Dedicated to the silly little white artist

22

early morning.

Bai En lay on the soft bed, half dreaming and half awake, hearing the sound of chopping vegetables and the sizzling sound of oil churning in the pan. He thought for a while, but he couldn't remember where he was.

While recovering his divergent IQ, he climbed out of the quilt and got out of bed. The clothes on the floor were scattered on the floor. The only shirt that was not involved in it was rolled up with the semen-glued sheet. It was so wrinkled that it was impossible to wear it. .

Seeing this scene, Bai En finally remembered it. He naturally pulled out Zheng He's underwear from the cabinet and put it on. After he was done, he stood naked on the mirror to admire his own appearance.

The muscular abdomen is densely covered with red marks from Zheng He's gnawing. Mr. Bai's hand slowly ran across his body, and the corner of his mouth smiled, unable to conceal the irony.If he was still thinking about whether to invite Zheng He as a bed guest before today, then since last night, Zheng He's future position has become a foregone conclusion.

He took out his mobile phone, intending to take a photo as a souvenir. The moment he turned on the screen, a message sent half an hour ago came into view. He read it slowly, with a cold expression on his face.

After packing up his luggage and opening the door, when he passed the living room, he saw the little guy who had been pestering him last night wearing an apron and fiddled with a pair of chopsticks in the frying pan. With a thought, Bai En walked over and hugged Zheng He from behind, She put her head on his shoulder and asked, "Did you make this for me?"

Unsurprisingly, Zheng He's ears twitched and slowly turned red, but his face pretended to be serious: "Yes."

Bai En couldn't stop laughing, he had never found himself liking this kind of tone, but once he met it, he couldn't control it.

If it wasn't for the time limit, Bai En really wanted to take off this man's clothes now, and use his own sharp weapon to make him cry...

oh, stop and stop.Bai En said something silently.It's not good that he reacted just thinking of this, Bai En let go of Zheng He, and said, "Sorry, I don't have the habit of eating breakfast, you can eat, I'm leaving." After speaking, he left quickly, afraid that he would turn back Just one look and I can't control it.

"Mr. Bai, wait a moment." Zheng He rushed out recklessly and shouted.

"Zheng He, what's wrong with you?" Bai En's expression darkened.

Zheng He hesitated to say why, but finally shook his head and waved his hands: "It's okay, be careful all the way."

Bai En smiled falsely.

Zheng He, after today, even if you want to escape, you will not be able to escape.

An Nai's demons were constantly churning, Bai En took a deep look at the person at the door who kept looking at him, turned his head and left.

23

It's not a big deal for an artist under Boss Song's banner who debuted pure and innocent to be taken off in a nightclub. After all, the artist's external image is set by the company and basically has nothing to do with him, but what follows is the company's stock. It was bought by a private company by a large margin. From the time it was distributed to the opening of the market the next day, it dropped by [-]% in just six hours. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Boss Song had provoked someone he shouldn't have.

Bai En's trick to get rid of the golden cicada's shell was really ingenious. He had nothing to do with the incident from the beginning to the end. Even if he tried his best to investigate, he couldn't find him. The people behind Boss Song were finally forced to have no choice but to negotiate a peace. .

——This is what the text message said.

Just as Bai En entered BEACHER, a female secretary beside him hurried over. The 36D breasts rose and fell with her movements. When Bai En saw this scene, he remembered Zheng He's round and tight white butt.

"Bai Dong," the secretary took a few breaths after standing up, and continued, "Mr. Song has been waiting for you for a long time in the conference hall on the sixteenth floor."

"How long?" Bai En asked lightly.

The secretary recalled for a moment: "Well...almost four hours."

Bai En counted the time and knew that Song Zhenhao arrived after seven o'clock. He stepped into the elevator and said, "It seems that he is still not nervous. Go and hold him. When he starts to panic, let us know." I."

Boss Song didn't know Bai En's dark psychology yet. Seeing the secretary came back, he wiped the sweat off his head with a towel, his eyes unconsciously glanced at Miss Secretary's turbulent waves, and hurriedly asked, "Where's Mr. Bai? Haven't you arrived yet?"

A hint of disgust flashed across Miss Secretary's expression, and she said with a smile, "Wait a little longer, there is a traffic jam on the road, and Director Bai will be here in a while."

24

In Boss Song's desperation, Bai En took a leisurely shower in the office, walked out wet, compared Zheng He's underwear to his own, and made a pose, thinking that he should put Zheng He's underwear on his sharp weapon It’s better to pretend that you are masturbating yourself. Just after posing and not setting the camera stop time, suddenly the door was opened, and Sang Bei rushed in with a bunch of documents: “Bai Dong, these documents urgently need your signature, I know you In the bathroom, it doesn't matter, just reach out for a pen and..."

The moment Sang Bei saw Mr. Bai, he fell silent.

"You, you..." Sang Bei was stunned and stuttered.

Bai En ignored Sang Bei calmly, pressed the shutter, folded the underwear that Zheng He had brought over, and asked back, "What documents?"

Sang Bei blushed, "Since you're busy, I'll come back later."

"It's okay, I'm done." Mr. Bai sat naked on the boss's chair, pointed at the table with his finger curled up, with a calm expression: "Bring over the document, I'll approve it now."

Sang Bei's blushing was green: "Bai Dong, can you please get dressed before you go to work?"

Bai En looked displeased: "Why, I can't move my hands if I don't wear clothes? The signed document won't have legal effect?"

Sang Bei was so overwhelmed by Mr. Bai's glib tongue that he couldn't refute. He closed his eyes and walked past with a document as if he was going to die with a strong man. He went straight to the sofa on the left side of his desk. He intentionally didn't remind him. He watched Sangbei trip over the coffee table and fell on the sofa with cold eyes, and said, "Now, are you willing to open your eyes?"

Sang Bei got up from the sofa with a distressed face, sorted out the documents that were accidentally scattered, and said seriously: "Bai Dong, if you put on your clothes from the beginning, I won't fall down, so..."

Bai En was not angry and arrogant: "Are you blaming me?" He bit the last word hard.

Sang Bei trembled, closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Just when Sang Bei thought that Chairman Bai would reprimand him angrily, Bai En suddenly smiled, patted Sang Bei on the shoulder, and said lightly: "Look at how scared you are." Then he turned into the lounge to get dressed.

Sang Bei couldn't figure out Bai Dong's temper, and didn't dare to guess the twists and turns, so he packed up the documents and went out.

"call……"

When closing the door, Sang Bei exhaled slowly to relieve the complicated emotions gradually surging in his heart.

How could Bai Dong wear underwear with a cartoon pattern on it?

Could it be wrong?