Dedicated to the silly little white artist

190 four

Bai En quietly watched the black shadow outside the window slapping the window angrily. If he was in BEACHER now, Bai En might still enjoy the fantasy of his brain while tasting red wine.

He finally knew the reason why the doctor chose this plan - in this villa, apart from Zheng He, everything else does not exist.

Bai En rolled up the curtains to reveal the huge French windows. He opened the glass door. The man outside seemed hesitant, and then roared at Bai En even more angrily, with a sharp voice that seemed to be trying to tear his vocal cords.

"Come in." Bai En lowered his head and smiled at him, leaning against the door and looking at the man with his arms crossed.

"Bai... En..." The shadow-like man suddenly shouted these words, a large amount of dark red blood flowed out from his body, the blood splashed everywhere, and the glass was blurred by blood.

"Come in, I'll let you handle it." Bai En said leisurely.

"...Bai En! Ah!!!" The man opened his mouth wide, and rushed forward as if to swallow Bai En. His lower jaw was abnormally detached, and a row of white teeth were particularly obvious in a pile of black shadows.

Bai En stretched out his hand without fear of death, put his fingertips lightly on that tooth, and said with a smile: "Kill me, don't let me down."

The black shadow 'Hehe' was panting heavily, his teeth had not closed for a long time, his voice was like the last confession of a person full of resentment who was tortured to death, he said slowly: "...I... want... You... life would be better than death!!!"

Bai En felt that the voice was a bit familiar. He watched the man fall to the ground and turned into slurry indifferently, and suddenly asked, "Are you Ah Rong?"

Only half of the man's head was left, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Bai En, motionless.

Bai En was a little puzzled, Arong was obviously not dead, why did he appear here?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt strange. Bai En clutched his aching head, suppressed the pain and fell to the ground. When he felt that he might lose control, he shouted reflexively: "Zheng He..."

Zheng He was on the phone with Sang Bei in the hall, and when he heard the shout, he hurried over, opened the door and said, "Come on, Mr. Bai, you... ouch, it's cold on the ground, your head hurts?"

Bai En nodded silently.

Zheng He used to pick him up, and his heart moved. He felt that Bai En's weight was not the same as his memory. Before, he thought that this person could hit the street once he pressed him. It was not when he was so light.

Bai En smiled lightly and waved Zheng He's hand away, stood up slowly by himself, pointed out the window and asked, "Did you see it?"

Zheng He looked puzzled: "What are you looking at?"

"..." Bai En glanced at the large expanse of blood red on the glass and the still wriggling black shadow on the lawn, and said, "The weather is fine, isn't it?"

Zheng He twitched the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Bai, you are so funny hahaha, it is still raining outside, the weather is very good hahahaha."

Bai En: "..."

After he said this, Bai En realized that the hand he had just stretched into the black shadow's mouth was full of rain.

190 five

Bai En couldn't fall asleep all night, and the dawn was just getting brighter. After thinking about it, he called Sang Bei.

"Sang Bei, I'm Bai En."

Sang Bei didn't seem very surprised. After listening to the order quietly, he asked, "Have you decided to tell Mr. Zheng about your condition?"

Bai En's tone was calm: "When is it your turn to question me?"

Sang Bei said: "No, you misunderstood me. Because you didn't plan to say it yesterday, I really want to know what made you change your mind suddenly. Did Mr. Zheng say anything to you after I left? ?”

"It's nothing to do with him," Bai En said, "It's just a thought. Do you still want to control my thoughts 24 hours a day besides supervising me?"

Sang Bei kept the microphone away from his ears. For the umpteenth time, he felt that his boss, Bai Enzhen, was so sick that he could still speak in such an aggressive way.

Sang Bei felt that if he talked to Bai En again, he would be able to ascend to heaven. In order to live to 99 years old and save some life for himself, he decided to hang up the phone quickly: "You misunderstood, I didn't mean that, well, you are not in good health now. Alright, hang up and see you later."

Bai En's voice was low: "Who allowed you to hang up?"

Sang Bei: "...Okay, then you can continue."

Bai En thought for a while, and said: "Forget it, it's not speculative, just hang up the phone."

Sang Bei: "...bye."

190 six

Bai En's sanity seemed to be eaten away by the illness.

This directly led to a serious decline in Zheng He's quality of life, because Bai En would miraculously make all kinds of weird requests.

Zheng He sighed and cooked noodles in the kitchen, looked at Mr. Bai who was sitting cross-legged on the carpet and was fiddling with his mobile phone, and said, "I told you, the only ones in my mobile phone are my former manager Sister Fang and Tao Jie. Besides, they all have a third leg."

Bai En said: "Then have you ever messed with Sister Fang or Tao Jie?"

Zheng He was almost in tears.

His perfect lover, Mr. Bai, would say such a sentence, it was so devastating, he said: "Sister Fang is a beautiful old woman, Tao Jie has a very high vision, except for the CEO, who can give her career a bright future." Ignore everything else, do you think I fit in well?"

