Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

260 three

Jiezi explained to Zheng He for a long time before Zheng He realized that Mr. Bai had fallen ill again.

Although he could forgive the man for being ill and insane, the inexplicable appearance of Catherine still made him very angry. He turned off the hot chicken soup that was simmering in the stove, and Zheng He locked himself in the room angrily.

Jiezi didn't dare to stay any longer, so he put Mr. Bai on the sofa and hurriedly closed the door and left.

Mr. Bai called a few times: "Catherine."

Zheng He didn't know what to do in the house, so he ignored him.

Mr. Bai's originally high mood suddenly fell into the abyss because Zheng He ignored him. He looked at his wrist and suddenly thought that the knife cut it open.

Fingers suddenly came out from under the blanket, and the fingers stretched longer and longer, revealing more than half of the palm, and then Zheng He's lovable face, he said: "Mr. Bai..."

Beside the window, the jingling wind chime in summer suddenly moved, and then Zheng He inflated like a balloon, half squatting on the window, smiling so hard that he couldn't see the corners of his eyes: "Mr. Bai..."

Mr. Bai looked at the countless Zheng He and his "Catherine" beside him. They gathered around him, and everyone was smiling.

The man looked surprised, from the abyss to the heaven was nothing more than that.

But suddenly, Zheng He in the carpet laughed and cried, blood red across his cheeks, dripping on the marble.

Mr. Bai's heart suddenly felt like a needle prick.

Afterwards, the 'Zheng He' beside him seemed to be assimilated, and everyone shed blood and tears, a large amount of blood filled the room, and rushed up little by little, "Mr. Bai..."

"Mr. Bai..."

The "Zheng Hes" with blood and tears approached him step by step, shouting unconsciously.

Mr. Bai wanted to touch the blood to see if it was hot, but when he thought it was Zheng He's tears, he didn't even have the courage to reach out.

His heart hurt so much, it was bitingly cold.

"What are you doing! Sit up quickly!" A voice with a completely different tone from the others sounded.

Mr. Bai saw the door opened, and Zheng He, the only person in the room full of blood and tears, appeared.

He is Catherine!

Mr. Bai understood in an instant when he was confused.

Zheng He helped Mr. Bai get up with the pills, and felt startled when he touched the man's sweat-soaked shirt, thinking that he should take care of the sick man before looking for the medicine bottle.

"Baby..." Suddenly, Mr. Bai, who was supposed to be weak all over, hugged Zheng He vigorously, licking Zheng He's ears with the tip of his tongue with a warm breath, and rubbing his hands up and down dishonestly. With a slight movement, Zheng He fell into the man's arms. In the arms, the flesh on the buttocks clearly outlines the shape of the man.

"Hiss... be gentle." Zheng He grabbed the hand that had been inserted into his clothes. His home clothes were wide pajamas with excellent elasticity. The next moment, Mr. Bai lifted Zheng He's home clothes and stretched his head out. go in.

Zheng He couldn't keep up with trying to stop it.

He has a fatal weakness, that is, he can't let others lick the little peas on his chest, he can touch it, and when he touches his tongue, it becomes very lewd instantly like a chemical reaction. Mr. Bai tried it once before, and Zheng He almost entangled him The two rolled out of bed.

"Um... um~"

"Mr. Bai... Hurry up, hurry up..."

Zheng He felt that the dry wood in his body was instantly ignited, and he eagerly tore open the man's shirt and pants. Mr. Bai was not very cooperative lying on the bed, so he turned his head to untie his clothes.

"Baby." Mr. Bai suddenly stopped all movements, put his face on Zheng He's shoulder and whispered.

Zheng He's lower body hurt so much that he wanted to bite someone: "What are you doing, hurry up!"

Jiezi, Sang Bei, and Chen Ming on the monitor: "..."

They were just worried that after Mr. Bai fell ill, Zheng He could not control him by himself and turned on the monitor. They did not expect to see such a violent scene.

...It turns out that the kind of person Mr. Bai likes has a really unique taste.

In an instant, this sentence floated in everyone's mind.

"Is it off?" Jiezi pointed at the machine.

Sangbei’s computer still has what was left by the middle-aged wretched doctor, so he calmly helped Chen Ming who was almost fainting, and said, “Shut it down.”

The noble image of Bai Dong in their hearts was completely under attack again and again.

destroyed.

260 four

The two slept until midnight before waking up.

Zheng He got up to go to the bathroom to take a shower, and Mr. Bai took advantage of the night breeze to stroll to the balcony to call Sang Bei to inquire about Ouyang Zhi's condition.

When Zheng He came out of the shower, he saw Mr. Bai smoking a cigarette on the balcony. His strong muscles covered his well-shaped frame, his handsome and deep face, his gentle and polite attitude towards others, and the unique charm of a mature man...

Oh.

Zheng He covered his face.

He seemed to go up and have a cannonball with the man.

Be reserved.He kept reminding himself, but his eyes still looked up to the balcony unconsciously.

……Um?Something seems wrong?Zheng He looked at Mr. Bai's back, thinking with some doubts.

But what's wrong?

After Mr. Bai made the phone call, he stubbed out his cigarette and walked into the house. Zheng He looked at the man's huge body shaking with the movement of his legs, and finally knew what was wrong!

"Mr. Bai, why did you go out with no clothes on!?"

Mr. Bai said slowly: "Night Breeze is very comfortable, not suitable for wearing clothes."

