Dedicated to the silly little white artist

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Mr. Bai knew that he felt sorry for Zheng He this time.

Although he seems serious and serious, he can definitely deceive Zheng He with a bunch of lies, but he has been looking for an opportunity to be honest with Zheng He.

He has gradually strengthened Zheng He's loyalty to himself through step-by-step speculation. What is needed now is to train Zheng He well. Although he can't reach the level of Jiezi and Sangbei, Mr. Bai will try his best to preserve Zheng He in his lifetime. He always believes that power is the best way to protect a person.

Mr. Bai led Zheng He to sit on the sofa, poured him a glass of water, and said, "I hope you will swallow everything I'm going to tell you next, and don't tell anyone else a single word."

Although Zheng He was full of grievances, he still nodded and said: "Don't worry, I will not tell anyone about the secrets between you and Young Master Rong."

Mr. Bai: "..."

Mr. Bai drank more than half of the water that Zheng He poured to calm his mind, and said, "What I told you is not about him, no, it should be regarded as 'not all'." He raised his hand and turned the light bulb in the desk lamp He took it out, showed Zheng He the pedestal, and then unexpectedly took out a small black ball from the black lacquered chassis.

"Is this a cockroach egg?" Zheng He asked this question out of nowhere.

Mr. Bai pretended not to hear, and put the black ball on the table: "This is a bug, and there are more than 40 monitors in the room."

"I've seen the monitor," Zheng He said, "I often see it when I clean the house...it turns out that the bug looks like this, it's amazing." Zheng He said without any psychological pressure, and reached for it.

Bai En didn't understand: "Don't you feel awkward?"

"What's awkward?" Zheng He put the bug in his hand and pondered carefully.

"When we were having sex, there were a lot of people watching." Mr. Bai stopped short. After all, the bodyguards were probably still eavesdropping.

Zheng He was stunned, his face became more and more red, and he was almost bleeding: "Could it be... that the monitor was not turned off at that time?"

Mr. Bai felt relieved. It seems that there is no problem with Zheng He's brain structure. He just didn't think fast enough and didn't think about it: "There are too many machines, and I can't find them in many places. It's too troublesome to turn them off, and Dangers are most likely to occur during sex, and it is always right to take precautions before they happen."

Zheng He noodle tears: "Mr. Bai, you have whitewashed my worldview, do you know that? If this continues, how can I have the face to take off my clothes and your blah blah blah?"

"Cough, just get used to it." Mr. Bai said this with a particularly guilty conscience, and he said sternly: "This is not what I want to tell you, I think after this kidnapping, you should know that there are many dangers hidden around me. No one knows about you, but as long as we are still in love, sooner or later you will be exposed, I am not going to hide you forever, it is not fair to you, so I want to give you everything that can protect you, many may be you Don't like it, but trust me, I will never lie to you."

"Well, I believe you, tell me, what do you want me to do?" Zheng He sensed the seriousness of the man when he said this, his heart sank, and he said.

"I won't let you do anything." Mr. Bai felt deeply that he might really go see a doctor, why his subordinates are unreliable, even his lover is unreliable, is there something wrong with his aura, he removed the monitor from Zheng He He took it out of his little paw and pressed it back to the original place, saying: "All you need is to listen to me quietly and then accept some of my suggestions."

Zheng He nodded: "I'm ready!"

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Mr. Bai discovered very early that someone was following, assassinating, and tripping him up.

——But it's a pity that the villain planned everything secretly, but it didn't hurt Mr. Bai in the slightest.

This directly led to Mr. Bai not paying attention to the other party at all, which made the villain even more annoyed and unscrupulous.

There is a saying that the height of Tao is one foot and the height of magic is ten feet high. The protective measures around Mr. Bai increase with the attack and combat power of those people. After a year or two, Mr. Bai has become familiar with the opponent's At that time, he got to know and accepted Zheng He because of the double problems of psychological problems and physical problems.

Zheng He is simply the breakthrough in the seamless egg.

In his later years, the old man of Hongzhi Group had cerebral palsy because he had never fought against Mr. Bai, and finally went to the hospital to wait for his death. His grandson inherited the unfinished business of his ancestors, and continued to work hard to get Mr. Bai from Mr. Bai's West District by means of this unscrupulous method. It's a good thing, but it's a pity that the current chairman who grew up in a foreign country is full of bourgeois colors, and even has a wrong look at Bai En. It wasn't the people in the circle of H City who saw that Mr. Hongzhi hadn't passed away yet, so they gave him face, and they might have abandoned his body in the wilderness long ago.

