Dedicated to the silly little white artist

110 six

Zheng He and Mr. Bai fell into a one-sided cold war, starting from the moment Zheng He opened his eyes.

"Crack...crash..."

There was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the room. Zheng He was packing his things with his suitcase. Mr. Bai was standing behind him step by step. Take it out of the box and put it in the closet.

Zheng He could not bear to pay attention to him at first, but finally couldn't take it anymore, he turned around and shouted at him: "Get out of the way, are you a kangaroo and still take my things, don't take them away, or when will I It can be cleaned up!"

"Then don't clean up." Mr. Bai said very sincerely.

"No, let me go aside, I think you and I are two different creatures, Mr. Bai, you should search in your own home, maybe you can find an alien or something, otherwise what I can make a brazen, twitchy, super thick-skinned bastard like you!" Zheng He shouted.

"Okay, baby, it's okay if you want to see my family tree, and you can add your name next to me, baby, I'll take care of it tomorrow, okay?" Mr. Bai coaxed.

Zheng He was unmoved at all, and said: "Come on, I can't afford to be pushed into the water like a water duck by you like this for three days and two days. When will I grow gills and when will we talk about it?" Let’s talk about love, now I’m going home, a little person like me can’t stand your Wuzhishan.”

"Then baby, you can be my Monkey King," Mr. Bai, who is well versed in Journey to the West, obviously grasped the point this time, and said.

Zheng He sneered: "The monkey grandson followed Tang Seng in the end, and you still want to rob Tang Seng as an apprentice?"

"Then why not?" Mr. Bai almost grew a pair of cat ears and a cat tail on his forehead, wagging so treacherously.

"I won't quarrel with you anymore." Zheng He said, he found that his very serious quarrel with Mr. Bai could turn into flirting in the end, this feeling is not too sour.

"Baby, can you stop being angry?" Mr. Bai originally wanted to kiss him, but when he saw Zheng He's face that was almost like the bottom of a pot, he couldn't help it anymore.

"Not angry?" Zheng He snorted coldly, pointed to the big bump on his head, and said, "You let me hit your head, if you can bear it, I won't be angry."

Mr. Bai's eyes lit up, he took Zheng He's hand, and said, "Okay, you can smash it, it doesn't matter how many times you hit it!"

"You are stupid, I can really do it!" Zheng He was shocked.

"It's okay." Mr. Bai closed his eyes and decided to accept Zheng He's knowing blow.

"I really hit it!" Zheng He said.

"Come on, I'm ready." Mr. Bai closed his eyes.

Zheng He conveniently picked up the ashtray next to him, and picked it up with a ruthless heart. Although he kept cheering himself up in his heart, his hands did not move for a long time. After a while, he put the ashtray back on the On the table, he turned his head and said viciously: "I won't hit you, you let me go."

"No." Mr. Bai grabbed Zheng He's arm and didn't let go, and even kicked Zheng He's suitcase down the stairs.

Luggage gentleman: ＿(:3∠)＿

Hearing the crackling sound, the corners of Zheng He's mouth twitched, and he said, "Don't do this, can you?"

"Then if you don't leave, I won't be like this if you don't leave." Although Mr. Bai still had no expression, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Hearing his coquettish but very unreasonable words, Zheng He simply decided to tell him the truth. It is not his personality to hide anyway. He looked into the other person's eyes and asked, "Do you know what I did for my sake?" What are you angry about?"

"I hurt you." Mr. Bai put his hand on Zheng He's head and gently rubbed it. Only he himself knew how fast Zheng He's heart beat when he recovered from the bathtub. .

Mr. Bai held Zheng He in his arms, pressed his chin on his head and said, "Baby, I was wrong, I will never do this again, I'm sorry." He kissed Zheng He's forehead.

"This is also a relatively important point, but what is more important?" Zheng He nodded, his attitude was not at all calm because of Mr. Bai's obvious weakness. He poked Mr. Bai's forehead again and again, saying: " Since you know that you are sick! So what medicine are you going to stop if you have nothing to do? Don’t you know it’s dangerous?! It’s not like you haven’t committed suicide before! Fortunately, I was only injured this time. What if you didn’t think about it and did something wrong? What to do?! What do you want me to do in the future?! Have you thought about all of this? Do you know how scared I was when you pushed me into the water!" Zheng He said in one breath what had been hidden in his heart. When he fainted, he was really scared, but when he woke up again, when he saw the doctor in front of him and Mr. Bai was not there, the first thought in his heart was: It's over, Bai It's not like Mr. committed suicide.

