Dedicated to the silly little white artist

390

"Meeting in 28 Hours" finally turned on. On the day of burning incense, many people were invited. Mr. Bai was not suitable to show his face, so he stayed in the lounge of the studio.

The production crew usually burn incense when they start up, and no one knows that it is the blessing of the god who worshiped. Even when he asked Director Wang, he couldn't figure it out, so he smiled a few times and said, "Please rest assured." The custom of burning incense here is learned from Hong Kong, while there are many customs there, and everything must pay attention to the ancestors before conducting personnel. After a large group of crew members have been thoroughly popularized, the incense is almost finished.

Due to personal reasons, it was not suitable for Zheng He to appear on the media at this time. He talked to Sister Fang, and after searching for a long time, he found that Mr. Bai had disappeared. He ran around the set several times in a hurry. Is it sweat from the heat, or Aaron saw that Zheng He seemed to be looking for something, and asked Mr. Bai with a strange smile.

Zheng He also felt very embarrassed when he thought about it. He was so concerned that he was confused. He just thought about running around looking for someone, and forgot that he was the one who gave Mr. Bai the key to the lounge.

"You two are really you and me." Aaron said: "It will be like this after a while, I almost thought you were conjoined twins."

"Fuck off, dogs can't speak human words." Zheng He spat.

"Tsk tsk," Aaron clicked his tongue: "This man just can't tell the truth, and his loyal words are harsh, especially if you have soft ears. Okay, go to your Mr. Bai. He just asked me when It's over."

Zheng He flipped through the notepad in his bag, and remembered that he hadn't written anything down since Sister Fang came back, so he asked, "Hey, I haven't been alive this afternoon."

"Probably not." Aaron said: "Sister Fang said that she found an advertisement for you. It's very good. It's the kind of long-term cooperation. I just don't know when you will be free. She is too embarrassed to speak. Let me ask you."

Sister Fang always felt that Mr. Bai hired her because of Zheng He, and even his attitude towards Zheng He changed a lot when he was working.

Zheng He frowned, and said, "You ask me, and I'm not sure. Wait until I ask Mr. Bai, what he said will work."

"Okay then." Aaron said: "By the way, Brother Zheng, let me ask you something. What do you usually call Mr. Bai?"

Zheng He was slightly startled, and said, "It's Mr. Bai."

"Other than that?" Aaron asked.

Zheng He said: "It seems that there is no more, oh, when I am angry, I will call him Bai En directly, but I haven't called him a few times."

Aaron put on Conan's classic "there is only one truth" pose, and said, "Don't you think this state is weird? Think about it, what does Mr. Bai usually call you?"

Zheng He said: "...Baby."

"That's right!" Aaron clapped his hands: "Mr. Bai called you so affectionately, but you answered him so coldly. If you don't know, you may think that there is some disagreement between you."

Zheng He rubbed his face: "I'm just used to barking, and I won't be able to change it for a while."

"If you don't want to change it, you have to change it." Aaron educated: "It's very important to call this thing in the relationship with the couple."

A few days ago, Zheng He was scolded on the Internet for not caring about patients, and now Aaron, an outsider, said to his face what he did wrong, which made him panic for a while, and seriously reflected whether he was really bad. Why is everyone talking about him?

390 one

Mr. Bai heard Zheng He's footsteps from a long distance away.

He has a habit that he has cultivated since he was a child, that is, he is used to listening to other people's walking posture and frequency. This is the same as human hand lines. As long as you observe carefully, it is easy to distinguish.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer, he closed the book, stretched his waist, stood up from the armchair and opened the door, just one second before Zheng He put his hand on the latch, Zheng He probably Thinking about things, I was shocked when I saw this scene.

"Is it all over?" Mr. Bai put his hands on his shoulders, half-armed him, and brought the person in. The difference between Zheng He and Mr. Bai was nearly ten centimeters, but the length of the upper body was still the same, which directly caused Zheng He to stretch out his hand. He couldn't touch Mr. Bai, but Bai En could catch Zheng He's hair with one hand.

Zheng He wanted to struggle this time without exception, but suddenly remembered Aaron's words, withdrew his hand, and sat down on the chair along Mr. Bai's hand on his back, saying: "Well, there should be nothing wrong today. But this time I can’t shoot my part first, I have to follow the plot step by step, and I don’t know that Director Wang found that big money to invest, and it’s such a big deal.”

Mr. Bai took a sip of his tea and never told Zheng He that he was the investor of "Meet in 28 Hours". He said with a smile, "Let's not talk about that. You are exhausted today. Let's go first?"

