Dedicated to the silly little white artist

一

Mr. Bai had just passed his 20th birthday when he first arrived in country C. The thin boy with half-length pale blond hair looked so harmless.

Of course, after several years, everyone who knew him finally understood that it was just 'look'.

BEACHER top floor.

A windowless corridor led directly to the bright office day and night. Candy straightened her suit, her fingers paused when she knocked on the door panel: "Bai Dong, I'm Candy."

"Enter."

Opening the door, Mr. Bai sat on the sofa, looked at the documents in his hand with a cold expression, saw Candy standing three meters away from the desk, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Candy lowered her eyes: "Boss Song has reserved a room, please do me a favor."

"Boss Song..." Mr. Bai stood up, picked up the white silk gloves on the table and put them on, suddenly stopped and carefully arranged each seam in one direction, squinted his eyes for a moment, and asked: " Is this glove crooked?"

Candy didn't answer.

Mr. Bai looked again, corrected the slight arc that was too weak to be noticed, and then said: "Well, I know about it."

"What do you mean?" Candy asked.

"Tell him: save me a seat."

two

Mr. Bai and Boss Song have a close relationship. Boss Song has opened a medium-sized film and television company in H City. He is a strange man who makes it his life’s career to sell his family’s artists to people in the circle. Mr. Bai worked with him a few years ago. I hired a boy with good qualifications, and later the two separated because of some unpleasant things. Mr. Bai and Boss Song also had a relationship. This invitation is very thought-provoking.

He hadn't made up his mind yet, when Boss Song saw him, he pulled him to sit in the middle of the crowd, enthusiastically introduced him to the few good-looking men and women beside him, and he would definitely let him take one away today.

Mr. Bai smiled but said nothing, turned his head to sip his whiskey, and acted carelessly. Boss Song talked to him a few more words, and seeing that he was really not interested, he left in embarrassment.

Just when he thought he would be so boring tonight, a young man accidentally got out of a taxi from the window next to him, and the car keys were thrown away by someone beside him before he walked a few steps. From the shape of his lips, he deduced that the person should be Asking the young man to stop, Mr. Bai thought that the two of them might argue for a while, after all, the young man was also a guest, but the next scene was far beyond his expectation, the young man took the tip and helped the man park the car.

There are still such people in this world.

He was still remembering what he saw just now, the next moment the boy who parked the car appeared in front of his eyes, Mr. Bai was stunned, and after recovering from his senses, he played a little playfully, and said with a joke: "Brother who reversed the car?"

The boy's face suddenly turned red.

It's so interesting.Mr. Bai thought.

This boy's innocence is so interesting, but I don't know if it is still the same in bed.

three

The boy's name was Zheng He, and he was a little older than Mr. Bai had expected. Perhaps it was because the lights were too dim. Wherever he looked, he could only see the childish cheeks and beautiful lips.

Zheng He sat beside him, and Mr. Bai's eyes wandered inch by inch. Zheng He seemed to feel it, his body became more and more tense, and his butt, which was tightly wrapped by his pants, seemed extra round.

Although the face is not very good, but the figure is not bad.

While talking casually to Zheng He, Mr. Bai put his hand on his shoulder, squeezed it, and frowned secretly. Is this still a man? The touch is full of soft fat, and his interest is greatly reduced. Mr. Bai suddenly feels boring. The boy was nothing like his type.

"That... Mr. Bai." Zheng He whispered.

"Huh?" Mr. Bai asked softly. Although he is not interested in this young man, he will not be stingy with his hypocrisy.

Zheng He died with his eyes closed and suddenly lay down in his arms.

Mr. Bai was slightly startled, and then he smiled uncontrollably. It was the first time he met this kind of person, who was obviously innocent and wanted to die, but he pretended to be coquettish.

"Zheng He, are you throwing yourself into your arms?" Mr. Bai touched the fleshy lips of Zheng He in his arms with his cold fingertips. It was very soft and warm. Mr. Bai thought it might be this boy. The only place on my body that I can be satisfied with.

Zheng He was startled by him, and ran away in a hurry.

Mr. Bai didn't try to stop it, none of the prey he was eyeing could escape - he enjoyed the process of chasing.

four

Boss Song pulled a woman to sit beside him, and Mr. Bai knew what was going to happen even if he didn't look up.

"Are you satisfied?" Boss Song asked.

"Which one are you talking about?" Mr. Bai smiled half a smile.

"The one next to you just now," Boss Song turned to look at the woman beside him, who reminded him: "Zheng He." Boss Song continued, "It's called Zheng He."

"He also belongs to your company?"

"Well, old man."

Mr. Bai propped his chin and thought about it. He really didn't decide whether to agree or not. He was very satisfied with Zheng He, but he also knew that he didn't like Boss Song in every part of his body, including his pubic hair.

The woman next to him interjected, "Zheng He is a nice guy, it's his first time."

Boss Song knew Mr. Bai's habits, so he quickly stopped and said, "It's not your turn to speak yet!"

Mr. Bai's heart moved slightly, he didn't care about such trivial matters, and asked seriously: "Do you mean his front or back? I don't believe he has never had sex once."

The woman and Boss Song were speechless for a moment, and the woman said, "This...do you take this seriously?"

"Yes," Mr. Bai said bluntly, "I like clean ones."

The woman was relieved: "Zheng He is very clean, you don't have to worry about that."

Mr. Bai recalled Zheng He's every move, and his words were vague: "... I hope."

He won't be so clean anytime soon.

五

Mr. Bai is a very complicated person.

On the one hand he liked Zheng He and on the other hand he hated him.

With this nearly twisted heart, his almost three-year-old body tasted the taste of a young boy for the first time.

Zheng He lay on his chest and smoked, and everything became hazy between the smoke.

Mr. Bai caressed Zheng He's naked back. He didn't have lust and just wanted to comfort him. Zheng He was so itchy that he wanted to laugh. The cigarette he was holding was shaking all the time, and a lot of ash fell on Mr. Bai.

"You don't look like an uncle at all." Zheng He said, tugging at Mr. Bai's few gray hairs caused by too much work in the past few years.

Mr. Bai said very frankly: "I also feel that I am not old."

"Haha," Zheng He buried himself in Mr. Bai's chest and laughed, "You are so narcissistic in what you said, I really didn't see that you are like this!"

"There are so many things you don't know." Mr. Bai thoughtfully took the cigarette from Zheng He's finger to avoid getting burned.

The corners of Zheng He's lips curled into a smile: "Then, will I have a chance to know about you in the future?"

"Of course," Mr. Bai rolled over and held Zheng He down: "What else do you want to know? I'll tell you everything."

Zheng He twisted and twisted under him with a smile: "You can't, you will never be able to answer my question."

"Are you sure?" Mr. Bai asked.

"Of course, if you can't answer, I will punish you." Zheng He vowed.

Mr. Bai shrugged: "Just ask, I'm more than happy."

Zheng He rolled his eyes and smiled wickedly: "Then you...tell me how many hairs you have."

Mr. Bai: "..."