Then, when he saw Mr. Bai appearing in front of him intact, his heart fell.

Zheng He's eyes were faintly red because of his emotional excitement. Mr. Bai looked at Zheng He's face from a close distance, as if his heart suddenly emptied and was instantly filled. Any words to answer.

His baby is always like this, and he can't bear to hurt him.

110 seven

Because of Mr. Bai's burns and Zheng He's mild concussion, their wedding, which could have been held immediately, was postponed indefinitely.

The middle-aged doctor has excellent medical skills. What makes people sigh is that the hero loses his hair. He is not as old as Mr. Bai. The Mediterranean hairstyle has already been modeled. He is shaking his box and looking at the two patients on the sofa. He only clicked his tongue: " A cripple (in the leg) and a fool (in the head), you two are truly a match."

Mr. Bai was peeling grapes for Zheng He, when he heard Zai's words, he snorted coldly and asked, "You will never want your vacation again, right? Well, I will respect your opinion."

The middle-aged doctor's eyes widened, and he could see that he was really panicked. He said, "When did I say that? Mr. Bai, don't spout blood, I'll tell you!"

Mr. Bai put the grapes into Zheng He's mouth, and the juice from his fingers accidentally touched the corner of Zheng He's mouth. He naturally stuck out his tongue to lick it off, and then ignored Zheng He's blushing face and looked at The middle-aged doctor said: "Then keep your mouth shut."

Although the middle-aged doctor Bian Pianzui was still very angry, he stopped chattering. He sat next to the two of them. Zheng He's head was fine and he took the medicine as usual for a week or two. He quickly removed the bandages. Mr. Bai changed the medicine, and then said: "You don't have to take the medicine right away, your skin has almost healed."

"Then when will it be better?" Zheng He swore to God that he was just purely worried when he asked this question.

But the taste changed in Mr. Bai's ears. He held Zheng He's hand and said affectionately: "Baby, as long as you want, I can spend the marriage hall with you in the next moment."

This is the sequelae of the reconciliation between the two of them. Mr. Bai never misses any opportunity to express his love to Zheng He, and the frequency is so fast that Zheng He is often very speechless. For example, now——

Zheng He:"……"

Being looked at by Zheng He with that kind of eyes, Mr. Bai still has a faint smile on his face, looking at Zheng He with eyes that make people feel that the other party is interested in him even if he glances over in a hurry.

Zheng He still didn't speak.

The middle-aged doctor burst out laughing embarrassingly, and the smile on his face never stopped.

After pushing the middle-aged doctor out of the house, Mr. Bai sat back beside Zheng He, put his hand on his knee and asked, "Baby, don't tell me you don't plan to marry me. "

Zheng He didn't answer the rhetorical question, and brought up a topic that seemed to have nothing to do with it, saying: "You ignored the marriage proposal, and you made such a hasty decision to get married, Mr. Bai, I don't quite understand what exactly you want .”

"You." Mr. Bai replied solemnly.

Zheng He ignored him again, and Mr. Bai rubbed Zheng He's head and said, "You can tell me if you are angry, but don't fight me coldly, I can't stand this."

Zheng He endured for a long time, reached out and hugged Mr. Bai's waist, pressed his face to the other's chest, and said, "As long as you don't do things that will hurt yourself, I won't be angry with you... this kind of It's selfish, and I can't stand it."

"I'm sorry baby." Mr. Bai knew that this crisis was the real past.

110 eight

Just as he thought, Zheng He was back to normal the next day.

Mr. Bai sat at the dining table and ate the steaming hot breakfast he hadn’t seen for a long time. He felt that his injury was almost healed. Although he was still limping when he walked, the most important thing was the procedure, so he quickly put Zheng He into his account book. .

The relationship without marriage is still not enough. He is really fed up with Zheng He and himself in the cold war, and he can't control his hands to make his muscles go weak or his head go wrong. Zheng He was injected with the medicine.

It doesn't work either.

