Dedicated to the silly little white artist

190 one

"Baby..." Bai En held Zheng He's cheeks, and kissed deeply while whispering.

Zheng He was still immersed in his sleep one moment, and his eyes widened when he saw Bai En's actions the next moment. He had just woken up from his sleep due to suffocation, and he had no idea what Mr. Bai was doing to him. Let the other party's lips and tongue wrap around his mouth like a piece of wood, Bai En seemed very dissatisfied with his reaction, kissed for a while, staggered his cheeks slightly, sucked on Zheng He's lower lip for a moment, and bit it lightly: "Why? Not paying attention at all?"

It took Zheng He a long time to turn red, and he backed himself up with his hands, and asked Mr. Bai stammeringly: "You, what are you doing... huh?"

Bai En smiled and narrowed his almond eyes, and asked softly and softly, "Are you awake?"

Zheng He wanted to cry without tears: "You are already like this, what else can I do?" When he said this, he belatedly realized that his shirt had disappeared at some point, and his belly was quite upright, all of which were small. Fat.

He pulled the quilt guiltily, trying to cover up his fat. In fact, before he met Mr. Bai, he was in good shape. Although he didn't have many muscles, at least the fat percentage was very small. Unlike now, except for his head and melon seeds, his whole body was covered There are few places where you can feel the bones.

Bai En crawled up to Zheng He's side with some weird movements, tilted his head and looked at him, and said, "You know, I just watched you here all night." Then he laughed out loudly: "You slept well It's really heavy..."

Mr. Bai originally had a low-pitched voice, but when he laughed in this way, the double effect of vision and hearing could almost take away people’s souls. Zheng He asked tremblingly: "Is it true?" I went to bed too late, you wake me up at the o'clock tomorrow, don't be angry today, okay?"

Bai En tilted his head and kissed Zheng He's protruding collarbone, and laughed lightly when he heard this: "Could it be that you think I'm angry?"

"Isn't it?" Zheng He was very surprised that he didn't grasp Mr. Bai's mind this time.

"Of course not." With one hand, Bai En pushed Zheng He onto the bed. The bed was very soft. When the two of them fell down, there was a sound of air being squeezed out from the quilt. Zheng He tried to twitch the quilt. The gentleman pressed his leg and asked in surprise: "What are you going to do?"

Bai En took off Zheng He's pajama pants very gracefully, Zheng He was so frightened that he wanted to sit up quickly, and said, "You're only in the morning, so why worry?"

"The best plan for a day is in the morning." Bai En made a lot of misrepresentations.

Zheng He couldn't laugh or cry: "This is not Yu Chen's method. What people say is to make our descendants work hard." After he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself, "hard work" is a fart, "hard work", Mr. Bai is sure Think of going somewhere else.

Sure enough, Bai En stretched out his hand and pinched Zheng He's butt, and said confidently: "Yes, we are also 'hardworking'."

190 two

Zheng He, who was 'hardworking' all morning, waited on Uncle Bai enduring his back pain.

Uncle Bai worked too hard in the morning, and just halfway through the work, he fell on the quilt exhausted and was lying on the sofa hanging glucose.

Those medicines in Sangbei are all specially made, and the needle tubes have been specially treated. In addition, Bai Enjiu became a good doctor after being ill, so he would give himself injections and put on the medicine. Unhappy: "Where are you going?"

Zheng He said in a firm tone, "Downstairs."

"Don't go," Bai En patted the chair beside the bed, and said, "Sit here so I can watch you."

"Do you think I'm doing fart?" Zheng He spit out this sentence without thinking, and then his face turned pale, and he quickly changed his words: "Yes, you are sick now, I don't care about me, I will cook something downstairs Come up, in a few minutes."

Bai En didn't care about Zheng He's bad words before. It was written in the doctor's treatment plan: the accompanying person needs to take care of him 24 hours a day.

Zheng He is too outrageous, Bai En thought angrily: Wait until I finish this bottle of glucose, let's see how he escapes!

Seeing that Mr. Bai didn't reply, Zheng He thought that the other party had acquiesced, and got up to leave. Bai En said, "If you dare to take another step, try."

Zheng He turned his head, with a wrinkled face, and shot 'chuachua' at Bai En with sad eyes: "I'm still hungry, I can't even make breakfast."

Bai En thought for a while, then compromised: "Alright then, I'll go downstairs and get an injection."

"Don't, don't," Zheng He said, "What are you doing downstairs? Don't roll a needle when walking up and down the stairs."

Bai En said: "Don't you want to eat, I have to watch you."

Zheng He was awkward: "Why are you looking at me?"

Bai En frowned and said nothing. He didn't think his own desire for Zheng He was very strange. When he first positioned Zheng He as his escort, he had already included Zheng He in his personal belongings. Since it was his, Then he naturally wants to hold it firmly in his hands.

Zheng He said: "I'm just going down for a while, and I'll come up right after I do something casually, so don't follow me around, okay?"

Bai En asked softly: "Then you don't want me to go downstairs?"

For the time being, Zheng He couldn't think of any way to express this meaning euphemistically, so he nodded.