Well, Zheng He kept reminding himself that men still have shortcomings, and people should not always look at the advantages.

260 five

When Zheng He was tidying up the apartment, he brought back the white rabbit slippers exclusive to Mr. Bai, and put them respectfully on the shelf, just for his own thoughts. The good chicken soup was served, and as soon as I turned around, I saw Mr. Bai walking over in those white slippers that blinded people's eyes.

"How did you get the shoes through?" In fact, Zheng He wanted to ask: How did you get the shoes out.

"I saw it, I just passed it on." Mr. Bai replied very naturally.

I put the slippers in the innermost corner of the shelf, and wrapped the slippers in a box. How good is your eyesight to see the essence through the phenomenon?Zheng He complained silently in his heart.

Mr. Bai turned the chicken soup in the pot with a spoon, and said with some disgust: "There's a lot of oil on it...I'm not very hungry yet, you can eat first."

"When the soup is served, the oil will be scooped out, you see," Zheng He brought over the soup bowl on the side: "the soup in the bowl has no oil at all, and it is very light. I put winter melon in it, you I'm not in a good state of mind recently, so eat more."

Mr. Bai took a sip suspiciously and nodded: "It tastes good."

"Right!" Zheng He turned his back to Mr. Bai and heated up the takeaway food yesterday, and said proudly, "Let me tell you, the unique skill of making soup is purely self-taught. When I was in high school, my mother was hospitalized. My dad takes care of her in the hospital every day, so I can’t cook. I thought that the body is the capital of the revolution. I borrowed the cooking guide from the school library and followed the above method. Hey, guess what? Three kinds of soups were sent to my mother in the morning, noon, and evening, and after two months, there was no repeat sample."

Mr. Bai seldom heard Zheng He talk about his past, so he tilted his head slightly and continued to ask: "Then what about cooking? You also learned it at that time?"

"That's not true. My family is purely a women's army. My mother and my sister rule the family status. My mother has bad lungs, and my sister has always cooked. After she went to work in other places, it became my father's cook, but he is busy with work. , Sometimes I’m very hungry, so I cook something by myself, and I’ll do it slowly.” Zheng He said this, suddenly remembered the noodles that Mr. Bai had made for him, and asked casually: “What about you? How did noodles learn?"

Mr. Bai squinted his eyes and thought for a while. This memory was too long ago, and he didn't want to think about it, so it was slowly forgotten: "I don't really remember."

Zheng He came over with a dish and rice: "Huh? How come?"

"I really can't remember." Mr. Bai was a little distressed: "I should have learned it when I was very young, and I can't even remember that memory."

"How small is it?"

"Four or five years old."

Zheng He exclaimed in a low voice: "You know how to make noodles so early." After he finished speaking, he realized that what Mr. Bai wanted to know was not the point, so he quickly changed his words: "It doesn't matter if you have a bad memory, I will cook some for you. Guaranteed that you won’t suffer from dementia when you get old.”

"With you here, I won't get Alzheimer's." Mr. Bai said a little awkwardly.

"That's right." Zheng He accidentally ignored Mr. Bai's first sentence, and nodded in agreement: "I heard that a large part of Alzheimer's is caused by long-term inactivity of the brain. Your brain is so smart that you have a cutting-edge disease like mental illness. It’s definitely not going to happen.”

Mr. Bai patted Zheng He on the head lightly: "You forgot what I wanted to say... Oh, it's not because I have a bad memory. I lived with my mother before I was eight years old. She is from the Toss family. The eldest daughter, but my grandmother is Chinese... My face is very similar to that of my father. My mother didn't want to see me. Later, an aunt dressed me up like a little girl. She only saw me once in a while. Later, she became ill. It's serious, so I went back to my father's place again. Maybe it's because I didn't have a good time with her, so I seldom think of things when I was a child. "

Zheng He didn't expect such a bleak memory of Mr. Bai from their mediocre breakfast. He knew that if he said something to pity Mr. Bai, he would definitely turn his face against him with his extraordinary self-esteem, but if he didn't Let's talk about something else, don't even think about An Sheng eating this breakfast...

"You...you still wore women's clothing when you were young?"

The quiet and dignified atmosphere was slightly loosened by this sentence, Zheng He opened his mouth stupidly, and looked at Mr. Bai with his big eyes.

Zheng He, with a dumbfounded expression, was galloping past like ten thousand muddy horses in his heart. He wished he could slap himself a few times immediately. Can this pair of broken mouths still speak human words?Didn't he know about Mr. Bai wearing women's clothes early on?Talking about this topic is not as good as the one just now!In case Mr. Bai became angry and suddenly had an illness, wouldn't his life be stewed like a chicken in chicken soup? !

A life of death needs no explanation.

Zheng He suddenly broke into the world of mortals.

There is no joy in life, no fear in death.

On the other side, Mr. Buddha Bai smiled.It's not a nervous laugh, or a mocking snort, but a genuinely happy one.

"Baby, I don't care about wearing women's clothes, can you not look like this..."

On the window next to him, Zheng He's terrified, silly, and innocent face was reflected.

Zheng He suddenly remembered a sentence that Sister Fang once praised him:

You are such a person, what is in your heart, what expression you make on your face, it is very easy to guess. "Mr. Bai, can I wear a mask when we communicate with each other in the future?" Zheng He begged pitifully.Mr. Bai almost lost his temper with laughter.