Dedicated to the silly little white artist

eighty

Early in the morning, Bai Enzheng was half asleep and half awake, when he was awakened by Wang Shuhua's life-threatening phone call.

Picked up the phone and said "um, ah" for a few minutes, hung up the phone and continued to sleep, just closed his eyes, another call came, Bai En squinted his eyes to pull out the battery, it was Zheng He who reminded him: "This is your work phone, don't Something really happened."

"I have to wait until I wake up to talk about anything." Bai En said, "It's only past four o'clock in the morning." As he spoke, Bai En put his cold hands that had been frozen for a few minutes just outside the quilt on Zheng He Warm yourself.

He is born with extreme body temperature, three layers outside and three layers all the year round, and in windy weather, he needs to add a scarf. Others sweat all over their foreheads in summer, and put him in the shade for half an hour. Shivering, it seems that the first snow has passed for several months, and it is getting colder and colder outside day by day, Bai En's temper is just like the weather forecast, it is colder and I am colder.

Zheng He reached out to dial the phone, placed it on Bai En's ear, turned over and continued to sleep.

The person on the other end of the phone changed, and Sang Bei quickly explained what happened just now, and finally said: "You must come over, or none of us will end up with this matter."

Bai En frowned, and threw the phone against the wall. He didn't know the structure of the phone. It would explode like a small grenade. The sound was so loud that Zheng He woke up instantly, blinked his eyes, turned over and went back to Keeping him warm in Bai En's arms, he said: "Everything on the phone made you so angry, don't be so angry, okay?"

"I'm not angry." Bai En really didn't have any anger in his heart. He just felt that the phone kept ringing very annoying, and it took too much effort to hang up the phone. He was still drowning in sleepiness and threw the phone out without thinking. up.

Zheng He put Bai En's cold hand on his belly to warm it up, and said, "I'm in a hurry listening to the phone, what's wrong?"

Bai En thought about it for a while but didn't remember what the people in those two calls said. It seemed that he was asked to go to a guild hall on the sixth ring road in the west district, and then Wang Shuhua caused some trouble.

When Bai En saw that it was still dark outside, he didn't plan to go out. The car was freezing cold and had to turn on the heater. It took at least half an hour to drive here to the Sixth Ring Road. Calculated from inside and outside, I couldn't sleep now.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that something happened to a friend of mine, let me go over there." Bai En's voice was flat.

Zheng He was anxious when he heard this: "What's the matter? Hurry up, you clean up."

"I won't go." Bai En hugged Zheng He tightly, and said: "He will clean up the things he caused by himself, and I won't take care of it."

"How can I do that?" Zheng He said excitedly, while yawning, which made Bai En almost sleepy looking at him. Zheng He pulled down the quilt, and the cold air covered Bai En On his shoulders, Bai En sat up helplessly, and said, "Okay, I'll just go, you accompany me."

"I won't go." Zheng He shook his head: "It's not good for me to follow your affairs."

Bai En was a little distressed: "If you don't go, what will I do if I get cold?"

Zheng He turned around on the bed very unwillingly, seeing that Bai En was even more unhappy than he was, and felt that it was really tormenting for a man to go out in this weather, so he stopped talking and found two pieces of clothes to put on the carpet Let the ground heat warm the clothes, pick out Bai En's clothes and hand them to him: "Put this on, it's just been ironed."

"Did you iron it?" Bai En asked.

"Isn't that nonsense?" Zheng He rolled his eyes, "I don't have an aunt who helps me clean up the house. Of course I ironed your clothes."

Bai En finds it quite strange. His clothes have always been washed by others since he was a child. This is the first time he has let someone close to him wash his clothes. It feels very comfortable, even wearing a shirt that feels soft to the touch. Much more comfortable than usual.

He really likes the fact that Zheng He can do housework, no matter how comfortable he looks.

81

It was only when Bai En was in the car that he remembered the whole story.

It was nothing more than that Wang Shuhua, who was just looking for trouble, held another special party, and people threatened to take pictures. The person who threatened him happened to be on the right track. Wang Shuhua finally figured out the power behind this person after deliberation. I was so frightened, knowing that I was powerless, thinking that he was photographed on Bai En's site anyway, and with the relationship between him and Bai En, I simply pulled people in, muddled The more you stir the water, the easier it is to get out.

As soon as Bai En entered the door, he knew that the twelfth floor had been cleared. He just stepped into the private elevator, his hands warmed up, and when he turned around, Zheng He followed behind him obediently like a pet cat, looking around nervously. The slightly frozen red face is very pleasing to look at.

Why does this person feel better the more he looks at it?Bai En thought hard, obviously his facial features didn't change much, Zheng He also bought the guts to have plastic surgery, but when he saw Zheng He for the first time, he really didn't think he looked amazing.

"Never been here?" Bai En asked in a low voice.He felt that this guild hall should be well-known in these provinces.

"I have heard that there is no money to come." Zheng He was honest.

Bai En smiled, just because of Zheng He's words, he decided not to let Zheng He get involved in these matters for the time being, if possible.

Sang Bei came down to pick them up, Bai En asked someone to arrange a room for Zheng He to catch up on sleep, Zheng He didn't say a word, and held on to Bai En's sleeve, looking pitifully as if he had been abandoned by his master.