Without saying a word, Bai En reached out and pulled out the needle directly, raised his eyebrows and looked at Zheng He, and said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll roll the needle? It's all right now."

Zheng He:"……"

Zheng He's whole body is not well.

Although he occasionally felt that this person's thinking was abnormal in his previous relationship with Mr. Bai, but he had never been in such an endless loop of brainstorming like these two days.

Zheng He intuited that these changes of Mr. Bai were related to his "sickness" with no visible trauma. He tore out a ball of cotton on the side and covered Bai En's bleeding needle hole, unable to say a word for a long time Come on.

Bai En put his face on Zheng He's arm, and under his deep eyes were dark circles that could not be concealed, which were particularly obvious. He was sleepy, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep only when he was beside Zheng He.

Zheng He suddenly softened his heart.

Mr. Bai's complete trust in him and a peaceful life in the villa are Zheng He's dreams that he has never even dared to dream about. Mr. Bai is already suffering enough. Do you want to make up for another 30 years?

Zheng He said, "Mr. Bai, does your hand hurt after you pull out the needle?"

Bai En closed his eyes and said, "I'll be downstairs in a while, you can open another bottle of glucose for me."

Zheng He picked up the cotton that was mostly stained with bright red blood, and Bai En's white hands with blue veins were swollen as expected. Zheng He knew that it would be green soon, and he complained in his heart, but he didn't know what it was Complaining that he was still Mr. Bai, and went to the side to get a towel, Bai En pierced his eyes like a knife: "You still want to leave?"

Zheng He was afraid that Bai En would do something that ordinary people could not understand, so he quickly raised his hand to signal that he would not leave, pouted his buttocks and quickly took out the spare towel from the bottom shelf of the cabinet, and then ran to the shower room to wash it with hot water , trotted all the way back to Bai En, and put the towel on Bai En's swollen hand.

Bai En raised his hand and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zheng He said: "Your hands should be swollen in a while, put a hot towel on it, and it will be fine in a while."

Bai En was satisfied, and it was rare to boast: "It's rare that you have the heart."

190 three

Sang Bei's arrival was expected by Bai En.

Although the doctor had strictly prohibited others from entering the villa or having direct contact with Bai En unless necessary, his chief secretary knew that Sang Bei was brought up by Mr. Bai. Uncompromising loyalty to the Bai family and deep secondary paranoia, always fearing that something will hurt Bai En, these two points combine to form a specific image of Sang Bei - mother-in-law and mother.

Sang Bei first asked to chat with Zheng He alone for a while, Bai En put his arms around Zheng He's shoulders, and asked with a smile: "Is there anything I can't know?"

Sang Bei said: "About your condition, I think we should tell Mr. Zheng everything by this time."

Bai En didn't answer.

Zheng He pushed Bai En, and said, "Mr. Sang, please don't talk to Bai En."

Bai En looked at Sang Bei with indifference and cold eyes, Sang Bei slightly lowered his head and pushed his glasses, and kept silent.

Zheng He turned around and pushed Bai En again, and said in a good voice: "Mr. Bai, can you go back to the room first? At worst, what Sang Bei will say later, can I tell you later?"

Bai En still stood there without moving.

Zheng He said: "This matter is related to you. I want to know anyway. Don't embarrass Secretary Sang. He is doing it for your own good."

Bai En stroked Zheng He's head and said, "Just play stupid for me once, okay?"

Although Zheng He was very unprincipled most of the time when he was with Bai En, seeing the situation in Sangbei and the actions of Mr. Bai that he witnessed with his own eyes from yesterday to this morning, Zheng He felt that he must listen to Bai En. What the hell is Mr. hiding from himself?

Zheng He looked directly into Bai En's eyes and said, "I want to know this because I value you. I can pretend to be stupid for you, but not here. Since you choose to let me help you heal, I also hope you can respect it." I this."

Bai En's face was full of hesitation and sadness.

He was used to Zheng He's obedience to him, and he was also used to the self-willed behavior he was accustomed to. Looking at the subordinates and lover in front of him, he suddenly felt betrayed.

Zheng He watched as Bai En's face became paler and paler, and he suddenly fell backwards. Zheng He was so frightened that he hugged the man back with his arms, and fell to the ground together with the chair.

Sang Bei was also taken aback, and reached out to help, but was slapped back by Bai En. Bai En's face was still calm, but from the corners of his reddish eyes, he could feel the inexplicable anger. He said: "Please get out of this room, now."

Sang Bei withdrew his hand awkwardly, and exchanged a glance with Zheng He. Zheng He shook his head helplessly, mouthing: "You should go first." '

Sang Bei reluctantly picked up the briefcase, stood up, bowed to Bai En, and left.

Bai En grabbed Zheng He's clothes tightly.

He didn't even think that he would react so strongly to Zheng He's news of his illness. He just felt as uncomfortable as being stabbed when he thought that Zheng He might show pity or disgust.

No!

Bai En secretly thought about how to make those who knew about his condition shut up forever. Zheng He belonged to him, and he wanted him to be like this forever.

If it was really a last resort, then Zheng He would have no choice but to be imprisoned by his side.