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

Bai Jinyi looked up at the ceiling in a daze, and suddenly couldn't remember if he had breakfast today, and when did he pass yesterday. He looked at the water dispenser, which was usually only a few steps away, but now I feel like I can't get past that.

Even the servant's voice seemed to be coming from a distant horizon.

The only thought that he wanted to see Zhang Zucong was not so erratic, Bai Jinxiu wanted to see Zhang Zucong, he felt that he was almost reaching the limit.

When Ni Hong stepped into the villa, what she saw was such a scene. Bai Jinyi bent her legs and raised her head, her eyes were dull, and her slightly protruding Adam's apple set off the curve of her neck very beautifully.

It's just that the knuckles of the hands hanging down the sofa are too exaggerated, there are thick dark circles under the eyelids, and the face is so pale that it makes people panic, and there is also a vague ominous gray, like a person who is terminally ill.

If it weren't for the still heaving chest, Ni Hong felt that it was no different from death.

She thought of Zhang Zucong's panic at the celebration banquet and the bits and pieces of the past, she clenched her fingers tightly, and a gleam of disgust flashed in her eyes.

She couldn't help thinking, it would be great if Bai Jinyi just died like this.

"Miss Ni, Fifth Master has not been at home for more than a week." Seeing that Bai Jinyi remained silent, the servant said hastily.

"I know," Ni Hong flew to the United States to film a movie this week, and Zhang Zucong happened to bring some documents for her to help bring over, so she came over, looked at Bai Jinyi on the sofa, "he will stay with me."

"Okay, so are you here?"

"Come and pack some clothes for Brother Cong. We're going to America for a few days today," Ni Hong said with a smile, "I'll pack you while you're busy."

Bai Jinyi sat up on the sofa, looked at Ni Hong, and said hoarsely after a while: "Uncle Cong has been with you recently?"

"You don't know?" Ni Hong asked in surprise, "Didn't Brother Cong tell you?"

Bai Jinyi pursed her lips tightly and did not speak.

Ni Hong opened her mouth and was a little embarrassed, she didn't say anything, turned around and went upstairs.

She pushed open the door of Zhang Zucong's room only to find that Zhang Zucong's room was covered with rabbit fur. The soft rabbit fur was a bit out of tune with the layout of the room, as if it was specially laid out to cater to someone.

Ni Hong almost immediately thought of the barefooted Bai Jinyi downstairs, her breathing was slightly suffocated, her eyes flashed with jealousy, sometimes she really felt that Zhang Zucong was really different from Bai Jinyi.

It is not the elders who care for the younger generation, but the subconscious care from the bottom of the heart like a lover.

She glanced at the rabbit fur at the foot of Zhang Zucong's bed, which was pressed very evenly, and clenched her fingers tightly.

She just stayed in Zhang Zucong's room for more than ten minutes before walking down with a small suitcase. At a glance, she saw Bai Jinyi, who was fully dressed, sitting in the living room waiting for her.

Bai Jinyi's half-dead state was hidden, and he smiled sweetly at Ni Hong, and said, "Aunt Ni Hong, I want to go with you to meet Uncle Cong, my report card needs to be signed."

"This may not be appropriate." Ni Hong also smiled.

"..." Bai Jinyi looked deeply into Ni Hong's eyes, full of gloom, but still smiled, "Then I won't go in."

Ni Hong glanced at the servant not far away, walked a few steps forward, sighed, and said, "It's not that I don't let you, you saw it too, I even came back to get his clothes..."

Bai Jinyi was silent for a long while, nodded and said with no joy or sorrow in his voice, "I'll take you out, please tell Uncle Cong that I... will try my best to find a good house to move out."

Ni Hong gave a sharp pause when she heard the words. She just guessed that something was wrong with these two people, but she didn't expect it to be so serious.

What is it?Ni Hong suddenly didn't dare to think about it.

The moment he stepped out of the door, Ni Hong suddenly turned around and said without a word: "Baibai, brother Cong likes children very much."

"is it?"

When Bai Jin asked back, Ni Hong smiled and got into the car without saying a word.

Bai Jinyi pretended to be indifferent as he watched Ni Hong's car's rear disappear from sight, and the smile on his mouth collapsed.

He slammed himself against the wall, his back hurting, but no amount of pain could beat the dull pain in his chest.

He lowered his eyelids slightly and looked at the ground. Zhang Zucong likes children, but only women can have children, so what Ni Hong meant was telling Bai Jin that Zhang Zucong would not be with men.

Bai Jinyi sneered, but bitterness accounted for more than half of his laughter. Even if Zhang Zucong could accept a man, that man would definitely not be him.

So would it make any difference to him whether he would be with a man or not?

……

In the United States, Zhang Zucong just found Mirante's trail, and ran away before he had time to catch everyone. If it wasn't because he took care of everything himself, he would have thought that someone had tipped off Mirante. In time.

"Fuck!" Zhang Zucong kicked the table, rubbing his brows with a headache.

Whistleblowing?

Zhang Zucong had a flash of inspiration. The person who called him was Hu Jiwen, the person in charge of the US District. He only told him what he said and how to do it. Since he lived in the same compound since he was a child, he just went that way. think.

But now that I think about it, it's too coincidental that Mirante can know some of his fine movements and then pinch and escape.

With a sneer, he called Hu Jiwen in, and he arrived within a few minutes.

"Cong Wu, are you looking for me?" Hu Jiwen looks Zhou Zheng, with big eyes that always give people an illusion of integrity.

"Well," Zhang Zucong remained calm, "The latest news is that Mirante has fled to Sacramento. Let's stop wasting people going there and go directly to San Francisco to wait for him."

"How do you know he's going straight to San Francisco?"

"It's calculated," Zhang Zucong raised his brows with a proud expression, "Milante has tasted the sweetness once, and he will taste it at least once."

Hu Jiwen looked at the arrogant Zhang Zucong sitting on the chair, his eyes flashed with disdain, what kind of genius businessman, he pretended to be like that two days ago, but these two days have shown his true colors.

"Okay, then I'll transfer everyone to a city near Sacramento."

Zhang Zucong transferred all the original people to Hu Jiwen, and secretly hired people to go to Sacramento immediately.

Milante must have been tired after running for more than a week. If Hu Jiwen had really sent him a message, the other party would have chosen to rest in Sacramento for the night.

"Will you go to San Francisco with me later?" Hu Jiwen asked.

"No," Zhang Zucong refused, "My girlfriend will come to me at seven o'clock in the evening to accompany her."

"Then stay with him well, and I'll go and watch." Hu Jiwen said with a smile.

Zhang Zucong planned to go to Sacramento at ten o'clock, but he did meet Ni Hong before that.

He thanked Ni Hong first, and after chatting for a few words, he casually asked, "Did you meet Bai Jinyi yesterday?"

Ni Hong paused slightly with the hand holding the knife and fork, and then said with a smile: "I met him, and he asked me where the house is better, and said that he wanted to move out and let me tell you."

"Move out?" Zhang Zucong frowned.

"Well, that's it," Ni Hong said, "Maybe you need privacy when you grow up."