If you don't bend, I will be blackened!

The end of the new year is approaching, and this is the busiest time in the company. All kinds of meetings, large and small, and the renewal and termination of contracts for the coming year need to be controlled by Zhang Zucong himself.

Zhang Zucong has been busy for more than half a month and has not been home.

He glanced at the cooperation in his hands. Ni Hong's contract with Hurricane expired at the end of this year. Ni Hong is a big cash cow, and his income alone is nearly six times that of other artists in his company.

Zhang Zucong narrowed his eyes. Ni Hong had the idea of ​​returning to the Ni family. It would be great if Hurricane could continue to renew her contract. If not, he would still associate with the Ni family in the future.

This year, Ni Hong's movie was a big hit, setting Hurricane at the highest box office of the year, and he was nominated for various queens.

As the president of Hurricane, Zhang Zucong was naturally happy. After his subordinates proposed to hold a celebration banquet for her, he was already thinking about how to renew the contract and agreed after hearing this.

On the evening of December 29, Ni Hong's celebration banquet was held as scheduled.

Before the start, Zhang Zucong received a call from Bai Jinyi asking him if he would go home for dinner today, but Zhang Zucong didn't think about it: "I won't, the company has something to do today."

Bai Jinyi looked at the days circled in red pen on the calendar, then glanced at the table covered with food and pursed his lips: "Then when will you come back?"

There began to urge, Zhang Zucong hurriedly said: "It may be very late, let alone busy."

As soon as Bai Jin was about to say something, he heard a busy voice in his ears, and muttered to himself with a little blank eyes: "Okay..."

The servant looked at the lonely Bai Jinyi on the dining table with some doubts. In previous years, when New Year's Day approached, Zhang Wuye would go back to the old house to participate in the family gathering. Young Master Bai couldn't go, and Fifth Master was afraid that the young man would be sad, so he set 29 every year as New Years between the two of them.

Why didn't people come back this year?

Bai Jinyi sat and waited alone at the dinner table, eagerly hoping that Zhang Zucong would come back as before or explain to him why he didn't come back.

He is not an unreasonable person, Zhang Zucong is very busy and he understands, but this year he is extra impatient, trying to use these details to deceive himself so that he regains a little confidence in being loved, and makes himself feel that he has a place in Zhang Zucong's heart.

These selfish emotions came out of nowhere, but Bai Jinyi didn't want to adjust.

Bai Jinyi sat upright, not so much sitting as he was stiff and frozen.

He stared at the wall clock on the wall as it swung past one by one, and watched the clock jump to twelve o'clock.

The servant looked at the clock and at Bai Jinyi's thin back and sat motionless all night, feeling a little distressed, and said: "Master Bai, Mr. Zhang is very busy at the end of the year, maybe he forgot, don't wait." Would you like some food?"

Bai Jinyi still didn't move, and continued to sit for a few minutes before turning back to look at the servant, his eyes were slightly bloodshot from not blinking for a long time, and he looked as if he was about to cry.

He smiled and said, "I don't want to eat these, you can take them down or eat them."

After speaking, he walked into the kitchen and took out the bananas in the refrigerator, poured a glass of Coke and drank it.

"Master, are you going to eat this?"

Bai Jinyi scratched his hair, then blinked slyly: "Don't tell Uncle Cong, I wouldn't even dare to eat him."

Seeing his cleverness, the servant couldn't help but worry: "Don't eat it like this."

Bai Jinyi definitely answered no, but he only lay on the bed for half an hour, and his whole stomach and stomach began to writhe and hurt.

The pain seemed like someone was pulling his intestines hard. The pain made him unable to move, so he could only curl up on the bed and hold his stomach.

His bangs were wet with cold sweat, and his face was pale and pale.

It would kill him to move, and when he was almost fainting, he finally endured the pain and dialed the bell in the villa.

"Brother Cong, do you really want to renew the contract with me?" Ni Hong held the red wine, and her delicate appearance carried the unique pride of a noble lady.

Even if the affectation is just right, people can't feel disgusted.

Zhang Zucong understood that there was something to be said, and said with a smile: "The world can learn from it."

Ni Hong laughed, put down her wine glass and hugged his waist: "Why are you so polite, we are boyfriend and girlfriend, if you don't want me to leave, I won't leave."

Zhang Zucong smiled. I don't know why he felt a little resistant to this statement, but he still hugged her back: "Are you polite? I am respecting your opinion."

Ni Hong pouted her lips slightly: "Then let me think about it."

Zhang Zucong knew there was no problem.

Ni Hong looked at Zhang Zucong's focused and seductive eyes, and she moved forward to hold Zhang Zucong's hand: "Brother Cong, will you stay with me all night?"

Before Zhang Zucong could speak, the phone rang suddenly, breaking the ambiguity in the air.

He comforted Ni Hong apologetically, took out his mobile phone and found that it was the housekeeper's call, and for some reason, he suddenly skipped a beat and felt flustered for no reason.

Next: "What's the matter?"

"Fifth Master, Young Master Bai is in the hospital!"

When Zhang Zucong rushed out of the banquet hall, he was satisfied with the news that Bai Jinyi had entered the hospital, and he didn't even have time to explain to Ni Hong.

Looking at his back, Ni Hong yanked her fingers fiercely, her eyes were full of reluctance and unobtrusive disgust.

When Zhang Zucong arrived at the hospital, Bai Jinyi was lying on the hospital bed and fell asleep, with a needle in his hand, his face was bloodless and his brows were tightly knit.

Zhang Zucong suddenly felt distressed when the lively little boy suddenly behaved like this.

He couldn't help but stretch out his index finger, which had a thin layer of calluses from holding the pen for many years, and gently stroked the brows of Bai Jinyi's furrowed eyebrows, spreading out the wrinkle.

Looking at the housekeeper and Yun Ye, he frowned and said, "What's going on?"

Yun Ye shrugged and said, "Food poisoning."

Zhang Zucong looked slightly cold. The ingredients in the villa were only brought in after strict control. How could there be food poisoning?

Looking at the butler, the butler was startled and hurriedly said, "Fifth Master, Young Master Bai only ate one banana and a cup of Coke today."

Zhang Zucong emphasized his tone: "No one cooks?"

The butler coughed lightly, bowed slightly and said, "I did, Young Master Bai has been waiting for you."

Zhang Zucong paused, and his voice was very tight: "It's just nonsense! I told him that I won't be able to go back today."

"Master Bai is not a capricious person," the butler said, "Maybe because it is the 29th, so Master Bai wants to wait for you."

"What about the 29th? No. 20 is his father's death day?!" Zhang Zucong looked at that small face, and couldn't get angry.

The housekeeper watched Explosive Dragon grow up, and sighed: "Didn't you make an appointment with Young Master Bai that every year 29 is New Year's Day?"

Zhang Zucong froze, and then suddenly remembered this matter, and sat down on the chair with a little anger: "Coke and bananas will cause food poisoning?"

"No," Yun Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, "Master Bai is an exception, he can't eat like this after his stomach is deep."