"What's wrong?" Bai En asked.

"Can I be with you?" Zheng He looked up at the man, "I'm not sleepy now, really."

82

Bai En told Zheng He to stay in his lounge, Zheng He reluctantly agreed, turned around and took out a mobile phone and lay down on the sofa to play games.

The [-]th to [-]th floors of this guild hall are game rooms, which are said to be small-scale private gambling, but in fact they have everything, from the ratio of chips to the croupiers. Several shareholders are officials who cannot be provoked, and every one of them makes trouble.

Today is a precedent.

open the door.

The chessboard table and chairs were all overturned, sieves, poker and chips were scattered on the ground, and there were several handsome men and women squatting in the corner.

Bai En thought that these people should be invited by Wang Shuhua, and made a gesture to invite them out. After clearing the place, he went to the rightful hosts tonight.

Seeing Bai En, Wang Shuhua stood up and put on that hippie smile naturally: "Yo, are you coming?" But his nervousness could be seen from his trembling fingertips.

Bai En nodded, ignored him and looked directly at the other person.

An ordinary man in his 30s, wearing a mid-range suit and a pair of unrecognizable but not-so-good leather shoes, the most important thing is——

Bai En didn't know this man.

The bodyguards brought three chairs, Bai Enshi sat down, and then gracefully pointed to the other two chairs: "Please."

The middle-aged man looked at Bai En vigilantly, shook his head, and said, "I don't know who you are, I'm just a messenger, can I go?"

Wang Shuhua exhaled through her nose: "Cut, the messenger, who will believe it?"

"Do you know whose place this is?" Bai En asked politely.

The man shakes his head.

"Mine." Bai En was still gentle and gentle, but the middle-aged man had already been kicked to the ground by the bodyguard at the side, and a wailing sound came from his mouth.

"Tsk." The corners of Wang Shuhua's eyes twitched: "Old Bai, isn't this too cruel?"

Bai En glanced at Wang Shuhua, the bodyguard behind him suddenly stepped forward to support Wang Shuhua, and another person punched him in the stomach.

"Hmm..." Wang Shuhua groaned in pain, he didn't look at Bai En inexplicably in shock as expected by others, but lowered his head without saying a word.

"It's fun to cause trouble for me, isn't it?" Bai En asked coldly.

Wang Shuhua was punched again.

"Is it because I've been cultivating myself all these years, and you have completely forgotten the basic bottom line?" Bai En walked in front of him, asked the bodyguard to step back, pulled Wang Shuhua's left hand slowly and forcefully, and Wang Shuhua's mouth Being blocked, whoever could not speak could only hold his neck up and endure the pain.

When Bai En encountered such a situation, no matter how big or small it was, he would punish Wang Shuhua first and then deal with the rest.

Over the years, he himself has gotten used to it, and Wang Shuhua has also begun to understand.

Wang Shuhua's veins popped up one by one, and he was sweating profusely waiting for the pain to end. There was a five-centimeter-long scar on his abdomen, pierced with a long knife, and the person who stabbed him was Bai En.

At that time, he was the same as today. He provoked people he shouldn't provoke and wanted Bai En to clean up. Bai En came up to give him a knife. Crisis resolved.

One stick and one candy.

Wang Shuhua felt that he had been conquered, and he only thought of Bai En when he encountered what happened today.

Even if the other party is not so willing.

But when he saw Bai En appearing, he let go of his heart.

83

Bai En didn't expect that Zheng He could fall asleep while playing games, he laughed and watched the other party lying on the sofa sleeping in a mess, his face was almost stuffed into the gap by him.

Bai En took out his mobile phone and found out which one was the camera after searching for a long time. He aimed at Zheng He's face and pressed the shutter. After thinking for a while, he took off Zheng He's pants and took a picture at his underwear with the rogue rabbit printed on it.

He had wanted to take a photo of Zheng He's underwear for a long time as a souvenir, and seeing him put it on today, it happened to be a photo shoot together.

Poor Zheng He still slept so soundly under such circumstances.

Bai En stepped forward and planned to hug Zheng He to sleep, but just raised his arms and smelled the smell on his body. Although the smell of blood was very weak, he still felt uncomfortable.

……

Zheng He was startled, and his forehead directly hit the wooden texture on the sofa.

"when!"

"Oh, it hurts..." Zheng He whispered, covering his head, and looked around blankly. It took him a long time to assemble the messy pictures in his brain and recall where he was.

He lifted up his trousers, thinking that he dropped them by being dishonest in his sleep. He looked at the time and thought that Mr. Bai might be back in a while. He found the shower room with a dazed expression, intending to wash his face and apply some skin care products. His haggard face frightened the man, and he opened the door. There was a lot of steam in the shower room, and a man with a perfect figure was raising his head and pulling his hair back.

Second Olympic——

Shock can no longer describe his mood.

He squeezed his arm, but it didn't hurt.

"Is this a dream..." He said to himself: "But why did I dream of Mr. Bai taking a bath? So hungry and thirsty? It shouldn't be, I just finished it last night."

Bai En calmly looked at Zheng He who was standing at the door with his arms crossed and murmured something...

shivered.

He is really afraid of the cold.