Holding the spoon, he fell into deep thought, wondering whether he should get some medicine from Edward just in case, such as addictive chronic medicine, definitely not, these things shorten the life span and do great damage to the brain, It must be impossible for Zheng He to die earlier than him, or later. What if the baby is with someone else after his death?

Before he knew it, the more Mr. Bai thought about it, the more his mind drifted away little by little.

Zheng He looked at Mr. Bai staring blankly at a bowl of porridge with his chopsticks in his mouth, but he was thinking about the exact opposite of Mr. Bai.

The confession was advanced by Mr. Bai, the chrysanthemum was picked by Mr. Bai, and the head was smashed by Mr. Bai. Why should Mr. Bai decide the marriage?

Sometimes he is particularly suspicious of Mr. Bai's weird gentleness. Although he always thinks it's fake, but he just insists on kissing him for three years when he has nothing to do.

Zheng He thinks he is also a young and handsome guy who is nearly 1.8 meters tall, and he always fights with others when he disagrees with others. How can he put Mr. Bai here? Ingratiating a refusal, in fact, the reason why Zheng He ignored Mr. Bai a few days ago was not because of his aloofness, but because he was really speechless to Mr. Bai's ingratiating behavior. If you have something to say, can't you say it well?

Zheng He, who was unintentionally treated as a woman by Mr. Bai, was very speechless.

Cleaning and cooking are his pleasures, but that doesn't make him a sissy.

Both of them were trying to figure out their own thoughts. For a while, at the peaceful and peaceful morning dinner table, the two had their own ghosts.

110 nine

Uncharacteristically, Zheng He came out after cleaning up the kitchen and asked, "Aren't you going to work today?"

He has never been in charge of work, so Mr. Bai looked at Zheng He suspiciously and said, "There is a meeting this afternoon."

Just as Zheng He nodded, Mr. Bai immediately said, "It's just a video conference."

Zheng He suddenly turned into a bitter face.

Mr. Bai was even more skeptical, and he asked, "Are you..." In the middle of speaking, his thoughts changed, and the words on his mouth became: "Is there something to do? I'm going to the beacher later, and I can pick you up on the way One ride."

"Ah, no need." Zheng He was visibly relieved, handed Mr. Bai a towel to wipe off the water on his face, and said casually, "Remember to come back early today."

Mr. Bai immediately said: "Then I won't leave today."

"Why do you change as you say..." Zheng He showed embarrassment and hesitated.

Mr. Bai smiled, put away his thoughts of teasing him, and said, "I will be back soon, don't worry."

When Abe drove to pick up Mr. Bai, Mr. Bai was holding his mobile phone and talking about something, because his 'news inventory' had not been formally established, so some messy news was sorted out by the beacher. , plus some influence from his friend Edward.

"Coming?" Mr. Bai raised his head and glanced at Abei faintly, and got into the car.

Abe put his hands on the steering wheel and asked, "Mr. Bai, aren't you on vacation today? Why did you come out?"

"Of course there is something important." Mr. Bai rubbed his temples and said, "I really don't know how to use these machines. You can contact the people from BEACHER. I don't know how to read what they send."

Abe didn't notice that Mr. Bai changed the topic, and said with a smile: "Mr. Bai, why don't you change your mobile phone, and you don't even need the function of sending text messages when you come out to make calls, and you don't know pinyin anyway."

"Who is on duty here now?" Mr. Bai asked.

"Candy." Abe said, "Are you going there now?"

"Well, by the way, send a few people to keep an eye on this side. I think the baby seems to be a little abnormal." Mr. Bai continued to fiddle with the phone, and the button was almost broken by him.

Abeiqi said: "You still doubt Mr. Zheng, are you still the boss Bai I know? It's too scary, I can't believe it."

Mr. Bai twitched his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Abei said honestly: "We all pay attention to your kindness to Mr. Zheng. Although part of it is because of your show, please think about it. He is still a young man who has just grown up, and you have instilled many things in him. Yes, as far as I know, you don't seem to be doing any good."

Mr. Bai raised his eyebrows: "Blame me?"

"Tsk." Abe turned his head, wondering if he had a convulsion just now, and he actually told him the truth.

With Mr. Bai's flamboyant appearance, he deserves to be single for the rest of his life!