Dedicated to the silly little white artist

25

The meeting between Mr. Bai and Boss Song was profound and brief.

In order to let Bai En raise his hand, Boss Song was willing to sacrifice Zheng He, who had already terminated the contract with the company, as a bargaining chip and a bargaining chip. Bai En had expected this result a long time ago, and seemed a little uninterested.

"Mr. Bai," Boss Song suddenly changed the subject, and said very politely: "I still have a few very motivated artists in my hands, and I need your advice. I wonder if you can do me a favor and have a potluck together."

Bai En leaned on the sofa seat, rubbed the pad of his thumb with his middle finger and twirled lightly. Hearing this, he burst out laughing, and slowly raised his head to glance at Boss Song with an obvious sarcasm.

Boss Song felt restless for a moment. Remembering the man's explanation, he endured it, looked back at the man, and said, "You...what do you think?"

"What do you think?" Bai En asked.

Boss Song hesitated for a while and didn't dare to follow Bai En's meaning, and said with a smile: "If you are busy today, then it's the same if we meet again another day. I'll go first?"

"Don't." Bai En stretched out his hand and pressed it on Boss Song's shoulder. Boss Song is over 40 this year, a few years older than Mr. Bai, but now he is trembling like a mouse seeing a cat. Knowing that during this period of time, I have done a lot of bad things to sorry for the person in front of me. I thought that I would be able to get some benefits from it, but I didn't expect to lose my wife and lose my army, and offended this person who used to avoid him.

Bai En quietly observed Boss Hui Song's expression, and seeing that he was so scared, he said slowly: "We have known each other for so many years, so it stands to reason that I should go there, but my part I can't get away from being annoyed by some bad things all the time, Zhenhao, help me think about it."

Song Zhenhao's left hand couldn't stop trembling, he quickly pressed it with his right hand, tucked it into his sleeve, and didn't dare to raise his head: "Mr. Bai, I also know that I was wrong all this time, I... I was blinded by lard, we know each other After so many years, for the sake of past love, let's turn this page..."

Bai En suddenly stood up, kicked Boss Song off the sofa, and roared: "You deserve to have a relationship with me!"

This kick really hit Boss Song's chest, causing him to groan in pain, curled up and unable to move.

"Aiyo, aiyo..."

"Shut up!" Bai En overturned the coffee table on top of him, causing Boss Song to whine again, and the blood from his forehead mixed with the tea on the floor made a stench.

"I'm going to kill someone! Help me!" Boss Song was frightened by Bai En's ferocious face at this time, he didn't care about the blood that would soon stain half of his face red, he crawled from under the sofa to the door with all his limbs, and knocked hard: "Come on, someone! Help! Help!"

Outside.

Candy and Jiezi, who are guarding the gate, each hold a handheld computer, which is clearly recording everything that happened in the house. Candy said to Jiezi, "Hey, you said we can't open the door."

The door was slammed, and Jie Zi leaned over with his back turned, and said in a cool tone, "Go and open it? Anyway, I won't go."

Seeing this, Candy asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Bai, I haven't seen him lose his temper for a long time, and Sangbei and the others don't care."

"How do you manage it?" Jiezi used the computer to call up the interface to play games, and said, "No one knows Mr. Bai's temper, and who can control it. Let me tell you, this Song Zhutou is too low-key, relying on us The family made a fortune and turned around to help the other family, how can there be so many good things in this world, and he has earned all the benefits by himself."

Candy asked: "We rely on our family to make a fortune? Isn't Boss Song from the film and television industry? What does it have to do with Director Bai?"

Jie Zi glared at him: "Why do you care about this, just keep the door safe."

26

The light blue potion flows into the body along the veins as the air is squeezed.

Song Zhenhao trembled from the pain all over his body.

——At this moment, he can't see the majestic posture in front of people at all. He is well-dressed, but his hands and feet are tied behind his back on the chair.

No one knows what he experienced in these short 10 minutes, except Bai En.

When pulling out the needle, Bai En smiled and held the needle tube a few times, until Song Zhenhao's arm rose rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then he pulled it out bit by bit, as if to give him more pain, he pulled it out The speed of the needle is surprisingly slow, and it also tests the level of endurance.

"I can guess what you're waiting for." Bai En began to brainwash: "But no one will come, and you know it yourself. You were sent here because they felt that you, a pawn, couldn't get involved with anything other than this. You have been abandoned by them, like now, struggling painfully in my hands, hehe."

His soft and gentle tone echoed quietly in BEACHER's largest living room, giving rise to a sense of trust for no reason.

Boss Song had a splitting headache due to the effect of the medicine, but his head was clearer than ever. He struggled a few times in pain, but the next moment he vomited profusely, and his expensive shirt was soaked in sweat.

"Does it hurt?" Bai En attached his hand to the place where Boss Song had just been injected and pressed. Boss Song was so painful that he couldn't get up. Bai En's hand gradually tightened, and his fingers sank into the flesh. Boss Song was tortured in pain Rolled his eyes straight.

The medicine that Bai En injected into Song Zhenhao just now was a black medicine bought by retail investors from other places some time ago. The high degree of physical damage is accompanied by nervous excitement and abnormal sensitivity of pain nerves.

Bai En was just optimistic about these three points, and slowly tortured this man who made him feel depressed while cooperating with some undiscovered tricks.

There's nothing like the best music in the world to stomp people on their feet and watch them howl.

Unpleasant to listen to, it is as addictive as sex.

Boss Song shook his body a few times, a watermark gradually appeared on the crotch of the suit, and dripped down his thighs to the ground. Only then did Bai En realize that he was using too much force, and he severely deleted a piece of Boss Song. With a slap in the face, Boss Song tilted his head, apparently unconscious.

"I'm actually incontinent..." Bai En raised his head and shouted towards the ceiling: "Record this paragraph."

Jie Zideng outside the door exited from the game interface, he inserted the disc to burn, Candy knocked on the door a few times, indicating that he already knew, and continued to stand back to guard the door.

The bad breath in his heart finally dissipated a lot. Bai En carefully recalled today's events and guessed the subsequent events. Suddenly, he thought of Zheng He who was pestering him non-stop last night. The butt is the complete opposite of his not-so-great facial features.

"What a stunner..." Bai En snorted softly, "From now on...you will be mine."

Under the scorching sun, Zheng He felt chills.