Dedicated to the silly little white artist

430 two

When Zheng He was cut off halfway by the police and taken to the police station miserably, Mr. Bai came in with this attitude——

Wearing a white suit, Ray-Ban metal sunglasses, and a slim waist, Zheng He turned his attention to the fluffy white ball in Mr. Bai's arms: "What is that?"

Mr. Bai showed his dog's face, and said lightly, "It's for you."

Zheng He said tactfully (?) "I don't want it."

"Then throw it away." Mr. Bai was more tactful than him, and he let go of his hand as if to throw it away.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Zheng He was in a hurry. If it weren't for the iron fence between them, he would have rushed over to pick up the dog: "This is a small life, why don't you have any sense of being the owner?" No!?"

"I'm not its owner." Mr. Bai grabbed the dog's foot with one hand and made Zheng He look at the Samoyed dog with the other: "You are his owner."

The Samoyed stuck out his tongue and smeared Zheng He's face with saliva, and wagged his tail cheerfully: "Woof! Woof!"

Zheng He:"……"

Dy coughed twice, and said: "Mr. Bai, Mr. Zheng, although I know you are eager to arrange the rest of this dog's life, can you solve the problem first?"

"Almost forgot the business." Mr. Bai stuffed the dog into the gap next to the iron fence with one hand, and turned to look at the captain next to him: "Why did you lock him in?"

The captain scratched his head: "This is the wrong person, Lao Bai, have you messed with someone recently? I have a case here, come and take a look."

Mr. Bai nodded and knocked on the iron bars: "Let him out first."

Zheng He came here in heavy wind and rain. When he heard that this matter was related to Mr. Bai, he was relieved at that time, knowing that he was definitely fine.The little police officer unlocked the door, and he still had time to smile at the police officer who was obviously embarrassed because he caught the wrong person, and comforted him: "It's okay, it's a good thing you are responsible."

Mr. Bai beckoned to him, and Zheng He ran over. The man was not very happy and whispered: "How can you chat with anyone?"

"I am naturally popular." Zheng He said boldly.

430 three

When Mr. Bai was talking about business, Zheng He seldom went in to mingle. He sat in the office with his dog in his arms. I gave this dog away when I went out. I saw it was so frightened by a few women, and I felt that the little guy was so pitiful. Anyway, I already had those two rambunctious dogs at home, and there was no difference. .

Zheng He remembers that someone told him before that families without children usually have dogs, and gays are even more so. There is a particularly interesting couple. They have a bad relationship. Even if they cheat for more than 30 days a month, they can’t live together. They bought the house and furniture together. Neither of them is willing to take advantage of the small things. Everything is worth five or five cents. It's the turn of the two dogs. The dogs have a good relationship, so let's separate. On the first day, he began to draw blood and not eat, so that the two people who raised the dog as their son decided to live together for the dog after separation, but they could not deprive each other of the right to a second spring. After a few months, seven years later The itch passed, and we were in love again.

Zheng He stroked the dog's head and began to be happy, thinking that if he had a conflict with Mr. Bai in the future, the man would not want him anymore. There are still three dogs here, and they can't tell them apart. After a year or so, the conflict is probably long gone. Gone.

"Why are you giggling?" Mr. Bai stepped out and stroked Zheng He's hair.

Zheng He was speechless, he found himself brushing his dog's hair, and Mr. Bai came over to stroke his hair, it was really one thing: "The question is over?" he asked.

Mr. Bai nodded: "It's not a big deal at first, but turn off your mobile phone first, I want to borrow them."

"Okay," Zheng He's mobile phones are mostly colleagues at work, he has few friends, and most of them are not in H City now, and no one is likely to ask him: "Should I use the card or the mobile phone?"

Mr. Bai looked back at the captain, and the other party said: "The card is fine, you keep the phone number, and the credit card you applied for with your mobile phone, we can guarantee that we will not investigate."

Zheng He smiled: "I don't have a credit card." All the money he earned was directly transferred to Mr. Bai's account, and if he needed money, he would directly swipe the man's card. He was really poor and white.

The team leader took a deep look at Mr. Bai, and said inexplicably, "You really have skills."

Mr. Bai shook hands with him: "You are welcome."

430 four

Both Mr. Bai and Zheng He's naming skills must be zero.

Huskies would just be 'Zheng He', 'Stupid Dog', 'Husky' shouting, especially for Schnauzers, and they would be called directly by breed. Anyway, it is enough for dogs to understand. The new wave of crisis has just passed. Suddenly there was a two-month-old Samoyed at home. Zheng He and Mr. Bai started to look at each other when they got home and sat on the sofa, which could barely be regarded as a spiritual connection.

Mr. Bai asked, "What's your name?"

Zheng He scratched his head: "Where do I know what the name is? My old mother gave me my name. I have been called a eunuch for almost 30 years. Fortunately, my little Ding Ding is so strong that even being cursed like this can not fall down."