"Alright, are you tired? I see that you have been busy with my affairs these days. I will give you a good massage at night to relax your body." Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai was in a good mood at first because Zheng He's words were full of doubts. He didn't understand what happened to Zheng He during this time. Looking for information on the Internet, he is also obedient to himself. Obviously, he has been teaching himself to do housework in the villa before, and now the class has been suspended. It is almost like raising him like an uncle, or the kind of hand and foot that is not very flexible. uncle.Mr. Bai is such a smart person. He likes to let the people he values ​​only see himself, but that is not the way. He is a man, and Zheng He is also a man. Zheng He's service, and when Zheng He did these things, he still had sympathy for him.

Although neurosis is a disease, Bai En thinks that he is a person at the same time.

Compared with now, he hopes to go back to the past.

390 two

It's a bit perverted how much people work overtime.

Psychologically speaking, people need to vent their emotions, but working overtime for a long time will lead to mental tension, and the accumulation of negative emotions will accumulate more and more. After reaching a certain level, emotions will not be controlled by others, so this can also explain Why are there so many mentally abnormal people in country J?

And Sangbei is just one of the thousands of people who work overtime and work hard.

In the beginning, when he came to country C to help Mr. Bai, he never expected that he would be so insane. He spent nineteen hours a day on work and five hours on rest, and these five hours also included him. Bathing, eating, changing clothes, taking care of appearance and other miscellaneous tasks are simply the rhythm of trying to die from overwork before the age of 35.

He also thought about resisting and struggling, and even wrote more than ten resignation letters, but in the end he still struggled on the job, working hard and hard for the year-end bonus of BEACHER and the high monthly salary.

After a long time, Sangbei got used to this kind of life instead. He lived and ate in the company. Mr. Bai even specially arranged a lounge for him, which had everything from sofas, beds and toilets. Once the company's day is too long, he himself doesn't know what the holiday feels like. However, since Mr. Bai got married, he has regained the life of [-] to [-] every day, and has double holidays.

...Happiness seems to come a little too fast.

Sangbei was happy at first, and then felt empty. He began to miss his fulfilling life at that time, and the very narrow lounge where female colleagues often helped him clean up.

After a full month of normal life, on a bright Saturday morning, Sangbei drove his BMW and returned to the long overtime work.

390 three

Obviously, there was only light rain when Zheng He was burning, but when Zheng He and Mr. Bai left the set, it suddenly rained heavily. Even the windshield wipers were not working well, and the glass was covered with water stains from the water flow. It was unavoidable, after the continuous sound of cursing and complaining from the car in front, Zheng He finally understood why such a short section of road was blocked for more than half an hour.

"A car accident happened ahead." Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai turned on the heater: "Are you cold?" He shook Zheng He's hand as he spoke, and frowned and looked at Zheng He in disapproval when he found his palm was cold. Just say it."

Zheng He giggled, opened the window and looked ahead, then withdrew half of his brow and said, "I just heard from the car owner in front that it was a serial car accident, four cars collided together, and the ambulance was also blocked. I’m using the police to carry a stretcher to save lives, and I can’t get through here in a few hours, you can see that there are cars behind, why don’t we go down and have a meal first?”

"Are you hungry?" Mr. Bai nodded Zheng He's forehead: "Snacks."

"I've been hungry all day, you should understand." Zheng He said with confidence. In fact, it's only after four o'clock in the afternoon, and he just finished lunch. I don't know what kind of stomach he is, how to fill it up like a bottomless pit Also not full.

In fact, Mr. Bai agrees with Zheng He's greedy little problem, and he is a little conniving. He still can't get Zheng He's tricks, but he can still do what he likes so that the other party can't do without him, and Zheng He is fat It's more comfortable to hug, so why not do it.

"Then let's go, there is my coat in the car, you put it on, don't get wet by the rain when you go out later." Mr. Bai said.

Zheng He shook his head to look, and found that most of the cars next to him were repaired cars, or home appliance sales, each of which was the name of a restaurant. He was a little disappointed, and said: "There is no place to buy food next to it."

Mr. Bai's eyes were slightly smaller than Zheng He's. He glanced around and saw a coffee shop more than 50 meters away from the car. He pointed: "Where are you going?"

Although Zheng He usually doesn't like to eat this kind of food, it is better than nothing. No matter how comfortable the car is, there is no cup of hot milk tea that makes people's heart beat. He climbed directly to the back of the car and took out the umbrella and handed it to Mr. Bai , obediently like him.