you want at home." Ye Hanzhi's voice softened a bit.

   Tang Zhixi didn't speak. The incense burner, the bottle containing the incense powder, and the candle holder are all antiques. And the rest, whether it is the incense spoon, incense shovel, incense sweep, incense seal or the side ash in her hand, are all pure gold.

  If she couldn't calm down, she definitely wouldn't touch it.

   "Like the smell of agarwood?" Ye Hanzhi saw a little sweat on her forehead.

   "Well, it smells good." Tang Zhixi took the incense broom, swept the ash on the wall of the incense burner, and then picked up the side ash and pressed it down.

   Not only agarwood meditation, but also the process of making incense seals.

   After finishing the ashes, Tang Zhixi took the incense seal mold and placed it on the incense ashes. Then he picked up the incense spoon, opened the incense bottle, and scooped the incense powder on the incense seal mold spoon by spoon.

  Fill the mold with a shovel, and put the excess powder back. She turned the handle of the spoon and tapped the incense seal mold, picked it up, and a wishful incense seal was formed.

  After that, Tang Zhixi took a stick of incense and lit it on the candle. Light the incense seal in the incense burner with incense sticks, and cover the lid of the incense burner.

   Light smoke slowly floated up.

   Ended up putting everything back in place.

   Throughout the process, Ye Hanzhi has been watching from the sidelines.

   Now there are very few people who know this. Most young people like to use some perfume, aromatherapy and the like.

  Don't talk about He Yuzhe, his elder brother, who is fifty years old, saw him making these things, and scolded him for being an old antique.

  He didn't expect Tang Zhixi to be able to do it, and he was very skilled in it, definitely not a freshman.

   "Can't sleep?" Ye Hanzhi asked.

  Tang Zhixi propped her elbows on the coffee table, and rested her forehead with her hands: "The third master can feel the pulse, so he should also be able to do acupuncture. Can you knock me unconscious with one needle?"

   "Need it?" Ye Hanzhi raised his eyebrows.

  Tang Zhixi also made a choice, got up and sat on the sofa, and said softly, "It still doesn't work. I'm not very relieved."

  Ye Hanzhi ground his teeth, and finally said without temper: "All right. I don't have a good image in Zhixi's heart."

   Tang Zhixi's eyes were stained with a little smile, and she leaned back on the sofa.

   Both of them were quiet for a while, Tang Zhixi looked at the light smoke wafting from the incense burner, and Ye Hanzhi looked at the candles on the coffee table.

   After a while, Ye Hanzhi looked at Tang Zhixi: "Do you want to go back to sleep?"

   "Do you have any books?" Tang Zhixi looked at him.

   "Yes, what do you want to see? I'll get it."

   "Anything is fine, preferably in English." Tang Zhixi said, "English is easy to get sleepy."

   "I see." Ye Hanzhi smiled, got up and went to the study.

   After a while, he came out with a few books: "Is poetry anthology okay?"

   "Well, sleepy faster."

  Tang Zhixi reached out to pick it up, but Ye Hanzhi didn't give it to her, and put a few books on the coffee table.

   "I'll read it to you." Ye Han said.

   Tang Zhixi froze for a moment, and said, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

   "When you sleep, I will go to sleep."

  Tang Zhixi raised her eyebrows, her eyes were meaningful.

   "Get up, I'll pull the sofa away." Ye Hanzhi said, "I'll read to you right here, and sleep here when you're sleepy. By the way, check if I'm a good person or not?"

   Tang Zhixi didn't move. She crossed her legs, leaning her elbows on the back of the sofa and her forehead, in a cool pose.

  Seeing that she was not moving, Ye Hanzhi leaned over slightly, and brought the distance between them closer: "Sister Xi, do you dare?"

  The two looked at each other, one was like Qingxue, the other was like a blood moon.

   After a while, Tang Zhixi looked away and stood up: "Pull away."

   The tone is a bit fierce.

  Ye Hanzhi stood up straight and laughed, then pulled the sofa away.

  Although it is not as big as a bed, it will definitely not be uncomfortable to sleep on it.

   Tang Zhixi leaned on the back of the sofa that was half short, her legs could just stretch out on the unfolded sofa.

  Ye Hanzhi went to get another quilt, and gently placed it on Tang Zhixi's body. He brought another pillow to her: "Put your waist down."

   "Huh?" Tang Zhixi straightened the quilt on her body.

   "Isn't it uncomfortable to hang from your waist?" Ye Hanzhi sat on the edge of the sofa, picked up the poetry collection, and flipped through it.

  He saw her hanging on the sofa when he came out of the room just now.

  Through the large home clothes, you can feel the thin and soft waist. He just glanced at it, but didn't dare to look again.

   "Good waist." Tang Zhixi put the pillow under her waist, her tone was very casual, light and cold, obviously not taking the word seriously.

  But Ye Hanzhi's hand holding the book suddenly exerted force, and a finger print was pressed on the book. He closed his eyes and took a light breath.

  The voice was a little hoarse when he spoke again: "I'm starting."

   "Yes." Tang Zhixi found a comfortable position.

   "When Day Is Done. If the day is done, If birds sing no more"

  Tang Zhixi turned her head to look at him, her face under the candlelight became even more enchanting, as if she had cast a strong light on Yaoye.

  She always thought that Ye Hanzhi's voice was the best she had ever heard. A little low, with a little bit of unique Beijing accent, but very clear.

   Very expensive voice.

  After listening for a while, Tang Zhixi closed her eyes. Smelling the scent of agarwood and hearing Ye Hanzhi's voice, he soon fell asleep.

Ye Hanzhi read for a long time, with a slow voice, until she felt that Tang Zhixi had fallen into a deep sleep, then she put the book on the coffee table, got up gently, slowly lowered the back of the sofa, and then lifted it up for her Covered with a quilt.

  Ye Hanzhi's home clothes are too big, Tang Zhixi wears them, the neckline is tilted to the left at first, revealing her beautiful collarbone. Now tilted to the right again.

  Ye Hanzhi covered her with a quilt, moved his eyes away from her face, and inadvertently landed on her neckline.

  He saw a red scar on his collarbone.

  Because of the cover of the clothes, only a small part can be seen. Three streaks of different lengths, as if scratched by something.

  Ye Hanzhi's gaze paused for a moment, and then his gaze moved to Tang Zhixi's face again.

   After watching quietly for a while, he went to the study to get the computer, and then went to the chair by the French window. While working, he guarded Tang Zhixi from a distance.

   The English part is a collection of Tagore's poems. WhenDayIsDone When DayIsDone is gone

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  (end of this chapter)