Dedicated to the silly little white artist

78

Bai En objected to Zheng He's too busy work, so when Zheng He rejected the appointment for the second time because of overtime work, Zheng He's manager Cheng Shao received an 'invitation from Mr. Bai'.

Quiet teahouse.

Bai En looked out of the window, and the sound of silk and bamboo downstairs was soft and shallow, as gentle as Si'er, as if he hadn't breathed out, but there was still an echo.

Cheng Shao was standing next to him, and he had been waiting for more than ten minutes. It was obvious that he was very nervous, and the back of his shirt was soaked with sweat, but he stood straight with his back straight.He is a young man with not outstanding facial features but a good temperament.

Bai En came back to his senses, stretched out his hand, and nodded the seat next to him: "Sit."

Cheng Shao sat down tremblingly, and said, "Thank you. Mr. Bai, do you have any orders for me?"

"Not to mention orders, you are not on my side." Bai En ruthlessly pierced the intimacy that Cheng Shao had unilaterally drawn up. He had no intention of making friends with the other party. Anyone under him is a dog in his eyes.

How can a man call a dog a brother?

Cheng Shao straightened up immediately, the meaning behind the word Bai En, he, a gold broker who has been in the circle for so many years, really knows better than anyone else.

Bai En smiled slightly: "Don't be nervous, relax."

Cheng Shao smiled awkwardly, and said, "Are you doing it for Zheng He's affairs?"

Bai En nodded: "His work is too busy, and I'm not a person who will accommodate others, so I hope you can use his working time a little bit more reasonably, can you?"

His words were killing two birds with one stone. On the one hand, he cryptically pointed out the money relationship between himself and Zheng He, and on the other hand, he seemed to be accusing him, the manager, or Boss Song's company of inefficiency.

Cheng Shao couldn't find any words to refute, so he could only say: "Yes, I will pay attention... By the way, Zheng He should still be training at this time, do you need to go and see it? It's next to the teahouse." Cheng Shao has a heart To get closer to my relationship with Mr. Bai, after all, he is now Zheng He's manager, if the relationship between Bai En and Zheng He can develop for a long time, I will definitely see him often.

"Why? Is there any reason why I have to go?" Bai En took a sip of the tea, put down the cup, and poured another cup for the other party. The water was [-]% full, no more than no less.Pouring tea for others is the only good habit he learned from Mr. Bai. It has nothing to do with whether the other party is a young man or not. Bai En wanted to go to Boss Song's company that Cheng Shao said, but his original plan was to acquire That company made Song Zhenhao, who made him feel uncomfortable, cry bitterly, his life was worse than death, or his building was smashed, one bomb was enough.

Cheng Shao really didn't know what to say this time. He felt that Mr. Bai and his thoughts were not on the same level. He asked politely normally, but Bai En hid in the deep sea, holding a small fish from time to time. He poked himself once, and then ran away, leaving him alone to make up for the hole in the boat.

Cheng Shao was still thinking about how to find a topic, while Bai En thought deeply about "whether to buy or throw a bomb", and finally decided, let's go somewhere to see Zheng He first, and then talk about it, and take him back to bed by the way .

"Let's go." Bai En stood up and picked up his coat.

"Where are you going?" Monk Cheng Shao Erzhang was puzzled.

Bai En looked at him with a mentally handicapped look, and said, "Didn't you say to go to Zheng He's training?"

Cheng Shao: "..."

As expected, Bai En behaved strangely as in the legend.

79

Because the Bai family has integrated too many blood species, various cultures are mixed together, and the first thing that bears the brunt is the issue of festivals.

Basically, when encountering such a situation, the human subconscious will react in two ways, one is to ignore various festivals and isolate themselves from the outside world, and the other is to actively prepare for various festivals and strive to balance the balance.

The Bai family belongs to the second category, and Mr. Bai is the best among them. As far as Bai En remembers, he only saw Mr. Bai at various festivals from the age of ten to 15. After all, a festival will be held every month. , Just in time for the father and son to meet.

Because of this, Bai En hated festivals extremely for the next ten years, because as long as there were festivals, he would see Mr. Bai's immortal smiling fox.

But this year, because Bai Runze returned to country C, Bai En felt that Christmas seemed to be pretty good.

Halfway through the training, Zheng He was dragged into the car by a man. He shook his clothes to dry the sweat on his body faster, and said, "Why are you here so early today?"

"I just met with your manager, and I'm here to pick you up." This is the standard Bai En's answer, never telling lies, but often omitting important content.

"Oh." Zheng He said: "I've been tired all day today, and the physique teacher always said that there was something wrong with my standing posture. I just stood for more than two hours, and my legs were sore." The shoes rested the feet on Bai En's lap.He never dared to do this in the past, but after spending more time with him, Zheng He found that Bai En was so temperless towards him and pampered him to the point that he was surprised, so he let go of his behavior.

Sure enough, regarding Zheng He's indecent behavior, Bai En only chuckled a few times, and said: "It's not so much about your standing posture, I think it's about your body shape, your center of gravity is unstable, and your posture is of course ugly .”

Zheng He was secretly surprised that what Bai En said was exactly the same as the conclusion of the physique teacher, but he still said bravely: "What's wrong with my shape? My arms are long and my legs are straight," he said dishonestly as he touched Bai En's leg Touching it, he said with a smirk: "Didn't you already know this, how tight I was when I wrapped my legs around you."

Bai En grabbed Zheng He's mischievous foot, bent his fingers and scratched the sole of the other's foot, Zheng He laughed while struggling, and Bai En let him go when he was about to burst into tears, and asked slowly: "Baby, are you Are you not satisfied with your desire?"

Zheng He was terrified by Bai En's punishment, shook his head, thought for a while and then nodded: "The book says that a healthy man of your age has sex twice a week. .”

"Then what do you mean?" Bai En turned his head sideways, his eyes squinted, his eyelashes were very long, and his side face was very handsome.

Zheng He giggled, opened the other party's trousers, and lowered his head: "Just do what you say, whoever we are with whom."

"Yo, why are you so considerate all of a sudden?" Bai En joked, "I'm almost moved by you."

"It's you who moved me." Zheng He spoke vaguely with something in his mouth.

"Hehe." Bai En put his hand lightly on Zheng He's head and continued to drive.