Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

He looked at the time and frowned even deeper.

Aren't there several drivers at home? Why haven't they come yet?

[My driver, if you don't give the order, how dare He Chen give orders? ]

818 yawned and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Ji Bai paused, and just as he was about to stand up and go back to find He Chen, he saw a figure walking in from the door.

Seeing this, Ji Bai stopped and lay back on the desk.

But the figure stopped beside his table, and the huge presence forced Ji Bai to open his eyes and look up at him.

He Chen was wearing gloves and held the milk tea in both hands and handed it to him carefully without saying a word.

Ji Bai frowned, "I don't need it."

Hearing Ji Bai's words, He Chen became a little anxious. He stammered as he explained, "No...it's not dirty. I wore...gloves."

Ji Bai's breath was choked, and he suddenly remembered the words he blurted out in anger on the rooftop yesterday, and his body stiffened involuntarily.

[Wuwuwu, host, just accept it and then apologize to him. I just took a look, and the male lead is really...wuwuwu, really...wuwuwu, really...wuwuwu...]

Ji Bai: ......

818 went back and forth a few more times, but in the end, he couldn't come up with anything, so he gave up while crying and said, "Wow, you can see for yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, scenes appeared in Ji Bai's mind.

He saw He Chen carrying a tattered schoolbag and walking out of the imperial palace step by step in silence. Finally, he walked out to the street. He touched his pocket and found only 20 yuan in it. He looked at the money in silence for a long time, then looked up and saw a milk tea shop. He walked over without thinking and ordered a cup of milk tea.

Because it was his first time buying milk tea, he only saw the milk teas that cost more than 20 yuan. He held the 20 yuan tightly in his hand and waited there for a long time. Fortunately, the milk tea shop was not very busy. A clerk seemed to see his embarrassment and pointed to the menu on the table, "Student, if you don't like the ones above, you can take a look at these. Is there anything you like?"

He Chen walked forward in silence, glanced at the list, thought for a while, and pointed: "This one."

The clerk quickly and seriously made it for him. He Chen looked at the gloves on their hands, lowered his eyes to look at his own hands, and after a long time, he raised his head to look at the clerk and asked softly: "Can you give me a pair of gloves?"

He Chen put on gloves and took the milk tea before walking towards the school. Along the way, for fear that the dust would get on the milk tea, he shamelessly asked for bags from several small supermarkets and wrapped the milk tea in three layers inside and three layers outside.

It was not until he reached the classroom door that he carefully took the bags down and put them into his backpack.

After reading it, Ji Bai's heart trembled slightly. He raised his eyes to look at the cautious man for a long time, then slowly reached out to take the cup of milk tea that he had protected so well.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed in from the door and knocked the milk tea out of He Chen's hand.

"boom--"

The milk tea was scattered heavily on the ground, and the place became a mess in an instant.

The visitor said angrily: "Ji Bai, you can't drink what he gave you, do you know..."

He suddenly stopped, covered his face and turned his head to look at Ji Bai with cold eyes. He opened his mouth unconsciously to defend himself: "I'm not...I..."

Ji Bai took a deep breath and suppressed his anger a little. He lowered his eyes to look at the milk tea that was spilled on the ground, frowned slightly, then bent down to pick it up, unsealed the straw and drank a sip of the remaining milk tea in the cup without caring, then picked up the bag and handed it back to He Chen: "Throw it away, don't buy these for me next time, I don't like them."

He Chen stared at Ji Bai blankly until he came to his senses after he heard Ji Bai give him an order.

He was a little nervous and at a loss: "Master, please spit out the milk tea quickly. It fell on the ground and it's dirty."

Ji Bai endured the sticky feeling of the milk tea on his hands. Seeing that He Chen was still hesitating, he frowned even deeper and his tone unconsciously became colder: "Didn't you hear what I said?"

He Chen paused, lowered his head and took it obediently, "Yes, Master."

Ji Bai looked at the sticky milk tea in his hands, his frown did not relax, and a feeling of impatience surged in his heart.

Just when he was on the verge of exploding, someone gently pinched his fingers and took a wet tissue to wipe away the milk tea stains on his hands bit by bit, as if wiping a priceless treasure.

The nameless anger in Ji Bai's heart was immediately extinguished. He looked at He Chen who was wiping his hands with his eyes lowered. The shadow of his long eyelashes obscured his expression, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

A steady stream of burning heat was transmitted from his bony fingers through his hands. Only then did Ji Bai realize that He Chen seemed taller and stronger than when he first met him.

Grow taller?

Can you still grow taller at this age?

Does Ah Pang have any secret to growing taller?

Later he went to ask if he could grow two more centimeters taller, so that he would be 1.8 meters tall.

Ji Bai was lost in thought, and when he came to his senses, He Chen had already wiped his hands clean.

He pulled his hand out from his large palm, then raised his head slightly and looked at Wang Shichuan with a cold expression: "Do you think you are very familiar with me?"

Wang Shichuan's pupils constricted, his whole body froze, and all the words he wanted to explain were stuck in his throat.

He clenched his teeth and finally came to his senses. The Wang family's foundation was not enough for the Ji family to play with for two minutes. No matter how unwilling he was to admit defeat, he could only bend down and apologize to Ji Bai: "I'm sorry, Master Ji, I crossed the line."

"anything else?"

Wang Shichuan pursed his lips tightly, and finally turned his body slightly, bent towards He Chen and said, "I'm sorry."

He Chen did not respond to him, but just lowered his eyes, and Ji Bai's beautiful hands were reflected in his eyes.

His hands were slender and clean, with distinct joints. They were pleasing to the eye, white and clean without a trace of excess fat, yet very soft to the touch.

For no apparent reason, he felt a sense of restlessness rising in his heart.

How long has it been since he last touched his wife?

Thinking of this, He Chen became even more annoyed.

But he couldn't bear to vent his anger on his wife, so in a corner where Ji Bai couldn't see, he glanced at Wang Shichuan coldly.

"Mr. Ji!! Look at him!!!" Noticing He Chen's gaze, Wang Shichuan immediately shouted with a somewhat excited tone, as if he had caught the fox's tail.

Ji Bai subconsciously looked in the direction of his finger, but only saw He Chen's misty and tearful eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, then frowned, but his tone became lighter unconsciously: "Why are you crying?"

Wang Shichuan who witnessed the change in He Chen’s expression: !!!!!!

He Chen turned his head away, his expression stubborn and proud: "I didn't cry."

Ji Bai: .......

Sure enough, even if it turned into pieces, the toughest part of that guy was still his mouth.