Dedicated to the silly little white artist

four hundred and eight

Because Zheng He witnessed the divorce of his parents when he was young, coupled with some personal reasons, he would always lower his profile because he cherished something or someone. That was the case when he was in Boss Song’s company back then. At that time, he had just acted in a relatively well-known stage play in H City. The old director's insight immediately determined that Zheng He was the protagonist in a MV planned by their company. Zheng He was very happy. He is the usual The first person in the circle of friends to be signed by a film and television company, signed the contract without even thinking about it, and obeyed the agent's words calmly.

In fact, most of the interpersonal relationships in the artist circle rely on the usual gatherings. Zheng He happened by chance. When he came in, there were no newcomers in the company, and those with a little background were willing to talk to him. Later, the company changed the contract conditions, and those new little artists felt Zheng He has been filming in the company for such a long time and still doesn't know how to do it. In addition, he doesn't stay in the company often, so he has not been able to integrate into the artist circle over time. Occasionally, a few people who have heard of him are also A few descriptions added occasionally when talking about Mr. Bai.

The consequences of not hearing about world affairs for a long time are very serious, Zheng He finally fell in this regard this time.

The car turned into the company's underground parking room. As soon as Mr. Bai put his arms around Zheng He's waist, the elevator opposite opened. Sang Bei came out with a pair of elite glasses, and the timing was accurate.

Zheng He began to doubt at this time. Although the company has been seized, it seems that it has not been officially transferred, right?Why can Boss Song's private elevator be used casually?Or did the elevator cancel the retinal scanning system?

"Mr. Bai, everyone is here." Sang Bei said.

Bai En nodded: "Have you found Boss Song?"

Sang Bei was full of mockery: "I have fled abroad a long time ago, and it is useless to ask him to come here."

"That's right," Bai En bowed his head and said to Zheng He: "Baby, the gifts I gave you before were too insincere. This time, no matter what, you have to promise me and accept what I give, okay?"

Zheng He hadn't thought about it that deeply at this time. After thinking about it, he guessed that Mr. Bai should have found him a new drama and invested a large sum of money. Thinking of this, he was a little awkward, and people were afraid of being a famous pig. Afraid of being strong, Zheng He must have been doomed to play the leading role since he decided to develop a long-term relationship with Mr. Bai. He remembered his decision the night before getting married, and held Mr. Bai back, saying: "I have something to tell You, talk about other things later."

Bai En stopped and said, "Okay, tell me."

Zheng He took a deep breath: "I won't be filming anymore."

"..." Bai En twitched the corner of his mouth: "Are you joking?"

Zheng He closed his eyes and shook his head: "I won't joke with you because of this kind of thing."

Bai En didn't understand very much, held Zheng He's hand, and asked in a deep voice: "Can you tell me the reason? You like filming so much...Of course, if you have already made up your mind, I will respect your choice. "

Zheng He originally thought that he would feel very heavy after talking about this matter, but the reality is that he is relaxed now, as if he has shaken off a big package, his head is empty, and he doesn't want to think about anything. He recalled his I prepared the words a long time ago, and said: "The reason is actually very simple. I think it is impossible for a person to do only one thing in his life. While I am still young and I have made an appointment with you, I want to move from the stage to the backstage." , I can work as a makeup artist with the team, or as an errand runner on the local TV station. I prefer the second option, it’s too much trouble with the team, and it’s not convenient to take you with me.”

Bai En's brows were almost wrinkled into a small hill: "I still don't understand, is this your answer? I don't need you to make any sacrifices for me, I will take good care of you."

Zheng He was startled, he thought that none of the words he said just now seemed to mention that he decided to quit because of Mr. Bai?Or is it because Mr. Bai's sixth sense is too accurate that he guessed what he was thinking?

"Don't think about it, this is my own choice, didn't you say you would respect me?" Zheng He stretched out his hand to smooth the tightness between Bai En's brows, and asked with a smile: "Didn't you say you would give me a gift?" ? Let's go check it out now."

Bai En showed a little hesitation, and he said: "...I think, you may not need that thing now."

Zheng He asked: "Is it the script you have chosen for me? I will retire after filming this film."

"It's not what you think." Bai En unnaturally turned the watch on his left wrist in circles with his right hand. Zheng He also noticed this little movement of the man, and waited for the other party's answer in a good-tempered manner.

After half a minute, Mr. Bai said: "I am the largest shareholder of Boss Song's company. I originally planned to let you visit other people today and transfer it to you when the auction is held next month. Let you run it, but now...will you change your choice because of this?"

Zheng He:"……"

Bai En is very rare and has some expectations: "Of course, it can still be changed now."

Zheng He suddenly squatted down and buried his face in his knees. Mr. Bai was at a loss. He wanted to give Zheng He a unique gift, but he really didn't expect to mess it up.