The above is all that Mr. Bai knows.

Zheng He shook the photo: "Then what's going on?"

"This is what dy gave me just now, saying that Ah Rong has a close relationship with the current chairman." Bai En tapped his finger on the photo: "However, if it's him... I can understand what's going on. Something happened."

Zheng He raised his ears: "What do you mean?"

Mr. Bai smiled, and said extremely gently: "I don't seem to have told you about Arong, have I?"

Zheng He shrank his neck, and replied eagerly: "Actually, if you don't tell me... I almost figured it out."

"What they said is not what I really think," Mr. Bai leaned on the cushion, opened his hands, and Zheng He struggled for two seconds before leaning forward with his whole body.

Mr. Bai hugged Zheng He, seemed to be brewing a sentence, and said after a while: "From the first time I saw Ah Rong, I knew that he was not someone who could put my mind at ease, but at the beginning he was able to pretend Afterwards, I took him to a few gatherings, and he let go. Maybe because he saw that there was no one else around me, he felt confident and began to contact other people frequently in my name, without any regard for the consequences. This disgusts me, and something particularly unpleasant happened to me." Bai En closed his eyes, stroked Zheng He's hair, and said, "I can't remember what my mother looked like when she died. People destroyed everything, and when I inadvertently returned to Country Y a few years later, there was not even her ashes left."

Zheng He listened, and suddenly felt that Mr. Bai was really hard... ==

"Are these two things related?" Zheng He asked.

"It doesn't matter, it's just...hehe," Mr. Bai smiled very nicely, and said, "I finally found the wooden comb that my mother used when she was alive, and kept it hidden in the safe in the room where I lived. It was stolen by Ah Rong."

This is simply a divine unfolding, Zheng He was dumbfounded: "Then, did he pay you back?"

"What do you say?" Mr. Bai asked.

"It should be returned to you. After all, this is an important relic of your mother. How heartless would you even steal this." Zheng He said according to his own understanding.

"If he returned the wooden comb to me, I wouldn't be so angry that I would ruin his future." Mr. Bai's voice became cold.

Zheng He felt the deep-seated hatred in him, and quickly comforted him. Because he was a third-rate artist, he had never known Rong Shao, but many people said that his character was not very good, even his gold The relics of the Lord's mother were all stolen... Zheng He felt that he might never be able to understand whether his strange behavior was simply ignorance of the world or his reluctance to die.

360 one

It was the first time that Mr. Bai spoke so clearly and coherently to Zheng He. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to have any effect except to open Zheng He's horizons.

He dumped out the poor fried pork with garlic sprouts that Mr. Bai had raped in the microwave, and burned another eggplant with minced meat, and started his belated lunch.

"What should I do after that?" Zheng He asked.

"Just do what you want." Mr. Bai answered concisely.

Zheng He rolled his eyes: "What are you talking about, what's the difference between telling me and not telling me?"

"The parting is to let you know that there are still many things in this world that you don't know. Don't be stupid every day. It worries me." Mr. Bai couldn't help but tell the truth in his heart.

Zheng He bit his chopsticks and said, "Who is stupid? I'm very reliable at critical moments, okay?"

"Don't bite the chopsticks," Bai En took out the chopsticks like Zheng He's guardian: "People with high IQs will not make such immature actions. If you want to show me your wisdom, I will I can compete with you, the content and rules of the competition are up to you, as long as you beat me, I will not interfere with your affairs in the future, can you accept this condition?"

Zheng He said without thinking, "You bully!"

Mr. Bai laughed: "I have said so, are you still bullying?"

Zheng He recalled what Mr. Bai said just now, flattened his mouth, and said: "No matter, you are bullying me by comparing IQ with me. You are mocking me! Human attack!"

"Rensen attack?" Mr. Bai deliberately bit his tongue and repeated.

"Personal attack! If you don't want my big tongue, you also have a big tongue!" Zheng He raised his neck, full of complaints.

"There's nothing to be angry about such a trivial matter." Mr. Bai ladled Zheng He a bowl of soup leisurely: "No matter what, we have to wait until the meal is over."

Zheng He persisted in criticizing: "You haven't said that my cooking is delicious."

"Well, baby's craftsmanship is the best." Bai En lowered his head to drink the soup.

"I'm also very nice." Zheng He said.

"Well, my baby is also very nice, very cute." Mr. Bai scooped up another bowl of soup for himself.

Zheng He was happy, and he happily cut the cake after being praised.