Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

41

KUY, who had been silent by the side, suddenly asked, "Are you Song Zhiqiu from "The Palace of Spring Life"?"

Zheng He was surprised this time. He was just a small person in "The Palace of Spring Fate", but he didn't expect him to recognize himself, so he nodded and said with emotion: "You have a really good memory."

KUY's paralyzed face turned red unnaturally.Momo yelled at the side: "I tell you, KUY is very powerful! His head is definitely 32G memory, he has a photographic memory! He can remember all the companies I have photographed! It's amazing!"

KUY slapped Momo's face with a slap and rubbed it. Momo didn't understand at first, but when she saw Zheng He's distorted face, she bluffed even more: "Damn! What do you mean KUY! I just put on makeup! I haven't done it yet!" It's set!"

KUY pointed at Momo: "You,"

Momo sticks out her tongue, with a look of resentment on her face.

KUY continued: "Shut up."

Zheng He couldn't bear to see Momo scratching her liver and holding her breath.

42

Zheng He felt that his lower limit was being refreshed step by step. He had just sent off the two uncles in the morning, and a big client came in the afternoon, and he ordered a luxury suit when he came up.

Pushing open the door, Zheng He asked Abei, "Where are the people who need makeup?"

"It's on the table."

Zheng He silently looked at the yawning husky on the table, and finally couldn't help it: "Abe! Are you playing with me? The dog's face is full of hair, even with makeup on, it can't be seen!"

"Hey, hey, what are you talking about!" The dog owner was not happy.

Zheng He turned around to see who was the short-circuited owner, hey, it turned out to be an acquaintance.

"Wang Jie."

Wang Jie was startled, and took off his glasses: "Damn, why can I see you everywhere."

I also want to say this sentence.Zheng He slandered.

Zheng He held the husky's big head, and the husky impatiently bit someone with his mouth, but he quickly closed his eyes and said, "You also saw your husky, um...it looks very handsome." Zheng He couldn't find it after searching. Out of a good sentence to describe a dog, I finally chose this one.

Wang Jie puffed out his cigarette and looked at Zheng He sideways: "Open your eyes and you're talking nonsense, my son looks good and still needs your makeup, look at the way he rolls his eyes, he's so ugly!"

Zheng He was shocked to find that Wang Jie's expression at the moment was similar to the husky in his hand.It's really worthy of what kind of owner can raise what kind of dog.

Zheng He began to think about huskies seriously, and asked: "Then how do you tell me to paint? It's impossible to put a primer on the dog, right? At most, the dog's hair can only be dyed white, and the color may not be right... "

Wang Jie acted as the shopkeeper, twisted his ass and left, Zheng He was so angry that his teeth itch.

In the end, Zheng He painted the eyelashes of the husky, and took out the red pigment to paint the dog's mouth a nice color.

Wang Jie looked at Huskies and said, "I always feel that something is missing..."

Zheng He raised the dog's tail and asked, "I heard that tender red pigment can change the color of the skin, why don't you apply some chrysanthemum to it?"

Wang Jie slapped his hands: "That's a good idea!"

Zheng He didn't want to talk to this psychopath anymore.

Suddenly, Wang Jie said: "Zheng He! I know what happened!"

"what?"

"You still have to put eyeliner on the dog's eyes! Don't be lazy! I want the kind with big monster eyes!"

Fuck your uncle's monstrous big eyes!

43

When Zheng He returned home exhausted, the first thing he did was to strip off his jacket and change into home clothes.

This was the happiest day for Zheng He. Looking at the crayon Shin-chan printed on his bright yellow shirt, he felt very pleasing to the eye.

Maybe Sister Fang said that he appreciates the level of post-modernism is true...

Zheng He dug out a limp tomato and some eggs from the refrigerator, planning to cook tomato and egg drop soup for dinner, when the doorbell rang unexpectedly, Zheng He looked out through the peephole, and saw it was pitch black.

"who are you?"

The voice outside the door was a bit strange, and the Mandarin was not authentic: "I am a courier."

"Oh." Zheng He unlocked the door, and the door opened, and Mr. Bai stood in front of him with a smile.

The two looked at each other silently, and those who didn't know it thought they loved each other so much.In fact, the truth is: Zheng He is too tired to deal with this master at all.

44

Zheng He only found a pair of white rabbit shoes in the shoe cabinet, which was given by the waiter when he didn’t know when he bought clothes. He felt ashamed and never wore them, but there was only one pair of house shoes left...

Trembling, he put the rabbit shoes opposite Mr. Bai: "You can change your shoes and come in."

Mr. Bai raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

"Forget it, you can just wear socks, the heat in my house is not bad." Zheng He didn't have the guts to really let Mr. Bai wear them.

Mr. Bai touched Zheng He's head, put on the rabbit shoes frankly, and sat on the sofa as if he was a boss's chair. He asked, "Aren't you surprised that I came to you?"

"Surprised." Zheng He nodded expressionlessly, "I'm almost amazed to death."

Mr. Bai smiled unchanged for thousands of years: "Haha."

"Ha ha."

The atmosphere fell silent again.

The pot was thrown, Zheng He walked into the kitchen, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Bai, have you finished your meal?"

"Not yet, but I have reserved a seat in Changping, do you have time?"

"I have time, but I'm already cooking. You can go by yourself, I won't go."

Mr. Bai is kind and generous: "Then I won't go either. I'll have dinner at your place."

Zheng He didn't say a word, but he took out the ingredients from the refrigerator in his hand-adding vegetables.

45

At 09:30 in the middle of the night, one of the two people who were tired of the bed couldn't take it anymore-"Hey, don't touch there."

Mr. Bai smiled and poked Zheng He's ear with the tip of his tongue, and asked, "Where? Don't touch this? Then where? Baby, tell me."

Zheng He wished he could bury himself in the quilt.He is so stupid, how could he believe the nonsense that Mr. Bai said before lying on the bed: don't worry, it's just sleeping, I don't do anything.

Don't be a fart.

Mr. Bai's palm brushed against Zheng He's stomach, and there was another burst of numbness with electric current. Half of Zheng He's body went limp.

Zheng He really doesn't understand what he and Mr. Bai are now, he is no longer an actor, and Mr. Bai is not his financial backer, so what is this relationship?friends with benefits? Who in City H dares to treat Bai En as a friend with a gun; a lover?Zheng He was not so narcissistic yet.

Mr. Bai took off his pants, and Zheng He could feel his warmth on his bare waist. Oh, forget it.Let's talk to Mr. Bai about this matter tomorrow. He can't kick Mr. Bai out of bed now.

"Baby..." Mr. Bai's voice was low, and his voice tinged with lust was extremely magnetic.

Zheng He smashed his head sideways to hold Mr. Bai's Adam's apple that was sliding up and down, and pressed his butt against the other's lower body.

"Mr. Bai..."