Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

four hundred and four

Tao Jie shook her hair and said with a smile, "Zheng He, you are here."

Zheng He glanced at Wang Shuhua and winked at her: "Is he your newest one?"

Tao Jie showed a knowing smile.

Zheng He clicked his tongue twice: "The flowers are stuck on the cow dung."

Tao Jie asked happily: "Am I a flower?"

Zheng He shook his head seriously: "No, you are cow dung."

Three hundred and five

Wang Shuhua likes Texas Hold'em very much, so she handed the card to the waiter to exchange for chips, and said to Tao Jie, "I'm sure to win, look."

Tao Jie smiled perfunctorily, then turned her head and asked, "Mr. Bai, can I join?"

"Of course." Mr. Bai put the cards together on the table, Zhao Mingyue and the others saw Mr. Bai's statement, and followed suit, and the croupier accepted the cards upon seeing this.

When a new round started, the atmosphere immediately reversed.

No matter what cards Wang Shuhua played or how he played them, there was always someone who could take care of them. The croupier had just dealt the cards three times, and the gold coins in front of him were only [-] chips left.

Zheng He asked Mr. Bai: "Aren't you afraid that Wang Shuhua will get angry when you bully him like this?"

Mr. Bai chuckled, and Daming next to him came over and said, "It happens every time, just get used to it."

Let who get used to it?I'm still Wang Shuhua?Zheng He looked at Daming, wanting to ask this question very much.

Compared with Wang Shuhua's bad luck, Tao Jie is facing the spring breeze. After all, she is very different among a bunch of rough men. Daming and the others are embarrassed to make things difficult for her, so most of Wang Shuhua's bargaining chips fall into her hands.

Wang Shuhua finally lost all. He stood up and wanted to go to another place for a stroll. Daming and the others quickly stopped him: "Don't worry, this is just a few, play with us for a while."

Tao Jie generously gave him half of the chips: "Come on, you're welcome, let's play a few more rounds."

Wang Shuhua was moved by their enthusiasm, and sat back on the chair. Ten minutes later, he lost everything again.

"Come on." Everyone pushed him a pile of chips.

Wang Shuhua continued to lose with a sad face.

"Hey, hello." Zheng He could see it this time: "I dare you to tease him."

three hundred and six

Mr. Bai has a bad habit that Zheng and Tebi can't understand, that is, every time he takes a shower, he will walk out with his wet hair on his head, expressionless, and treat the towel next to him as nothing.

Zheng He mentioned it to him a few times, and Mr. Bai agreed at this moment, and he would come out tomorrow without drying himself.

Zheng He was really tired of the always wet pillow and the unbearably damp quilt, when another bed time came, and Mr. Bai took off his bathrobe to go to bed, he saw Zheng He holding his mobile phone and planning to go out.

"Baby, where are you going?" Mr. Bai spread the quilt and asked, looking up.

Zheng He endured it, walked into the bathroom, took out a towel, and said, "Mr. Bai, can you wipe yourself off?"

Mr. Bai glanced away: "Next time, okay? I don't have any water stains on my body anymore."

Zheng He saw the dripping water from Mr. Bai's hair. Although he really wanted to have a big fight with him, he knew that the fight would not do him any good—because he had to prepare in advance that Mr. Bai might get sick. to self-harm.

"Then can I wipe it clean for you? It's easy to catch a cold when you sleep like this."

"No, the temperature of the air conditioner is very comfortable." Mr. Bai insisted.

Zheng He suppressed the rising irritability: "But if you don't wipe it clean, I will sleep in a very uncomfortable bed tonight, which will not be good for you and my sleep quality. I think you understand what I mean the meaning of."

Mr. Bai shrugged: "the last time, baby. Can we go to bed now?"

"You insist on not wiping yourself off?" Zheng He folded his arms and looked at Mr. Bai: "I'm very angry now."

Mr. Bai smiled very lightly: "You should change your temper."

Zheng He looked at the sky speechlessly. He felt that he might not be able to save this terrible man, so he said, "Okay then, you sleep first. I'll go to the sofa and check my phone. I'll come back to sleep when the bed is dry." After speaking, he turned to open the door.

"Baby, don't go." Mr. Bai pulled Zheng He back: "I don't like the feeling of wiping my body with a towel, it makes my hair stand on end. This habit has been with me for more than 30 years, can't you bear it?"

"More than 30 years?" Zheng He was very surprised: "Then what do you do every time you wash your face in these 30 years?"

"Wait for it to dry naturally."

"After washing your hands?"

"Same."

Zheng He couldn't hide his astonishment. After thinking for a while, he said, "Forgive me for not noticing before... I can bear your habit, but can you use a hair dryer to dry it every time you take a shower?"

"If you blow dry me, I can bear it." Mr. Bai smiled ambiguously.

"You are very pushy." Zheng He rolled his eyes straight: "Also, since I can tolerate your habit, can you also be considerate of me and let me play with my phone on the bed?"

