Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

240 three

When Husky woke up, he found that his parents were gone.

"Aww..." It ran around the villa, and even got into the bedroom that Mr. Bai usually wouldn't let it in, but it couldn't find any trace.

It’s over.

Parents lost.

The husky returned to the living room in despair, jumped onto the bar pitifully, raised his head and pulled out his dog food from the cabinet, accidentally knocked over a bottle of chili sauce, and was ignored by the husky reflexively.

After enjoying a catty of dog food alone, Husky lay comfortably on the floor and burped.

wait!Is there something wrong, now is not the time to eat!

Husky widened his eyes and stood up abruptly.

At this time, it should go to find its parents!

Husky identified his target, shook his fur, walked a few steps, then stopped suddenly, reluctantly looked up at the catty of high-end dog food left in the cabinet.

Three or ten minutes later, after eating two catties of dog food, the husky was struggling to spit out on the ground...

240 four

Mr. Bai's illness was too sudden this time, and Sang Bei accidentally revealed a few words when he sent the car to the villa.Mr. Bai didn't have to hide the news of his illness, but he was born unwilling to let others know his weak side, so he kept silent about it unconsciously.

It was only on the second night that Wang Jie learned of the news that Mr. Bai was hospitalized due to an illness from a friend. When he asked what the illness was, he couldn't name any of them.

——Mr. Bai's behavior is too low-key, and coupled with the influence behind him, anyone with some wealth is unwilling to provoke him, so naturally he will not spread gossip.

Wang Jie thought that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After thinking for a while, he drove to the hospital. He didn't forget to buy a fruit basket when he arrived at the door.

Ask the nurse about Mr. Bai's ward number. The nurse seems to be very familiar with Mr. Bai. As soon as Wang Jie said the patient's name, she said the ward number.

Wang Jie kept an eye out, and asked the nurse again: "What's wrong with Mr. Bai En?"

The nurse gave Wang Jie a strange look and said, "You will know when you get there."

Wang Jie went upstairs in a daze. Mr. Bai's ward was on the fourth floor. He was in a daze when he saw the sign "4F, mental hospital" posted on the elevator.

Is Mr. Bai mentally ill?

Wang Jie stood nervously at the door of Mr. Bai's ward, unable to muster up the courage to knock on the door for a long time.

What if...he goes in and Mr. Bai rushes over like a madman?What if... the Mr. Bai at this time is different from the Mr. Bai in my impression?

Wang Jie was in a complicated mood.

Suddenly, a sentence came from the ward, "Mr. Bai, I'll wash the apples before you eat them." '

Surprised, Wang Jie put down the fruit basket in his hand and left in a panic.

Zheng He took the apple and opened the door. Seeing the fruit basket outside the door, he was puzzled. He turned around and asked, "Mr. Bai, why is there a fruit basket here? Is there not enough space in the other wards, so we put it here?"

Mr. Bai narrowed his eyes and snorted: "Someone gave it to me, you lost it."

"Hey?" Zheng He looked at the fruit in the fruit basket and said with a bit of distress: "I think the fruit in it is quite expensive, so just throw it away?"

"There's a bomb in there." Mr. Bai said.

Zheng He was so frightened that he kicked the fruit basket out and closed the door with a bang.

Mr. Bai wanted to tease him, but he didn't think he really believed it, so he chuckled.

240 five

When Zheng He washed the apples and took them back, he was taken aback for a while.

The blinds are opened, bright sunlight shines in, the blue sky outside the window, the white clouds drifting by and the man reading a book quietly by the window blend into one, peaceful and beautiful.

Mr. Bai raised his head, his pupils were slightly brown, reflecting the bright red apple in Zheng He's hand.

"I'm back." He said.

"Yes...um." Zheng He blushed a little, put the apple on the table unnaturally, and scratched the tip of his nose with his extended hand.

Mr. Bai glanced at Zheng He indifferently, and turned his gaze to the book in his hand.

Zheng He was not used to Mr. Bai's occasional reticence, so he had nothing to say, "Are you reading?"

"En." Mr. Bai closed the book, asked Zheng He to read the title, and said, "I've opened this "Wuthering Heights" no less than ten times, but every time I can't read it, do you know why?" After finishing the last word, the corner of the man's lips curled slightly, and he looked at Zheng He with a half-smile.

Zheng He shook his head.

"I'm very tired of people like Heathcliff who hurt my beloved Catherine because of the hatred in his heart. He is too stupid." Mr. Bai stroked the book cover gently with his hand.

Zheng He couldn't tell what Mr. Bai's mood was right now. He was afraid that he might say something wrong, and at the same time, he was afraid that what he said was not on Mr. Bai's idea. After thinking about it for a while, he smirked and said, "Then you haven't read this book now, have you?" .”

"Yes." Mr. Bai leaned forward, put his hands on Zheng He's neck, pressed him in front of him, and pressed his lips.

Zheng He closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly.

The tip of Mr. Bai's tongue penetrated into Zheng He's mouth, brushed across the teeth and palate, and entangled with Zheng He's tongue.

"Um...uh..."

Mr. Bai's kiss this time was different from the previous ones, it was very gentle, as if it was just a ritual without desire.Zheng He opened his eyes in bewilderment, and found that the man also closed his eyes, the long eyelashes and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes both moved his heart.

The lips parted, and a silver thread connected the tip of their tongues.

Zheng He took a deep breath, suddenly wanted to smoke, and found out that he forgot to bring it when he touched his pocket.

Compared to Zheng He's obvious panic, Mr. Bai was still very calm. He said softly, "Zheng He, do you like "Wuthering Heights?"

It took Zheng He a long time to realize what the man said, and he frowned slightly: "It's okay... I don't like reading, but I can watch movies."

"Then what do you think of Heathcliff?"

Zheng He said frankly: "I think his actions are normal. Since he likes Catherine, of course he can't accept the news that his girlfriend is marrying someone else. If I were Heathcliff, I would retaliate."

"Where's Catherine, do you like her?" Mr. Bai asked seriously.

Zheng He's goosebumps came up: "I can't say whether I like it or not, isn't she the heroine. I don't know if other gays will be like me. It's easy for me to put myself into the plot, and then those male protagonists The affectionate look towards the heroine makes me feel very strange, and I don't like women."

"Is that so." Mr. Bai's hand continued to caress the book unconsciously. "You mean, you think Heathcliff's behavior is normal..."

"Of course, everyone feels differently. Just like you think Heathcliff's behavior is stupid, I think it makes sense." Zheng He still remembered Mr. Bai's words just now.

"No, you're right. Only when you really like him will you retaliate." Mr. Bai looked at Zheng He, and he said softly: "Zheng He, I now understand the demon in his heart, so I also want to You know how much I..."

Zheng He suddenly understood what Mr. Bai wanted to express. He broke out in cold sweat from the first word the man spoke, and quickly covered his mouth.

"I know, you don't need to say it."

Mr. Bai had a smile in his eyes.