forced business manual

Baifan Airport, waiting hall.

"Please, can I have your autograph?"

"Yes, do you have a notebook?"

"On clothes!"

"..."

Shao Ziqian quietly looked at the fifth passer-by who wanted to sign an autograph within this hour, and the mental arithmetic in his hand was almost crushed.

Shouldn't the people in this VIP terminal be all busy flying trapeze people? An old drama? !

No one knew how irritable Shao Ziqian was in his heart, but passers-by felt so beautiful when they got the autograph, and when they touched their phone to take a picture, they found that there was someone beside Jiang Bai, looking at her like poisoned eyes.

"Shao, Shao, Shao, Shao, Mr. Shao?!" The passer-by was a young girl who was well dressed and could be seen from a good family background.

Jiang Bai looked at the passer-by girl with some surprise. Although he released Shao Ziqian's photos on Weibo, they were not frontal photos. It is difficult to recognize a real person at a glance, but this girl recognized her at a glance.

The passer-by girl was shocked by Shao Ziqian's fright, subconsciously took a step back, and whispered: "My father took me to a reception, I met Mr. Shao, and—"

The business district of Hainiao City holds several receptions every year, and Shao Ziqian sometimes goes there, and the passer-by girl said that it is not surprising to have seen them.

"And what?" Jiang Bai asked puzzled seeing her draw a long tail.

The passer-by girl hesitated to speak, looked at Jiang Bai and then at Shao Ziqian, stood up straight "biu" as if she had made up her mind, and said seriously and firmly: "And I am a husband-protecting treasure! Mr. Shao's marriage happiness is protected by the husband-protecting treasure. Our slogan is - eat all the world without climbing the wall, keep Shaobai sincerely!"

Jiang Bai and Shao Ziqian: "..."

After all, Jiang Bai was in the entertainment industry, so he accepted it well. Although Shao Ziqian often watched Shao Shibaishhou's fans, it was the first time he felt Shao Shibaishhou's fans so intuitively, and he couldn't help being a little dazed.

Today's young people are surprisingly passionate.

Mr. Shao, who has seen the big storms in the mall and told his employees how to learn chicken soup successfully, thought of it truthfully.

"Thank you." Jiang Bai came back to his senses and took the initiative to hold Shao Ziqian's arm, "Do you want to take a photo together?"

"Yes!" The passer-by girl was so excited that she yelled, and took more than 20 photos in succession from different angles, and then reluctantly bid farewell to the two of them.

Jiang Bai watched the passer-by girl go away, leaned on Shao Ziqian's shoulder, and said lightly: "It's nice to be young, everything you do is sincere, without any annoying twists and turns."

Shao Ziqian pursed his lips and remained silent, looking down at the hair on Jiang Bai's head with complicated eyes.

Since yesterday, Jiang Bai has said something meaningful from time to time, Shao Ziqian can hardly pretend that he doesn't understand, he knows that Jiang Bai already knows about his recovery.

If it was other things, Shao Ziqian could make a decision quickly and think about the next choice, but when it came to Jiang Bai, he couldn't do it, and became hesitant and hesitant to move forward.

Wait, wait, wait until he gives the gift to Jiang Bai.

Shao Ziqian told himself like this, rubbing his face against Jiang Bai's hair, "Bai Bai, I love you so much."

Hearing this naive tone, Jiang Bai's eyes darkened, he had already said this, Shao Ziqian still didn't tell the truth, how long did he want to pretend?

Switzerland, Lucerne, a small town under the Rigi Peak.

He Zhenshu set off one day earlier than Jiang Bai, and arrived at the location ahead of time to arrange work and accommodation. At this time, he had just finished all the preparations, so he was free to rest in the tavern in the town for a while.

Mount Rigi is a famous snow scene in Switzerland. Most of the people who come here live in this small town, so there are all kinds of skin colors in the tavern, and it is not surprising that Asians appear.

In a dimly lit corner, the Asian man is wearing a rigorous and elegant suit but is not restrained at all. He is sitting on a wooden high chair in a relaxed posture, with his elbows casually resting on the bar, holding a cup of colorless absinthe in his slender and well-proportioned hands. liquor.

The colorless absinthe, a Swiss specialty, looks as plain as white water, but is actually as strong as a beast. If you want to enjoy such a delicacy, you must pay the same price to subdue it.

He Zhenshu calculated the time and thought that Jiang Bai's plane would be landing soon. He put down his phone and took a sip of wine. The spicy and bitter stimulation exploded in his mouth. At the same time, his body became much warmer under the stimulation of strong alcohol.

"Are you traveling here alone?"

It's 1202 and still people use such ancient pickup quotes?

He Zhenshu raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and was startled when he saw the other person's face clearly.

This is a very handsome face. He Zhenshu, who has seen countless handsome men and beautiful women in the entertainment industry for many years, has to admit that this person's face is at least the top three in terms of ranking.

But the fly in the ointment is that this person is not young anymore, he looks like an old man in his 40s.

The faint nasolabial folds of the old man did not diminish his handsomeness, but instead added a sense of melancholy, making everyone who saw him want to know the story of this man's experience.

Averting his eyes from his face, He Zhenshu hurriedly took a look at the man. He had a standard European appearance, tall and fair-skinned, and well-coordinated dark-blond hair. handkerchief.

He Zhenshu immediately sorted out three pieces of information about this old man in his mind.

- He should be very rich.

Second, he doesn't seem like someone who would strike up a conversation.

Three He really wanted to fuck me.

"What's the matter?" He Zhenshu, who was not sure of the situation for a while, didn't directly reprimand him coldly, he turned slightly to look at the old man and said.

Seeing He Zhenshu's face, the old man was completely blank for a moment, and then he returned to the appearance of an elegant gentleman. He put his hands on the chair next to him, and did not sit down abruptly, "I just see that you are here alone, and I happen to be alone too. , why not be a companion to chat with?"

The old man's chatting up quotations are so clichéd that people can't listen to them. The bartender wiping the glass couldn't help but look over, wanting to see what the person who can say this looks like. It's not just him, the scattered people in the tavern Several guests also poked their heads to watch the excitement.

He Zhenshu, who was facing the old man, was slightly numb, unable to continue, and said dryly, "I have work to do later, so I'm leaving first."

Why such a good-looking old man looks like an antique from the last century is unscientific.

He Zhenshu drank all the wine in his glass, got up and staggered away from the old man and walked out of the tavern. He did not lie, he did have work to deal with, because he just received a message from Jiang Bailuo.

On the way back, He Zhenshu didn't walk too fast. He recalled the handsome and tragic face of the old man, and it was a pity that he didn't ask for a contact information.

He Zhenshu is not an ascetic, and of course he is not an amorous person. When necessary, he will go to the bar to find someone he likes to settle with, and after getting out of bed, he will not involve or communicate with each other.

This is the first time he met someone who made him want to get to know him proactively. Unfortunately, with He Zhenshu's eyesight, he can see that the old man is not something he can provoke, and the most important thing is - he and the old man The man hit the mark.

The old man is good-looking, but he is not to the point where He Zhenshu would do nothing for love, so he can only say goodbye.

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