Dedicated to the silly little white artist

One hundred and eight

The history of mental illness in the Bai family can be traced back to the generation that made a fortune in the war, which led to the men of each generation staying in the hospital or at home all year round instead of concentrating on their work. Fortunately, God also opened a window for them—— ——The men of the Bai family are extremely smart and good at making money, and the handsome looks brought about by their selective blood are more than enough to make up for the shortcomings.

Mr. Bai's position as the head of the family allows everyone to come to the old house in Country J to celebrate the New Year. Bai En was hesitant to go, but before he could come to a conclusion, Zheng He said happily: "I want to go back It's the Chinese New Year, and it will be next year when we meet again, bye."

With a calm expression, Bai En stared at Zheng He for more than ten minutes.

In the end, Zheng He still endured the low pressure exuded by Bai En, and packed his luggage with a guilty look on his face. The two had a big meal, and the next day after their love, they carried a small bag and were sent away by his secretary.

Forget it.

Bai En put away the invitation, asked the secretary to contact the time of the Bai family's private waterway, and decided to return to the old house.

one hundred and nine

In the Bai family, the position of 'head of the family' is very mysterious.

First of all, it is impossible to have house fighting dramas that fight openly and covertly and deliberately, because the family has a big business, and every generation brought up has a high self-esteem, and they don't care about the old people left by their parents, aunts and uncles at all. Lu Zi, everyone wants to break out of the world, and everyone is unwilling to be outdone. Therefore, they have no time to think about these useless things because their brain circuits are different from normal people. how nice.

Because they were unwilling to be the Patriarch of the Bai family for five years, the people represented by Bai En were forcibly escorted back to country A, and they were locked up for three days before they asked them to choose a patriarch to come out and settle in country A to take over the family. Industry.

"Are you?"

"improper."

"What about you?"

"I don't want to either, I just came out of the hospital."

"By the way, my psychiatrist is good now, and I can work already."

"Really? Would you please introduce me?"

"of course."

"Stop talking nonsense." Bai En bent his fingers and tapped on the table: "There is always someone who wants to be the head of the house. Now, who can get away with it."

The scene was silent for a moment.

Bai En asked again: "Whose company follows the formal law?"

Still no one spoke.

Bai En thought for a while: "You have to find someone. It won't be too embarrassing to stand up for a while now. If you are still like this, then follow the old rules: draw lots." This 'old rule', Naturally, it is a habit left by Mr. Bai's generation. Mr. Bai, who was once unlucky, has cut off all gambling places in his life since he caught the note with the word "head of the house".

Ruining lives by drawing lots.

Suddenly someone had an idea and asked, "Cousin, it seems that there is one person missing."

Bai En narrowed his eyes and scanned, and there was indeed one missing.

The gray-haired but still elegant butler, carrying a glass of red wine, walked over in a medieval gentleman's attire, with a British polite smile on his face, and said: "The fourth lady's brother Chenmu is not here, I have already said .”

There was a lot of discussion.

"Didn't come? How dare you?"

"We have all been locked up for three days, and I have been recruited for a bottle of medicine this day."

"Tsk tsk, I heard that something happened to him a few days ago, it seems true."

"Fourth aunt doesn't know what reason she used."

"It has nothing to do with the fourth aunt. She is no longer in charge of the house. If I say it, Bai Chenmu has her own problems."

Bai En knocked on the table again: "Be quiet."

After everyone shut up, he turned his head to look at the steward: "What's wrong with Chenmu, is he in good health?"

"Perhaps." Mr. Butler shook the red wine in his hand, obviously not thinking about it.

Bai En gently hooked his middle finger with his thumb, and after two or three laps, he smiled slightly: "Since Chen Mu didn't come, let's vote and agree to his raising his hand as the head of the house."

brush brush --

Everyone raised their hands together and looked at Bai En with admiring eyes.

Bai En made a final decision: "Since Mu Chen is not present, let him be the head of the family by default."

Thus, without knowing it, Bai Chenmu, who was far away in the ICU of the hospital——

was elected head of the house.

110

While suppressing tears and trying hard to get his clothes on, the trembling black-haired man half-kneeled on the tatami. Beside him, a man with a feminine face leaned against the wooden window. The setting sun fell from behind him, a strong The contrast made it difficult for anyone to see his expression. He slowly wiped the semen off the corner of his mouth, watched Bai En tilt his head, brushed his long hair, and said, "Long time no see."

Bai En nodded calmly.

In fact, I was very surprised that I was able to see Bai Chenmu in such a situation by such a coincidence.

Bai Chenmu lifted the foot that was pressing on the black-haired man's shoulder. The man was about to stand up, but the next moment, Bai Chenmu kicked him hard and kicked him aside. The man's head hit the foot of the table and instantly broke On the contrary, Bai Chenmu seemed to see something very funny, smiling non-stop with her charming slender eyes.

Bai En picked up the chair knocked down by the man without any surprise, moved it to sit in front of Bai Chenmu.

The black-haired man looked at Bai En gratefully, and then ran out without looking back.

Bai Chenmu was still in the setting sun, covering his mouth lightly, smiling happily with his narrow eyes and curved eyebrows like a peerless beauty who came down from a landscape painting, but Bai En couldn't understand this joy.

In fact, most of the reason why Bai En thinks he is very normal is that he is forced by this group of even more abnormal people.

For example, this homeowner, with mild schizophrenia and strong tendency towards sexual violence, will commit suicide without having a tutor who has been with him since he was a child. In addition, the black-haired man who was beaten by him when he ran out just now is his. private teacher.

Bai En didn't know why he had to use violence to treat him since he liked someone. However, the truth was told to people, and Bai En felt that this family of pigs was not worth it when he uttered words to them. The scene was silent.

Bai Chenmu laughed enough, and said, "I thought you wouldn't come. I heard from Bai Runze that you have a lover you like very much. Congratulations."

This kind of polite and false politeness is exactly the excellent boy called out by the Bai family. Bai En's face was a little satisfied, and his tone of voice improved a lot: "Thank you, I haven't been back for many years, my father He's been feeling a little sick lately, so I'll come back to see him."

Bai Chenmu said again: "My cousin still has the heart, um...what's that sentence called? Forget it, it's not too important." Bai Chenmu shrugged: "I'm sorry, my Chinese is not very good. "

Bai En smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if your Chinese is not good, you can get better by talking to Bai Runze less."

Bai Chenmu looked puzzled.

Bai En said: "There is an old saying in country C: Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. It means that as long as you ignore Bai Runze, Chinese will improve."

Bai Chenmu was enlightened: "I see, my cousin is indeed very knowledgeable, and the culture of country C is also amazing. The ancients could predict the relationship between Bai Runze's Chinese and me!"

Bai En said: "Learn a lot, nothing bad will happen."

Bai Runze listened to everything at the door, suppressed his anger and took Ivan away.

dad!Are you really a man when you misinterpret idioms like this? ?