Master lend me two dollars

When Bai Hongxi arrived at the airport, he took a look outside. It was very smoggy today. The big screen at the entrance showed that there were many planes grounded. Bai Hongxi sat in the lounge and took a photo with his mobile phone. The misty airstrip was sent to Xiang Tu.

After a while, he replied to Tu.

- are you on the plane

Bo Hongxi looked at his watch.

- No, it's foggy today, I don't know if it will be later.

- Just come back later and give me a warm bed.

Bo Hongxi quickly replied with a smile while holding the phone.

-It's so good to be a civilized driver, please have some morals.

"Bai Hongxi, can you restrain yourself a little bit," Liang Ze frowned, almost blind, "I'm getting on the plane."

Bo Hongxi ignored him.

- I'm on the plane, okay.

Xiang Tu looked at the phone and replied with a smile.

-mwah.

...

Bai Hongxi didn't return to the hotel until after ten o'clock in the evening.

This is a year-end music festival, and there are still about five days before that day, but today I told Bai Hongxi a theme and asked him to compose a song within these five days.

On the spot, Bo Hongxi wanted to grab the head of the planner and pluck his hair.

Fuck you.

It's been less than a week, and he hasn't written it at all.

"I won't participate," Bai Hongxi took off the scarf around his neck and threw it on the sofa. "I won't at all, five days? Write a fucking fart."

Liang Ze looked quite calm, and looked up at Bai Hongxi: "Life must be full of challenges. This is a year-end music festival. You should think about it, opportunities are not so good."

Liang Ze knew that Bai Hongxi was just complaining, so he would definitely try to find a solution honestly.

Bo Hongxi ignored him, sat on a chair with a cup of hot milk in his arms, and remained silent.

"May I find you a lyrics writer to help you?"

Bai Hongxi took a big sip of milk: "Liang Ze, you are getting more and more boring now, do you know that?"

"I don't know." Liang Ze opened a dozen files and looked down, "It doesn't matter if I am interested, as long as you are interested."

Bo Hongxi stood up and waved his hands: "Hurry up, I don't want to see you."

Liang Ze sorted out the information and stood up: "You should think about the song carefully, there is still a program to be recorded tomorrow."

"Go away." Bo Hongxi said and pushed Liang Ze out.

He wants to call right now.

Lying on the bed, Bai Hongxi took out the phone and dialed Xiangtu's number.

Xiang Tu picked it up very quickly: "Hello, have you arrived at the hotel yet?"

Bai Hongxi hummed: "That bastard Liang Ze forced me to write a song in five days, five days, come and save me."

Xiang Tu smiled: "Little Superman, didn't you sing while eating this morning?"

"Little Superman has no energy now," Bai Hongxi turned over and lay down on the bed and sighed, "It's okay to sing me, but I can't write it."

"I don't have the energy to eat a Snickers bar," Xiang Tu said.

"Damn," Bo Hongxi said with a smile, "Did you take money from others? There is no seam in this advertisement."

"When will you be back?" Xiang Tu asked.

Bai Hongxi turned the other side: "I don't know, but there may be no hope before Christmas. I want to participate in the annual music festival that night."

"It's okay, I'll watch it on TV."

"I had a good plan," Bai Hongxi sniffed, "have a candlelight dinner or something, and then book a hotel."

"Book a hotel?" Xiang Tu deliberately underlined the sentence Bai Hongxi said, "I'll do the hotel booking, just lie down."

Bai Hongxi immediately made up the plot in his mind, and instantly recalled the feeling of pinching Xiang Tu's waist, and whispered with a little hot face: "I can't kill you."

Xiang Tu repeated over there: "Well, I can't kill you."

"Damn it," Bai Hongxi rolled over his carp and clicked his tongue: "A good phone call, what kind of pollution did you make?"

"I'm so wronged," Xiang Tu took a sip of water from his cup, "You don't have to set the air conditioner at night, it's always on."

The south does not have heating like the north, and if the air conditioner is not turned on all the time at night, Bai Hongxi uses the trick of kicking the quilt, and the next day will definitely turn into a glass flower again.

"Well, it's been on all the time."

Xiang Xiang suddenly thought of something: "Hey, where is your prince? Who will feed him after you leave."

"It should be the cleaning aunt." Bai Hongxi thought for a while, "Then you can pick it up for you tomorrow."

"Hey...you are really not suitable for pets, you can only watch from the side." Xiang Tu sighed.

Bai Hongxi laughed twice: "Maybe so, then it's just right for you to let me watch."

The two chatted for a while and then hung up the phone. Bo Hongxi looked at the empty big bed and rolled on it twice.

I really want to sleep in the bed I slept in last night.

No prospects.

Bo Hongxi, you are really worthless.

