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

Zhang Zucong laughed angrily.

At this time, Zhang Zucong really wanted to slap him a few times, and he endured this relationship and did not touch that line.

It's not hard work but it's also uncomfortable. As a result, the little heartless person said these words lightly?

Zhang Zucong was afraid that he would suffer from a heart attack, so he took a deep breath, passed Bai Jin and said to the housekeeper, "Go to the airport."

After taking a few steps over Bai Jinyi, she turned her head slightly and said, "Be more obedient here, don't run around."

Bai Jin turned her head abruptly, seeing that tall figure walking farther and farther until she could no longer see him, her heart was pierced like a knife.

I am alone again.

He stood where he was until his hands and feet were cold, and then he went upstairs slowly.

As soon as Bai Jin returned to the room and saw the half-smoked pack of confiscated cigarettes, his eyes were a little dazed. Zhang Zucong likes to smoke, and he always holds it in his hand from time to time.

As a result, there is always a faint pleasant smell of cigarettes on his body, which Bai Jinyi does not dislike.

This time, he didn't know how long it would take before he could smell this smell again.

Six months a year or... longer?

Bai Jinyi's eye circles were slightly red, and Zhang Zucong had been ignoring him more and more since Zhang Zucong and Ni Hong were together.

Since then, his heart has never been at ease, always hanging in the air.

He is like the duckweed, which has no roots, but longs for roots.

Thinking of not knowing when he would be able to meet that man who is full of banditry and affection, Bai Jinyi felt the temperature in his body evaporate with time like the temperature in the cup.

His eyes stared blankly at the pack of cigarettes, but in the mild weather of May, Bai Jinyi felt as if he was in the harsh winter weather.

His less obvious Adam's apple rolled up and down, his lips trembled slightly, and he took out a cigarette and lit it.

Following Zhang Zucong's example, he put the cigarette near his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath.

After the spicy nicotine got into his throat, he felt uncomfortable, Bai Jin took a sip and coughed violently.

The coughing sound followed, attracting the servant's attention.

There was a knock on the door: "Master?"

Bai Jin panicked subconsciously when he heard the voice. The whole room was filled with Zhang Zucong's people, and the other party would know his every move.

He clenched his fists, resisting the discomfort in his throat, causing the muscles on his face to twist: "I'm fine, I'm choking on water."

"Okay, call us if necessary."

Hearing the sound of walking in the corridor getting farther and farther away, Bai Jinyi slowly recovered his breathing.

The turbulent anxiety was not vented at all under the appeasement of nicotine.

He is getting more and more agitated.

There was nothing he could do.

Bai Jinyi felt it was unfair, why could the other party know about his every move, but he couldn't get any news about the other party?

He could only repeat his miss day after day, but he didn't even have the qualification to call the other party.

Bai Jinyi's negative emotions slowly dominated him, and he felt uneasy slowly turning into strong unwillingness burning his blood.

He wanted to calm down, but those emotions that had nowhere to rest were clamoring in his body to vent.

In the end, Bai Jinyi buried his face deeply in his palm, and said hoarsely, "What should I do?"

Just as he was talking, his cell phone rang, and it was Yun Ye's call.

Bai Jinyi took it out and took a look, he couldn't speak properly in his current situation.

He threw the phone aside and retreated into a corner by himself.

After the emotion in his body passed, he picked up another mobile phone and dialed Yun Ye's number.

The bell rang for a long time before the other party picked it up.

"Master Bai?" Yun Ye asked uncertainly.

Bai Jin hummed: "What's the matter?"

Yun Ye was stunned when he heard Bai Jinyi's voice, how could it be so hoarse?

This is completely different from the voice of the young man in the video who pretends to be cute and pure and cool and noble. Did he swallow ten catties of cotton raw?

"You..." Yun Ye was stunned for a moment, "Master Cong went to America to stab you?"

Bai Jinyi never expected that his voice would become like this all of a sudden.

He raised his arm to cover his eyes, and said in a more emphatic tone, "Say something."

Yun Ye sighed: "Yizhong has been doing well recently. You said that it is feasible to build a bar among the rich and powerful, and the effect is good. Now the people who come here are all from the entertainment industry and those rich second generations, but... ..." Yun Ye paused.

Bai Jinyi frowned: "Just what?"

"Are you allowed to sell-drugs?" Yun Ye said in a deep voice, "The money comes quickly."

These things are very common in bars, almost every bar has this kind of thing, not uncommon.

"Not for sale," Bai Jinyi said, "Yizhong is not allowed to touch these things."

"This may lose some customers." Yun Ye thought in the end, and couldn't bear to take this risk.

However, Bai Jinyi sternly refused, he knew that as long as he started, everything would never come back.

He was unwilling to touch the last bottom line.

Yun Ye was silent for a while, and said, "When are you coming back?"

Bai Jin paused, he didn't know.

He can go back with a little thought like before.

But this time he didn't want to, he wanted Zhang Zucong to take him back.

Bai Jinyi didn't answer Yun Ye's question and hung up the phone.

I don't know what came to mind, Bai Jinyi called Yun Ye's phone back, and said in a deep voice: "You find someone to keep an eye on Ni Hong."

Yun Ye raised his eyebrows, played with the white powder found in his hand, and threw it to the assistant to respond readily.

He likes watching these plots the most, and they are getting more and more interesting.

The assistant looked at the medicines, with a flash of greed in his eyes: "Manager, is this really going to be handed over to the police?"