Zheng He covered his face and said, "Mr. Bai, the gift you gave me was such a surprise to me, it almost made me dumbfounded."

four hundred and nine

When the two of them returned home after finishing their work in the afternoon, Mr. Bai and Zheng He kept silent about Boss Song's upcoming auction. They put their heads against their heads, their legs entangled, and slept soundly.

They were all exhausted, especially Zheng He. Mr. Bai didn't tell him anything. Although he had a very good mental capacity, he was always worried that he would lose his hair.Aunt Li heard that the two of them had come back, she led the two fuzzy dogs that were almost epileptic, tidied up the house, made dinner for the two of them, and left.

In a daze, Bai En could always hear the sound of people walking downstairs. He wanted to open his eyes, but he heard the familiar breathing sound in his ears, and fell asleep again without knowing it.

The sun was slightly westward, and the large clouds were smudged into golden red, and the bedroom was also bright red. Zheng He's sleeping face was stuffed into Mr. Bai's open pajamas.Mr. Bai dreamed that he and his baby were in the swimming pool, and suddenly a black cloud floated over from the sky and stopped directly above his head. A few lightning bolts struck, and the rain began to fall like a sprinkler. Zheng He He was so frightened that he wanted to climb ashore, Bai En grabbed Zheng He's waist to prevent him from leaving, Zheng He began to struggle, his waist twisted and he couldn't hold on to it, his little face turned pale with fright, Mr. The water was about to melt, and I wanted to kiss him. Suddenly, a huge thunder appeared in the black cloud, and it directly hit Zheng He's body. Bai En only felt his head buzzing, as if he was hit by something on the back of the head. , but it was a headache from being hit on the head, and he had a heartache. The pain made him want to die, so he went to scratch Zheng He's face to see if he was burnt. As soon as he stretched out his hand, Zheng He turned his head. He looked at himself in confusion.

Bai En woke up just when he was about to wrap his baby in a towel and get out of the swimming pool. His eyes were so sore that he felt pain even when he opened them. He looked at his arms. He turned over and wanted to get up. Arch out a circle...

If this matter is put in the eyes of ordinary men, they will definitely guess what is causing the trouble at the first time, but the man has just experienced the incomprehensible fragment of "Zheng He was struck by lightning", and his brain is in extreme sadness In this situation, somehow he figured out that Zheng He was dead, and then he searched a lot of ancient books, and finally found a way to resurrect the dead, that is, to eat the man's heart, and match it with a messy Heap things up and regenerate people.

Bai En lovingly (?) silently opened his stomach, and when he opened it, it was Zheng He's little face flushed from sleep. Only then did he remember the ins and outs, tapped his head, and decided to swallow the pills later, lightly Gently put Zheng He's face on the pillow, touched his drool-covered chest, glanced at Zheng He helplessly, took off his pajamas and wiped it casually, and went into the bathroom barefoot.

After Mr. Bai left, Zheng He woke up not long after. He didn't know when he got used to the man's body temperature, just like he didn't know when he fell in love with this man now. At first, he just wanted to get His sponsorship, so I just want to act as a bed partner to please him. Although the man abandoned this once before, he felt that the other party was too ungrateful and ungrateful, and he almost didn't put it on. He has always controlled his behavior very well. good.

Hmm... when is it?Is it really because Mr. Bai is handsome?

Zheng He felt that he was not an appearance association either.

"Crack."

Mr. Bai pushed open the door, and was about to come out dripping with water all over his body. Zheng He skillfully took out a bath towel from the locker and threw it to the man: "Wipe it clean before you come out, you are very easy to get dust like this."

"When did you wake up?" Mr. Bai stood on the mat at the door and wiped it. His muscles looked full of strength under the moisture of the water. Zheng He turned over on the bed and said with his belly open: " Mr. Bai, I think you should become a cover model or a fitness trainer if one day 'Han Xin Tang' becomes popular."

"Okay." Mr. Bai replied.

Zheng He picked out his ears, and asked in disbelief: "You really agree?"

"Why don't you agree?" Mr. Bai walked over with a towel around his waist, pinched Zheng He's face: "I still want to support you."

Zheng He curled his lips: "I can make money myself, OK?"

Mr. Bai shrugged, and suddenly said: "But what you said is quite reasonable. If I were to be the cover model, my former enemies would definitely buy all the magazines and use them to laugh at me. In this way, I can still Raise your worth."

Zheng He rubbed the man's palm: "I found out that you are really a businessman, and you are still thinking about making money at this moment."

"I've said it all, I need enough money to support you." Mr. Bai winked at Zheng He, and his long eyelashes gave him a lot of points for this action.

Zheng He smirked, thinking that even if Mr. Bai really wanted to be a model, he would definitely not be willing to do so.