Dedicated to the silly little white artist

190 nine

Mr. Bai did not know what method he used to decipher the password of Zheng He's online disk account.

Zheng He's face turned pale with fright.

Bai En: "...Baby, what expression do you have?"

Zheng He: "A silent protest."

Bai En: "The protest is invalid, bring me the computer."

Zheng He held the notebook tightly and refused to let go.

Bai En touched Zheng He's little ear: "Be good, let go."

Zheng He desperately resisted the urge to scratch his ears, and said, "If you can't do it, you can't do it. That's my privacy! You can't peek!"

Bai En smiled and said, "I didn't peek, so why don't I bring you together?"

Zheng He burst into tears: "Mr. Bai, are you determined?"

Bai En looked at him with his head tilted, the corners of his lips curled up, and he didn't reply.

Zheng He:"……"

Zheng He: "Okay, I'll show you what's in my account, but you can't laugh at me."

Bai En smiled and hugged Zheng He in his arms and kissed him. Zheng He suddenly felt that Mr. Bai's overbearing was sometimes sweet.

two hundred

Zheng He's online disk neatly lists all the clips he has participated in since his debut.

He was very embarrassed, and said: "Sister Fang gave it to me before I left the company. I didn't want it at first, but later I thought I should keep it as a souvenir..."

"Oh," Bai En thought that Zheng He was quite cute. He really didn't expect the things in it to be like this. He suddenly wanted to see the things Zheng He had photographed, so he asked, "Baby, I remember just meeting him." When you were there, you told me about a role you played, which one? I forgot."

"Don't read it now," Zheng He said, "I'm afraid you will have a headache."

"It's okay, I just took the medicine." Bai En looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and said, "I can last for half an hour."

"Do you really want to see it?" Zheng He asked.

"Of course." Bai En hung Zheng He's nose with a light smile.

Except for "Spring Tribulation", all of Zheng He's scenes add up to less than an hour. He clicked on a video source that was only about 5 minutes long, and said, "Here, you can watch it."

"What are you acting in?" Bai En asked in order to better understand Zheng He's acting skills.

Zheng He thought for a while, the role of 'Song Zhiqiu' was taken by him four years ago, and he was not even considered a supporting actor in the whole drama, and no one asked him any questions about this role since then. Except that Zheng He still knew that he played the role, he almost forgot about it.

"It seems to be a story about an assassin and a savior... Well, then he had some ambiguous things with a maid, but it didn't work out. The screenwriter temporarily took on the role and wrote the maid to death, so I finished it ahead of time. gone."

Bai En said: "You should try to practice your expressive ability. Although you said a lot, I only understood one sentence. Tell me, who is the person who plays the maid?"

Zheng He wanted to say 'Tao Jie', but when he saw Bai En's face that was about to go mad, he pretended to be stupid and said, "I don't know, I don't know."

Bai En put his hands together, twirled his thumbs unconsciously, and said slowly, "But why do I think you're lying?"

"Hey hey, how dare I."

"I hope so." Bai En didn't pierce Zheng He's body that had caught up with the sifting of chaff, and said: "I'll make way to the side, I just saw that it seemed to be buffered."

As soon as Zheng He moved, he suddenly remembered that Mr. Bai clicked on the video, saw Tao Jie's recognizable face, and all the lies were poked out. He turned around quickly and wanted to grab the mouse to close the webpage. The movement was too big, and more than half of his body was in Bai En's arms. He tripped when he took a step. With a click, the screen closed, and Zheng He's buttocks were straight. Sitting on a laptop.

Bai En tilted his head and reached out to touch it: "Do you want me to see how beautiful your butt is, baby."

Zheng He:"……"

Mr. Bai, you are naturally black all your life.

two hundred and one

Through his own observations, Zheng He searched the Internet for a long time, and vaguely knew that the root of Mr. Bai's illness was in his head, and he did not know where he got the friendly reminder from a quack doctor, which said that mental patients should be treated with incomparable patience and tolerance Do your best to listen to what they say.

This idiot Zheng He really believed it.

After waiting around Mr. Bai all morning, even Bai En felt awkward in the end, pulled a chair for him to sit down and rested, and said, "Is there something wrong with your head too?"

"Also?" Zheng He repeated the word.

Bai En snorted and said, "Don't you know that my head is abnormal?"

Zheng He was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean it either."

"I forgive you." Bai En said generously, and the next sentence: "But you asked me to take pictures tonight."

Zheng He's facial features were slightly distorted: "Mr. Bai, your habit is really perverted. What's there to take pictures of in that place, it's weird."

Hearing that he was being scolded, Bai En breathed a sigh of relief.

Zheng He looked at Bai En and turned his gaze out of the window again, and asked, "What are you looking at, it's been all morning."

"There are people outside the window." Bai En looked calm.

Zheng He was so frightened that he almost ran away like shit.

Bai En stretched out his hand to pull Zheng He back, and said, "What are you afraid of, you can't see it anyway."

Zheng He said: "Not being able to see it doesn't prove that I am not afraid, okay? The unknown is scary."

Bai En nodded his head: "I imagined them, what are you afraid of, it's not real."

Zheng He listened to Bai En's words in a daze, and felt a deep sense of abruptness. Mr. Bai acted too rationally. He seemed to know that everything in the outside world was false, but he was obviously suffering from this kind of mental illness.

Bai En saw Zheng He's doubts at a glance, and said: "I just have a slight schizophrenia, and the more serious ones are paranoia and anti-social psychology, understand?"

Zheng He shook his head: "I don't understand, I've seen these on TV."

Bai En said: "When you have time, you should look at those things less, many of them are not worth thinking about repeatedly, and it will make you more and more strange."

Zheng He was very aggrieved: "That's all I'm interested in. If you still don't let me keep it, hobbies are innocent!"

"Forget it, I don't want to argue with you on such a boring question," Bai En said, "Do you have something to do here?"

"It's okay." Zheng He was so idle that he was almost growing fungus.

Bai En doubted: "Usually at this time, you should have gone to play with the computer long ago, why are you still sitting here today?"

Zheng He said, "I can sit beside you and play."

Bai En waved his hand: "Forget it, I feel flustered when I listen to the background music of that game, and I don't feel very comfortable."

Zheng He said, "I can turn off the audio."

Bai En was not used to having people around him, especially when he was walking on thin ice, so he said, "It's fine for me to be alone."

Zheng He was really afraid of the half-meter-high fence under Mr. Bai's arms. He was afraid that Mr. Bai would not think about it and jumped down. He didn't even have the strength to lift the body up and pack it. Don't play games tonight, just watching Mr. Bai alone is enough."

Bai En didn't expect Zheng He to tell his love for him in this situation. He was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "Your voice is too low."

Zheng He raised his voice: "I said, I just need to look at Mr. Bai!"

Bai En said again: "Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."

Zheng He looked back angrily at Bai En, putting his hands in the shape of a trumpet by his mouth, and shouted: "I like Bai En, the pervert!!!"

This is the second time that Bai En was scolded by the same person, and he was quite happy to be scolded.