Yun Ye glanced at him lightly, and said in a cold tone, "Otherwise?" He didn't want to mess with a dog that couldn't bark.

Time passed day by day, and it had been almost a month since he came back from the United States. Zhang Zucong's temper was obviously bad.

The assistant was crying out in pain, what happened to this master?Can he continue to make money?Or go home and farm.

"Lin Chou!" Zhang Zucong shouted.

The assistant pushed the door tremblingly and entered. Seeing the pimple on the president's chin, he closed his eyes and put on a wry smile: "Mr. Zhang, did you call me?"

Looking at the documents in front of him, Zhang Zucong became agitated one after another. When lighting a cigarette, his finger accidentally touched a pimple on his chin. The pain caused him to drop the lighter on the spot and clutch his chin.

He never thought that after he came back from the United States, he would basically have sex dreams every day.

Calm down and adjust your emotions?

Fuck it, he got more and more serious, when he didn't realize what he was thinking, he didn't think about Bai Jinyi that much.

After realizing that he likes Bai Jinyi, he wants to do Bai Jinyi even when he is asleep and awake.

"Mr. Zhang...Mr. Zhang?" Lin Chou now felt that there was a knife hanging around his neck, which could be dropped anytime and anywhere.

With a bitter face, he thought to himself: Mr. Zhang, don't scare me anymore, if you scare me any more, you'll be stupid!

Zhang Zucong took a deep breath, glanced at Lin Chou's work card, and became furious: "Do you want to change your surname?"

"Modification?" Lin Chou said simply, "I...I still want to marry a wife and have children..." Zhang Zucong got angry and waved his hands quickly: "Get out!"

After the assistant went out, Zhang Zucong leaned back in the chair violently, gradually calmed down, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

He has lived for 30 years and has never liked someone so aggrieved. When has he ever worried about someone's feelings so much?

Even back then... Zhang Zucong pursed his lips, took out his cell phone, and just wanted to call Bai Jinyi, but was afraid that he would not be able to bear it anymore when he heard Bai Jinyi's voice.

So I called Edward.

Zhang Zucong cut straight to the point and asked Bai Jinyi how he was doing.

Edward glanced at the untouched dinner plate at the door of the room, and said worriedly: "Master Bai has eaten very little recently, and has been locking himself in the room..." Zhang Zucong paused: "Why did you lock yourself up?" in the room?"

"Last week, I was asked to buy a piece of high-quality black jade and said it was for making something."

Zhang Zucong thought of the Go game in the room, and then remembered that Bai Jinyi knew these crafts.

He frowned, why did he go on a hunger strike when he made things?

Dissatisfied: "Convey my words, let him eat, has he gone out recently?"

"Yes," Edward thought for a while, and the thin figure of the young man flashed in his mind, and he still said, "No, something is wrong with Young Master Bai since you left, please come and take a look if you have time."

Zhang Zucong frowned, and the image of Bai Jinyi being rejected with his luggage suddenly flashed in his mind.

Lost and miserable.

Is he looking forward to being able to pick him up?

Zhang Zucong's lips were tightly pursed. What did he say to the child to cover up his embarrassment?

It seems that he just quarreled with Ni Hong to relax?

Strange too much.

Zhang Zucong felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, what would Bai Jinyi think at that time?

Only now did he recall the boy's pale face.

He rubbed the space between his brows with a headache, and he will have to explain it carefully when he has a chance someday.

At the same time, it was already midnight in the United States.

Bai Jinyi sat on the chair, holding a carving knife in his hand, and carved bit by bit according to the drawn lines.

The material of black jade is harder than that of white jade, and Bai Jinyi just carved a cloud pattern, and a bloodstain has been worn out in the middle of the thumb pressing the carving knife.

The wound was very deep, and it could be seen that such a deep wound could only be formed through continuous accumulation.

He is preparing a birthday present for Zhang Zucong.

He wanted to give Zhang Zucong a pair of cufflinks, a pair of unique cufflinks worthy of Zhang Zucong.

Bai Jinyi lowered his head, knowing that he could not go back, but this did not prevent him from wanting to prepare a gift for Zhang Zucong.

He landed the last knife, and the cufflinks were finally finished.

He picked up the band-aid and pasted it on the wound casually, picked up the two cufflinks that carried all his love, and stared before his eyes.

Then carefully put this unknown love into the gift box.

When the housekeeper knocked on the door, Bai Jinyi said a little annoyed, "I won't eat."

Edward sighed: "Call me just now and let you eat something."

Hearing Zhang Zucong, Bai Jinyi stood up, rubbed his swollen and sore eyes, and opened the door.

After taking the plate, he said thank you and closed the door again.

The cook in the manor was brought from China, and the dishes he cooked were also in line with his taste.

But today, when he smelled these smells, he felt nauseated.

Probably because I haven't eaten for too long.

As soon as Bai Jin put down his chopsticks, he didn't know what to think, and ate most of the food in the bowl bit by bit.

At the end of the meal, his stomach couldn't bear it, and he vomited and rolled over.

He rushed into the bathroom and vomited.

As soon as Bai Jin vomited to the end, she slumped on the ground powerlessly, her hands hanging down feebly.

He cut off contact with the club for nearly a month, and locked himself in the room all day and all night.

Bai Jin stared at the lamp on the ceiling, her lips trembling.

The desire to see Zhang Zucong intensified.

He wanted to see Zhang Zucong, without saying a word, he would come back after taking a look from a distance, he would not know.

Just letting him see it... is good too.