best day

The only remaining light of the setting sun slowly sprinkled on the table through the glass window, but Zheng Luolai was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at all, but looked at Bai Yan who was left here by his grandfather suspiciously in his seemingly calm heart. .

Bai Yan still smiled, and took out a stack of documents from his bag: "This is the work you have to deal with during this period. Here are the relevant materials. I have already sent the electronic version to your mailbox. Do you have any questions?"

Zheng Luolai knew that the person in front of him was an old fox with a tender face, so he raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "The only problem is that my boyfriend is coming to see me for dinner, we will talk tomorrow."

Bai Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with being a light bulb: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng doesn't allow me to take a step away from you."

Hearing this, Zheng Luolai darkened his face: "Get lost."

The curvature of Bai Yan's lips was quite elegant: "You have already promised this job, it seems too late to lose your temper now."

Zheng Luolai said indifferently: "It's not working time now, what do you mean not leaving me? Where do you live?"

Bai Yan tilted his head slightly: "Mr. Zheng has arranged a place for us."

Zheng Luolai thought it was funny: "I have a home, I don't care where you live, please leave now."

Bai Yan said politely: "Then I can stay at your house."

Zheng Luolai finally felt that this person was messing around, so he stood up abruptly and said, "If you don't leave, I will leave. I warn you not to provoke me."

Bai Yan also stood up: "If you are afraid of any misunderstanding, I can explain it for you and your boyfriend."

"You dare to say a word, I..." Zheng Luolai frowned.

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a carefree greeting: "Hey, I'm here, let's go eat hot pot!"

Looking back, Zheng Luolai saw Dewey striding over. Fortunately, he didn't have a frowning face, and he probably didn't quarrel with his family.

In a few seconds, Bai Yan bowed before them: "Mr. Du, I am Mr. Zheng's new assistant."

This move startled Dewey: "Ah... well, don't call me Mr., hello..."

Zheng Luolai didn't want Dewey to know that Grandpa was looking for trouble, so he just held his hand: "We're going to eat, you can do what you want."

Unexpectedly, Dewey became habitually enthusiastic: "It's okay, let's eat together, Haidilao hahahaha! Find me a seat quickly."

After finishing speaking, he patted Zheng Luolai.

Bai Yan hurriedly bowed again: "Thank you, I still want to disturb you at home for a while, it's too much trouble for you, I'll entertain you tonight, just tell me if you need anything in the future, I'll make arrangements."

Hearing this, Dewey was embarrassed, grabbed Zheng Luolai's shirt and asked in a low voice, "Why do you live in our house?"

Zheng Luolai looked at Bai Yan with crooked smiling eyes, remembered his grandfather's entrustment, and changed his mind expressionlessly: "Oh, he will move out when he finds a suitable house."

-

In any case, this Bai Yan did his job properly.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the place had already been cleared up, and as soon as they sat down for tea and soup, the dishes were served one after another.

No matter how weird the atmosphere is during the banquet, they can chat indifferently.

When the three of them walked out of the restaurant, there was already a new driver in Zheng Luolai's car.

Dewey was sitting on the back seat of the car in a daze, feeling inexplicably occupying a magpie's nest. He kept peeking at Zheng Luolai, but Zheng Luolai just stared at the flying night scene outside in a daze .

There was really no other way, so Er Meng had to send a text message secretly: "What's the situation? This person doesn't seem to have no place to live ==|||"

It took Zheng Luolai a long time to reply: "My grandfather arranged it, so don't be impatient, we'll talk about it when we get back."

Dewey had no choice but to fold his hands in displeasure and fell silent.

But Bai Yan suddenly turned around from the passenger seat and smiled: "You two can say whatever you want, just pretend that I don't exist, I'm very tight-lipped."

Of course Zheng Luolai gave him a sideways look.

Dewey frowned, but remained obedient.

Bai Yan didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he shrugged and sat down quietly again.

-

"The key to the room, you can use whatever is in it, but if you dare to install something that shouldn't be installed in my house, don't blame me for being rude." Zheng Luolai waited for Dewey to take a shower, and then began to talk to Bai who was sitting in the living room watching TV. Yan.

Bai Yan took it over and smiled lightly: "I won't target you, we are all doing things for Mr. Zheng."

Zheng Luolai snorted: "I don't need you to do things at all."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Bai Yan didn't respond, and started staring at Conan on the TV screen with great interest, as if this wasn't someone else's world for two, but his own house.