Last night was the first time that Bai Hongxi slept in the same bed with someone else. He used to be very repulsive. Even Chai Songyang would be kicked off the bed if he wanted to chat with him at night or rub against him.

But when I woke up, someone was hugging me, and there was someone next to me who was as hot as myself, and it felt really great.

It's like if you don't eat durian and think durian is smelly, you really can't put it down after eating it.

As a result, he is a little bit resistant to sleeping alone now.

Bai Hongxi was wrapped in a quilt and flipped through, ah!It's just so worthless.

...

After recording the show in the afternoon, Bai Hongxi returned to the hotel. After Liang Ze answered the phone, he said to him, "The lyric writer I found for you has arrived. I'll take him to your room to find you in a while."

Bai Hongxi nodded and returned to the room.

After a while, Bo Hongxi heard a knock on the door, and he walked over to open the door.

Liang Ze was followed by a man wearing a hat.

"He wrote all the songs in your album of the same name in "Intentional Lasso" last time." Liang Ze patted the man on the shoulder and said, "You guys have a good conversation."

Looking at his slightly raised face, Bo Hongxi almost slammed the door shut: "You Ying?"

"...Yeah, it's me." You Ying raised her face and smiled at him.

Bo Hongxi: "..."

Yeah, your mother is big, didn't this idiot get beaten to death by Xiang Tuna's only friend, how could he still come out alive and make trouble.

"You guys know each other?" Liang Ze looked at Bai Hongxi, "It's worth my fart to introduce you here, let's go."

Bo Hongxi wanted to shut him out but it was too late, the idiot had already aimed at the gap and got in.

Bai Hongxi walked towards him: "Why didn't you get killed?"

"...Why did you say hello in such a special way when you first came up?" You Ying sat down on the sofa, "You are not polite at all."

"There are even more impolite ones," Bo Hongxi pointed to the door, "Go out."

"No, I'm here to make money, I'm short of money now," You Ying shook her head resolutely, "Don't be so hostile to me, I actually have a pretty good relationship with Brother Xiang."

"Oh?" Bo Hongxi crossed his arms and wanted to laugh, "Then he picked up the vase and prepared to open it for you? This relationship is good enough."

"It was an accident." You Ying rubbed her hands together in embarrassment.

"The face is really fucking big," Bai Hongxi glanced at him, "the door is there, get out of here."

"Can you stop hating me so much because of what happened to me that night," You Ying spread her hands, "It's a pity that I'm homeless."

Bo Hongxi thought to himself, it's a face for not beating you to death.

Really shameless.

You Ying looked at Bai Hongxi's face: "Didn't Brother Xiang tell you about me and my brother?"

"Why did he tell me? And I don't want to know." Bai Hongxi sat on another sofa.

"Aren't you two... together?" You Ying asked tentatively with wide-eyed eyes.

"..." Bo Hongxi really wanted to say, Diamond Eyes, my classmate, how the hell did you know that we were just two days apart.

Bo Hongxi changed into a calmer posture, crossed his legs and asked him: "You...how did you know that?"

"You stopped Brother Xiang from beating me that night, and I could see it. Brother Xiang's temper, he actually listened to you instead of beating you together, so the relationship must be unusual." You Ying saw through with a face All expressions nodded.

Bo Hongxi: "..."

"Brother Xiang has only played with my brother since I met him. Before, I always thought he was interested in my brother. Fortunately, fortunately."

Bo Hongxi: "..."

Xiang Tu told him that You Ying was fostered at Jiang Feng's house since childhood.

Now it seems that the relationship is really complicated.

"Then you are very lucky that you were not killed." Bo Hongxi sighed from the side.

"It's a beating," You Ying said miserably, "My brother locked me up. I finally escaped and tried to find him, but he didn't see me again..."

Live it!

It is also a miracle that this EQ similar to that of Cui Yan can write "Intentional Lasso".

"Stop," Bo Hongxi waved his hand, "I don't want to hear about your shameless experience."

You Ying sniffled: "Well, I'll help you write songs, can you tell brother Xiang for me to say something nice for me?"

"No." Bo Hongxi pointed to him and then to the door.

"Don't be like this, can you understand the heart of a person who is unable to court you?" You Ying looked at Bai Hongxi with a bitter face.

"Do you not understand what I'm saying?" Bo Hongxi stood up and squinted at You Ying, "Do I have to impress you?"

Just as Bo Hongxi was about to push him out, he felt the phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out and looked at it, then put it to his ear and answered it.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Where did you put the prince's snacks, I can't catch it all the time." Xiang Tu said over there.

"It's in the cabinet under the TV." Bo Hongxi lowered his eyes and looked at You Ying who was nestled on the sofa. "I have a fugitive here now."

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