Dedicated to the silly little white artist

Eighteen

Mr. Bai returned to City H. On the way back, Jiezi kept nagging in his ears about the degree of danger this time and the correctness of his deduction. He landed at an airport on the boundary line, got off the plane without saying a word, followed the people who came and left the private jet and took the ferry, leaving only Jiezi who stood there stupidly waiting for him.

Jiezi had no idea what Mr. Bai was up to. He waited all afternoon and found no one. He was just about to report to country J when Sangbei called. He was scolded 3 minutes ago. He carried out a nasty and false emotional offensive for 1 minute, and finally asked what happened.

Jiezi was quite worried that Mr. Bai would turn himself to death if he didn't understand his brain. He told him what happened on the plane after knowing that Mr. Bai was fine.

Sang Bei didn't say anything after listening, and sighed: "Okay, I know about this, come back soon."

Jie Zi rolled his eyes: "Here, there is no place in front of the village or back of the store, how do you want me to go back? Don't forget, I am still following a bunch of stupid ducks. What's the matter with Mr. Bai? He really doesn't care about us?" He is still confused.

Sang Bei, who suffered from intermittent facial nerve paralysis, finally couldn't hold back his performance this time, and said, "Obviously, Director Bai thought you were noisy, so he left you behind."

Jiezi yelled: "It's because of this?!"

Sang Bei said calmly, "That's why."

Nineteen

At this time, Mr. Bai, who was discussed by everyone, was flipping through the photos in his hand, raised his eyebrows and asked, "That's all?"

Candy, one of his bodyguards, vomited a mouthful of blood secretly, and said bitterly, "Bai Dong, your request is really too high. We checked Zheng He a long time ago. Healthy, nothing out of the ordinary from a résumé."

"No," Bai En shook his head, put down the candid photos in his hand, and said, "I mean to take some photos of Zheng Heping's daily life, not an investigation, and you went in the wrong direction from the beginning."

Candy couldn't believe her ears: "You, you..." He hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a word.

Bai En ignored him, and took out Zhang Zhenghe from the pile of photos, wearing only a white sweater with a popsicle in his mouth, and said, "Look, this is what I want, but," he pressed his finger on the Zheng He rubbed the position of his upper body clothes in the photo: "It would be nice to show it a little more."

Candy floated out like the bleakest fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

For the next few weeks, Zheng He felt as if someone was spying on him every time he took a shower.

twenty

After returning to City H, Bai En found time to meet Zheng He a few more times. The more he got in touch, the more satisfied he was. Zheng He met his requirements in every way. He originally wanted to take a long-term view of Boss Song as a big fish. Putting it into his stomach and slowly digesting this little thing that came by accident, he didn't expect that just as his side gradually began to show signs, Zheng He terminated the contract with Boss Song like a wild horse, and ran away.

Mr. Bai couldn't stop the sinister smile on his face when he learned about this.

I'll let you run and see how far you can run.

Bai En had calculated well in his heart, and while dealing with Boss Song, he had won a lot of funds. After being so busy for a few days, Bai En's brain was fully spinning, and he was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep.

Just after dusk, large red and golden clouds lined up in the sky. Mr. Bai wore a white nightgown and walked into the biochemical garden next to the villa with bare feet. The gardeners who were farting after dinner inadvertently saw such a man floating around like a ghost. He was covered in white sweat with fright, and took out his camera to take pictures, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Bai En obviously didn't expect how much panic his unintentional actions would bring to others. At this time, he was concentrating on predicting what would happen next, as well as that lovely Zheng He.

Bai En teased Zheng He a lot at the beginning, and didn't plan to develop it for a long time, but Zheng He seemed to have magical powers. When he couldn't see it, he would occasionally have a thought, and when he saw it, his heart would feel soft again. Soft and warm.

It feels like drug poisoning, too much of anything is not good, affection will not last long, he told himself silently, and after thinking about it, he doesn't like Zheng He, so he can barely talk about unfeeling things, so he can barely manage to go back to the villa and change his body. Seeing people's clothes, Shi Shiran looked for them according to the address on Zheng He's profile in his memory.

Zheng He had been exhausted at his new job all day. He had just returned home for a rest when he heard the doorbell ring and asked, "Who is it?"

Bai En deliberately teased him, and said, "I'm a courier."

Zheng He let go of his vigilance, opened the door, and saw that it was Mr. Bai, a look of astonishment flashed across his face that couldn't hide his expression, his eye circles turned red instantly, and he didn't know what he thought of.

Mr. Bai stared at Zheng He's small movements to guess what he was thinking at this time, he didn't quite understand what happened to Zheng He, the two sides were silent for a while, and Mr. Bai was the first to speak cheekily: "Why don't you invite me in for a while? "

Zheng He came to his senses at this moment, and said hesitantly, "Is there... is there something for you?"

Bai En shook his head: "It's okay, come here as soon as you think about it."

Zheng He's face twitched, but he still welcomed the person in. He bent down to look for slippers in the shoe cabinet. After rummaging for a long time, he found a pair of snow-white slippers with a rabbit pattern printed on them.

Mr. Bai: "..."

Zheng He also seemed a little guilty, and whispered: "You can change your shoes and come in."

Bai En has mixed feelings in his heart, looking at the rabbit slippers, he still thinks over and over again.

After a pause, Zheng He's lips moved, and he said something: "Forget it, you can wear socks. The heat in my house is not bad."

Mr. Bai suddenly laughed when he heard the words, touched Zheng He's head and walked into the room.

He is really interesting, Bai En thought.

21

It is said that people should not be judged by their appearance, Bai En understood the meaning today.

It never occurred to him that Zheng He could cook, the taste wasn't bad, and he ate very comfortably.

Bai En took advantage of Zheng He's washing dishes and walked around the house to get a clear idea of ​​the terrain. It's not a big room, and the layout is full of things. It can be seen that the owner is very careful, at least every thing Everything is in just the right place.

Zheng He walked over with a plate of cut fruits, put them on the tea table, and turned on the TV.

Bai En walked over and sat down, staring at the neatly cut fruit on the plate in front of him, with two small toothpicks thoughtfully placed on it, Zheng He took a sliced ​​pear and handed it over: "Do you want to eat it?"

Bai En opened his mouth.

Zheng He's face started to twitch again, and he stuffed the pear into the man's mouth almost roughly.

Bai En felt quite enjoyable.