-

Dewey has been crazy since he was a child, and he is most afraid of serious occasions.

So after the happy hot pot planned last night was replaced by an inexplicable feast, he was very unhappy.

Seeing that weird assistant living in the house in a big way, and Zheng Luolai didn't stop him, he became even more sulky.

But after all, I also know that the old people of the two families will not stop now, and they can only swallow their anger and not lose their temper.

When I got home, I didn't bother to say hello, so I hid in my pajama pants and took a hot shower.

But when his face was covered with foam and he couldn't open his eyes, he was suddenly hugged from behind, and his naked skin was pressed against him, which was the temperature he was most familiar with.

Dewey wiped his face in embarrassment and turned around and asked, "What is that man doing?"

"Leave him alone." Zheng Luolai said softly, then kissed him deeply, stroking Dewey's back slowly and dishonestly.

Dewey squinted his peachy eyes in the hot water and pushed him away: "Are you hot? Don't let anyone hear you."

Zheng Luolai hugged him with a smile, pushed him to the corner, pressed his already hot and hard place against his lower abdomen, and let the water flow down the delicate curve of his face: "Then don't scream."

Dewey immediately flushed with embarrassment, and resisted vigorously: "Get out, get out! Call your sister!"

Grace or cruelty, luxury or loneliness.

These words belong to Zheng Luolai.

But the word happy has always been insulated from him.

But at this moment, Zheng Luolai really smiled happily. He insisted on hugging Dewey during the slapstick, and kissed the face he kept avoiding repeatedly.

In the end, Dewey got anxious, and suddenly changed the water to the coldest, taking advantage of Zheng Luolai's distraction, he pushed him away in a panic to run out of the bathroom.

But it was completely unexpected that when the door was opened, Bai Yan stood outside with a calm expression, standing in their bedroom.

Dewey petrified with terror.

It took two to three seconds to recover, remembering that I was not wearing anything, and with a pale face, I pulled the towel and hid under the bed in a panic.

Zheng Luolai is not a good-tempered person, at this time his little patience has disappeared, he put on a bathrobe and came out to curse loudly: "Are you fucking sick?!"

Bai Yan held the phone: "Grandpa's phone."

Zheng Luolai grabbed it violently: "You are never allowed to enter this room again."

Bai Yan was still gentle and soft: "Okay."

After speaking, he opened the door quietly and left.

Zheng Luolai connected to the phone angrily: "What are you doing?"

"Lolai..." Zheng Songyan didn't care about the quarrel he heard at all, and his tone was very calm: "You must be thinking why I want you to come back?"

Zheng Luolai replied: "Why?"

Zheng Songyan said: "There is one thing I can only tell you. Bai Yan can't know, and neither can your father. I...may not survive this year."

After thinking about it, Zheng Luolai didn't expect this situation at all. Grandpa's body was well taken care of by Jiang Yushang, and he looked very healthy.

Zheng Songyan smiled: "Xiao Yu told me, she won't lie."

Zheng Luolai asked back: "Why me?"

"Yeah, why?" Zheng Songyan's old voice was very clear on the phone: "Maybe I just started to feel that you look like grandpa, maybe it's because you don't want anything."

To take back the most old man's shares in the shortest time, and to suspend his post and revoke his rights. This request is very strange and incomprehensible to the old man Zheng who has always been generous in planning strategies and hiding his descendants.

Even Zheng Luolai didn't understand what he was thinking.

But the coming of the fear of "death" made him suddenly realize a little bit.

After all, he was so close to death.

-

It has been several minutes since I hung up on Grandpa's phone.

Seeing that Dewey was still lying motionless under the quilt, Zheng Luolai walked over and stroked his wet short hair: "Don't be angry."

Dewey trembled and turned his sleepy face: "Huh?"

...to be able to fall asleep so quickly.

Zheng Luolai sat next to him with hair full of black lines, suddenly smiled again, leaned over and hugged Dewey through the quilt: "Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good things everdies."

Dewey was even more puzzled: "Are you brain-dead? What are you talking about?"

Zheng Luolai shook his head and kissed his neck: "Movie lines."

Dewey narrowed his eyes comfortably again: "Okay, okay, I'm sleepy, and I was scolded by my dad again today, I'm going to sleep..."

Zheng Luolai hugged him: "Well, good night."

The call brought hope as well as pain.

What he hates and what he misses will all leave eventually, as long as Dewey is here, hope will finally come as promised someday.