"You have to take your mobile phone out every day, and it's contaminated with a lot of bacteria, and it's bad for your eyes if you lie down and look at your mobile phone..." Mr. Bai frowned.

"Oh... my dear," Zheng He sighed, "You are my man, not my father, and your hair." Zheng He pointed to the water stains under Mr. Bai's hair.

Mr. Bai fell silent.

The battle ended silently, and Mr. Bai got the chance to dry his hair intimately with Zheng He every night, and Zheng He got the right to lie down and watch his phone.

All are happy.

Still the same sentence, what kind of pot goes with what kind of cover.

three hundred and seven

In the central garden next to the villa area, Mr. Bai leaned against a tree and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"You are really..." Zheng He saw the whole process clearly behind him, and walked over pinching his waist: "The doctor asked you to quit drugs and alcohol during this period, why do you have no self-control at all?"

Mr. Bai ignored Zheng He's nagging, glanced at Zheng He, and threw the cigar into the box.

Zheng He actually hates cigars, probably because he has watched too many movies, and always feels that they have an aura of nouveau riche, which is really not suitable for gentle scum like Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai asked: "You let me stay here for more than half an hour, what are you busy with?"

"Hey," Zheng He laughed a few times, jumped onto a slightly higher mound next to him, bent down and pulled Mr. Bai up, pointed to the opposite side and shouted, "Happy birthday!"

The barbecue utensils have been set up, and a dining table covered with a white tablecloth is placed between them. What is more funny is that Zheng He used a plate containing chicken wings to form a heart shape.

Mr. Bai admitted that he was moved for a moment.

Zheng He scratched his head, his face turned red because of damn shyness and nervousness, he said: "I was thinking about this when you sent me to the apartment before, and I asked Jiezi, and he said that today is your birthday Cough." He pushed Mr. Bai: "Go and have a look, I'll put the gift on the table."

When Mr. Bai came down, he looked at Jiezi with a half-smile. Jiezi froze instantly and stared nervously at Mr. Bai. Fortunately, he didn't do anything.

There was a flat square box on the edge of the table. Mr. Bai shook it in his hand. The box was very light and there was a crackling sound inside. He was about to open it when Zheng He hurriedly said, "Go home." Look again!"

Jiezi and the others sighed in disappointment, and Zheng He glared at him: "You gossips!"

"Hi," Jiezi shouted nonchalantly, "Which man doesn't gossip!"

Dy laughed twice in response to the occasion.

It's a pity that, under Mr. Bai's watchful eyes, except for the two of them, the other bodyguards looked at each other seriously.

Dy laughed twice, and also jumped up, proving with his actions that he is a reliable and professional bodyguard.

Jiezi spread his hands: "Okay, okay, it's just a joke, you two went home and talked about things, we didn't see anything."

Mr. Bai was so magnanimous that he only deducted half a month's salary and gave it up. He reached out and took the chicken wings on the table, and was surprised to find that the taste was very bad.

"Is it delicious?" Zheng He looked expectantly.

"Well," Mr. Bai pondered for a moment in embarrassment, and said, "Honey, I don't think you have the talent to make barbecue."

"That's it..." Zheng He's mood fell instantly. Just when Mr. Bai was very regretful and wanted to take back his words and comfort him, Zheng He said happily to him: "So I just need to bring my stomach today." Now, leave the barbecue and the like to them!"

Next to it, Chen Ming was re-roasting the chicken wings.

Three hundred and eight

Zheng He is an optimist, there is no doubt about it, he is very good at finding things in life that make him happy, even if it does not seem so funny.

For example, a failed barbecue party.

The steak was not marinated perfectly, and the green peppers and pieces of meat on the iron rack were still fresh and tender. A heavy rain was pouring down, and people were caught off guard so quickly.

Jiezi quickly opened an umbrella and led Mr. Bai into the car to shelter from the rain, while Chen Ming and dy were bracing themselves to build a canopy.

Mr. Bai wiped the rain from his face, his face was so gloomy that it was the same color as the sky, he knocked on the window, Jie Zi leaned over: "Wait a moment, we can continue to grill right away."

But Mr. Bai said: "Forget it, let them pack up, let's go back."

"Why?" Jiezi was very puzzled, he could feel that the boss liked Zheng He's gift very much.

"Barbecue under the canopy, do you want to be choked to death by the smoke?" Mr. Bai snorted coldly, without further words.

Zheng He looked at the phone and muttered softly: "I'm sorry..."

Mr. Bai's expression softened slightly. He held Zheng He's hand, crossed his fingers, and said, "No, it's not your fault."

Zheng He was a little embarrassed: "Actually, I checked the weather forecast before, and they said that it will rain today, but you know, weather forecasts can't be trusted, so I just... hehe."

Mr. Bai showed signs of a momentary rise in blood pressure.

Zheng He shook his phone again, and said pleasantly: "I really remembered correctly, it was a thunderstorm, it will stop after a while, we can continue to bake things!"

"It's up to you." Mr. Bai closed his eyes weakly.