"Don't talk about those useless things," Mr. Bai said, "Think about the dog's name."

Zheng He was in a hurry, why is his penis useless?Just as he was about to argue with the man, he saw the big head of Samoyed Emperor trying to get close to Mr. Bai's legs. Samoyed's hair was long and white, and Mr. Bai watched the black trousers he had just changed become mottled. Yes, with a sharp eye.

To say that a dog understands human nature, it took less than half a day to know who was the least to be messed with in the family, and shivered and hid behind the sofa.

Zheng He laughed and complained: "How old is he, he still cares about like a dog."

"It's not a question of whether to care about it or not," Mr. Bai began to get serious with Zheng He again: "A dog is like a human being. You have to tell him what can be touched and what can't be touched, so that it can be regarded as a dog. What is it for?"

"Look for food." Zheng He replied without any pressure.

Mr. Bai sighed straight away: "Sometimes you are no match for a dog."

"Fart." Zheng He stretched out his foot to kick the man's leg: "Are you sleeping with a dog?"

"Do you have a dog that can read people's faces? When you are hungry, will you come over and ask me for food? Dogs also know how to look after the house. You bring outsiders to your lounge every day." Mr. Bai said and squeezed Zheng He's stomach twitched.

Zheng He was pinched by him, so at noon today, he asked a field manager to help him lift the table in the lounge for others to put things on. Later, seeing that the other party was hot and sweating profusely, he was left to drink in the lounge. A glass of cold water, at the time I thought Mr. Bai would definitely be jealous if he saw this scene, but he didn't expect it to be so.

He laughed for his foresight, and Mr. Bai pinched him again: "Stop laughing, no one is allowed to come in when I'm not in your lounge, understand?"

"OK, teacher," Zheng He gave him a Young Pioneer salute, "What else do you want?"

"Have you chosen the dog's name?" Bai En asked.

Zheng He suddenly grimaced: "Don't make me think about it, I really can't think about it, look at my brain cells that are exhausted like a small river, when a gust of wind blows through, there are dead bodies, dead bodies."

"Use your brain more," said Mr. Bai, "you won't get Alzheimer's in the future."

Zheng He said: "Don't be afraid, we bicker every day. With Mr. Bai, your IQ can definitely raise our average. Don't you think I've become very smart after being with you?"

Mr. Bai's expression was full of pity: "Baby, don't deceive yourself."

Zheng He:"……"

430 five

Young Master Rong had a really good time during this time, he didn't want to go back to his circle, so he opened a suite at the biggest hotel in H City, and stayed in it every day to enjoy the treatment of opening his mouth and opening his hands for clothes .

At first, he was afraid that Mr. Bai would come to the door, but after a long time, let alone someone coming, he didn't even have a letter, and his heart immediately returned to his stomach.He really didn't expect that broken wooden comb to have such a big influence. He had already achieved this step, and the people from BEACHER could still keep their faces.

Upstairs, suite 1304.

The windows of the room were all closed, and only a few lights were turned on in the darkness. Because the air conditioner would interfere, the wires were unplugged early. More than a dozen adult men took off their shirts due to the heat, and the room smelled of sweat. .

Jiezi took off his earphones, and suddenly smiled at the assistant next to him: "You said he went to sleep every day when he was full, and ate pigs when he woke up, was it the calm before the storm, or did he really think it was all right?"

The assistant smiled evilly: "I don't care what he thinks, anyway, my side is about to invade the host of Hongzhi, and when the time comes, we will have a big harvest."

"How long do you have?" Jiezi asked the big golden-haired man next to him.

"Okay, it's almost time, oh my god, can we stop urging? Induced labor, that's it." The man spoke with a northeast accent, and he was the dy who had just come to country C for a few years but was proficient in the local language.

Jiezi joked all over his face: "If I don't have enough people, I don't need you to come. It takes up space and doesn't work."

Dy scolded: "My chest hair can squeeze you to death, shut up! Don't yell, I will find the exact time of that bank that Mr. Rong Fangbai belongs to right away."

"Then hurry up." Jiezi knew that dy's ability was limited, and added: "I heard that he caused trouble for Mr. Bai again. I'm afraid that if something happens to Zheng He, Mr. Bai will be the first to get angry and kill Rong." Serve less, will we be in vain before long?"

When dy thought of the three-month annual leave, she immediately cheered up: "Wait, wait, I'll be fine soon."

Jiezi moved his hands and feet, continued to put on the earphones to record, and sent codes crackling in his hands. At that speed, a person with a normal speed would have hand cramps in half an hour. Suddenly, he turned up the volume of the earphones and said: "A call came in... dy, Come and help me record, I will send a message to Mr. Bai."

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing, and the assistant asked softly, "Is the real master here?"

Jiezi winked at him: "Our hard days are over!"