Bai En was inexplicably angry: "Aren't you gay? How could you like women?"

Zheng He: TAT.

Isn't that what you asked?

Bai En was secretly angry for a while, flipping through Zheng He's mobile phone to check text messages, WeChat, email and all the social software he knew, and found that there was no such sign except work and some gags, his face softened, and he stood up and asked Said: "Are the noodles ready?"

Seeing that Bai En was finally back to normal, Zheng He wept with joy: "It's been ready for a long time, do you want to eat now?"

Bai En was picky: "It's already ready, why don't you give it to me? Tell me, are you still angry with me?"

Zheng He: "...how dare I."

Zheng He watched Bai En pick the noodles to his side, leaving only two or three noodles floating in the bowl of clear soup and clear water, and sighed, thinking that Mr. Bai would become what he used to be, he was so naive!

190 seven

Just when Sang Bei thought that Bai En was living a "pure heart and ascetic" life in the villa, Xue Qinghe, who rented at his house, came to stay downstairs at BEACHER as if he was sick.

Sang Bei came out of the parking lot, and suddenly saw a man in the crowd wearing a jacket with a very special color. He thought to himself that there are people with the same taste as Xue Qinghe. The forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds. Suddenly the man reappeared in the mirror inside.

Sang Bei turned his head in doubt, and met Xue Qinghe who was looking this way furtively.

Sangbei: "..."

Xue Qinghe: "...Hey hey hey hey hey hey."

Sang Bei: "Le Pi Le, come up."

Xue Qinghe jumped into the elevator.

In the strange eyes of everyone, the elevator door slowly closed.

Manager A: "Did you see it? Secretary Sang actually let that person into his private elevator!"

Manager B: "I used to wonder how Secretary Sang could have a lover, but now it seems that people with strange tastes account for the majority."

Manager C: "Keep your voice down, be careful about deducting your shares, but that person may have really bad eyesight, did you see that coat? It's so festive."

190 eight

in the elevator.

Xue Qinghe tried hard to shrink herself to the minimum.

Sang Bei was very angry: "Do you know where this is?"

Xue Qinghe nodded: "Where you work."

Sang Bei looked better, and asked, "Then do you know what I do?"

Xue Qinghe said: "The secretary of the gangster."

Sang Bei slapped Xue Qinghe... on the forehead: "I know you are still here! How dare you sneak up behind me! Are you very capable?"

Xue Qinghe covered his forehead and looked at Sang Bei pitifully: "It hurts so much."

Sang Bei said: "If it doesn't hurt, you won't have a long memory! If you dare to do this again, I will beat you harder next time!"

Xue Qinghe continued to cover her head.

When the elevator reached the top floor, Sang Bei swiped his card, and the elevator automatically stopped on the next floor.

Xue Qinghe asked in surprise: "Sang Bei, there were no windows on that floor just now!?"

Sang Bei said: "Forget what you saw just now, don't tell others, you know?"

Xue Qinghe nodded obediently.

In fact, he had entered Bai En's office a few years ago.

Sang Bei saw that he had finally behaved, touched his forehead, and said, "I'll take you downstairs later, you can go home."

Xue Qinghe shook his head like a rattle: "If I don't go, I won't go back."

Sang Bei was glad that his temper had been worn out by Mr. Bai. A few years ago, he would have punched this careless person unconscious.

"If you don't go back, you have to go back." Sang Bei was suddenly puzzled: "Why are you following me today? Or is there information you need here...?" Sang Bei took a step back.

Xue Qinghe hurriedly said: "No! Listen to my explanation!"

"Okay, I'll give you this chance." Sang Bei said.

Xue Qinghe opened and closed his mouth, but did not make a sound for a long time.

Sang Bei said: "You are indeed suspicious!"

Xue Qinghe covered her face: "I'm embarrassed to say~!"

Sang Bei said coldly, "What's there to be embarrassed about?"

Xue Qinghe said: "You go out early and come back late these days. I can't even see you. I have been waiting for you since last night. I finally saw you come back just now. You left before I said a word to you. , I want to know what you are busy with every day, so I followed here..."

Sang Bei's head was full of question marks, and it took him a long time to say: "Then you have seen me now, go back."

Xue Qinghe smirked: "Hey, let me watch it for a while."

Sang Bei said: "No."

Xue Qinghe said: "What's wrong?" Then he whispered: "I don't know how many times I've been here."

"Have you been here before?!" Sang Bei yelled angrily, "How dare you come to such a place!"

Xue Qinghe knew that Sangbei hated the customers downstairs the most, so he made up a reason in a hurry: "I used to work and study! I worked here..."

Sang Bei: "...well, you can follow if you want, but you are not allowed to wander around."

Xue Qinghe didn't know why Sang Bei suddenly changed his mind, so he nodded cheerfully, deciding to think about this question later.