Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

130 two

Producer Song's teeth ached when he saw Cheng Shao's indifference towards him.He felt very wronged, but it was just playing with each other when they were young and frivolous, what's the big deal?If you can't be a lover, you can still be a friend, isn't it, as for never seeing each other until death?

"Cheng Shao, why do you hide when you see me?" Suddenly, Producer Song said what was in his heart, and he was startled after he finished speaking.

Cheng Shao pursed his lips, and replied after a few seconds: "I didn't hide from you, you think too much."

Producer Song's mouth seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and he couldn't get up or down. He was so uncomfortable that he panicked, and his tone was naturally much stronger: "Then why do you always say you're busy every time I call you to invite you out? Are you so busy that you don't even have time to look at me?"

"I don't want to quarrel with you. I will coordinate with Zheng He. Please give me some more time."

"Do you think I'm arguing with you now?" Song Ran's eyes widened when Cheng Shao said the second sentence. After hearing all the words, his face flushed with anger, and he almost rushed to fight.

Cheng Shao didn't want to pay attention to the irrational Producer Song, and pushed him away to leave. Producer Song held Cheng Shao's hand tightly and shouted, "What's the matter with you? You don't want me to get married, don't I? ? What am I doing wrong?"

Cheng Shao's eyes turned red, he took a few deep breaths to calm down, and said: "Whether to get married or not is your business, I have no right to interfere, when you also said: we are just friends."

"What I said was, 'You're my best buddy.'"

"That's also a friend." Cheng Shao shook off Song Ran's hand and said, "Since you treat me as a friend, I will naturally treat you as a friend."

Producer Song calmed down his anger, thought about this conversation, suddenly frowned, and said, "Then you can go upstairs with me later, to my room."

"What are you doing in your room?" Cheng Shao continued to walk out.

"Having sex with me, I haven't touched you for more than a year," Producer Song's expression darkened as he thought of something, "You haven't let others touch you during this time, have you?"

Cheng Shao staggered, and couldn't help shouting: "Where did you come from such an unreasonable idea that 'friends are going to have sex'?"

"Friends don't need to use sex to connect feelings, but you are my brother Cheng. Oh, by the way, there seems to be no condoms in the room. I will buy them later." Producer Song finished speaking on his own , Cheng Shao's complexion has caught up to the bottom of the pot.

Cheng Shao suddenly remembered that after being drugged by this bastard, he wanted to die together. Song Ran used this alien-like brain to convince himself, and even his family agreed with the two of them.

130 three

Zheng He met Wang Jie after dinner.

Wang Jie leaned against the corner of the corridor, greeted with a smile, and shouted: "Hi!"

Zheng He took a few steps back, and did not stop until he confirmed that the other party could not reach his place even if he poured a glass of red wine in his hand, and replied, "Yes, what a coincidence."

Wang Jie shook his head: "It's not because of a coincidence, but because I'm waiting for you here on purpose!"

An alarm bell sounded in Zheng He's brain, and he couldn't help but took a few steps back, asking, "What are you waiting for me?" After finishing speaking, Zheng He was shocked to feel the warmth behind him, turned around, and suddenly slapped himself on the face!

Wang Jie asked the two followers behind Zheng He to hold Zheng He's arms before he came over slowly, smiling: "I really can't imagine that a bitch like you can betray me, tell me, how do you want to die?"

Zheng He was stunned, what and what?

"What are you talking about?" Zheng He accidentally pulled the wound on the corner of his mouth, and his face twitched in pain.

Wang Jie showed a strange expression, leaned close to Zheng He's face, squinted his eyes, and shouted: "Fuck! Aren't you Zheng He?"

Zheng He had already confirmed that the other party had admitted the wrong person, and asked helplessly, "Yes, I am Zheng He, who do you think I am?"

Wang Jie continued in disbelief: "Zheng He, aren't you wearing white clothes? Why did you change to blue?"

Don't people change clothes all their lives?

Wang Jie struggled for a long time, and finally remembered to ask his servant to release Zheng He.

Zheng He rubbed the pain on his face and asked, "What's the matter with you? Are you crazy?"

Wang Jie blushed, and answered in a very tangled manner: "I'm not wearing glasses, so I mistook someone."

130 four

The conscientious Jiezi took this scene into continuous photos and sent them to Mr. Bai together with the sound and video on Zheng He.

Mr. Bai did not have the anger or other emotions that Jiezi had expected, but hung up the phone after asking what happened.

Mr. Bai has a very weird temper, and he has very high requirements for this kind of "pet". He must have a beautiful face, a hot temper, and he must be relaxed on the bed.

Jiezi still remembers the incident with Young Master Rong.

Mr. Bai asked dy to monitor Rong Shao. Under the huge screen, Mr. Bai watched Rong Shao join a sex party, serving several people in shifts, tossing from the hotel until six o'clock in the morning the next day. Back home, Mr. Bai asked Jie Zi to call Rong Shao and invite him to come to Jiang's villa.

What happened later can be imagined, Mr. Bai kicked Rong Shao off the bed, and crippled Rong Shao on the grounds that he was not good at bed skills.

Therefore, in Jiezi's eyes, Mr. Bai's treatment of Zheng He is really an exception. At least Zheng He has been with Mr. Bai for almost half a year, which is unprecedented.

Mr. Bai looked at his own reflection on the window, smiled slightly, and asked, "Tell me, should I also give Zheng He a memory?"

The man in the mirror is handsome, with a multi-ethnic face that still looks very young, and he is smiling at him, fake and blank.

Mr. Bai didn't get annoyed if he didn't get an answer, he watched it quietly for a while, and murmured: "Forget it, I still can't bear it now..."

130 five

Mr. Bai flew overnight from City H to Bianxi City, and it was only three o'clock in the middle of the night when he entered Zheng He's room.

He opened the door, and the room was really dark.Using the sporadic lights outside the window, he found Zheng He who was soundly asleep.

Zheng He slept like a child, lying on his back with slightly clenched fists, his stomach bulging and falling with his breathing.Mr. Bai gently put his face on Zheng He's belly, listening to the occasional 'gurgling' sound inside, he couldn't help feeling a strong sense of tenderness.

Zheng He is the cleanest person he has ever met, the child that Mr. Bai wants to love and destroy in his heart.

Mr. Bai found the redness and swelling on Zheng He's face, and ran his fingers across it. Zheng He seemed to feel pain, smacked his lips, and uttered a few vague syllables.

Mr. Bai just looked at him quietly like this, with a distress in his eyes that he didn't even realize.