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

"Baby, let's go." Song Bojian packed up his things.

Ji Bai glanced at Zhang Jiawei who was still standing on the screen. He had no interest in watching any further, so he looked away and walked towards the school gate with Song Bojian.

But when the two of them walked to the door, Zhang Jiawei suddenly appeared in front of them.

He didn't say a word, just bowed deeply, then turned and left.

[Boss, although Song Bojian changed his class, judging from what those people said, they will not let him go easily.]

Ji Bai looked at Zhang Jiawei's back as he left and said calmly, "Song Bojian will take care of it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Bojian's face appeared in front of him the next second.

"Baby, let's go to Country C to see the big white tiger tonight?"

He paused, then nodded.

【why? 】

Ji Bai did not answer its question. He let it make as much noise as it wanted without saying a word.

Later, after 818 opened the screen, he indeed saw that Zhang Jiawei's family life had become ten times better than before, and someone anonymously sponsored his studies. As for those who threatened not to let him go, the family business had been more or less suppressed, but it was not done by the Song family, but by the "Jian'an Group" which was developing more rapidly.

It looked at the name and was silent for a moment.

Why didn’t Song Bojian just name it “Song Bojian and Li An’s Company”?

Ji Bai, who rushed abroad overnight, looked coldly at the big white tiger that was still breastfeeding, and then looked coldly at Song Bojian.

Song Bojian came over and hugged him, "Baby, we can raise it ourselves."

Ji Bai: Haha.

A stupid person and a stupid system are enough to give him a headache, and now he has to raise a stupid tiger.

The stupid tiger looked at him curiously with its round eyes, with a bottle of milk in its mouth, and its four legs facing up, revealing a soft belly. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed very cute.

In the end, Ji Bai still reached out and touched the little white tiger, which made 818 think that he had a new favorite. He hid in the corner and sobbed fiercely, and swore that he would never pay attention to Song Bojian again, and even drew circles to curse him.

It didn't leave the corner until Ji Bai looked coldly and reached out to stroke its soft white fur a few times.

..........

Song Bojian thought he might be sick.

Because every once in a while, I would have some messed up dreams at night, even to the point where I would smell the scent of my baby and then be awakened in the middle of the night by the damp feeling.

After so many times, his mind was filled with Li An's bewitching smile in his dream, and he held him in his arms and sat on the windowsill, bed, and even on the dining table, and then held his legs up and nose to nose with him...

At first he was like a frightened bird. Every time he dreamed of these things, he didn't dare to get close to Li An, and even stayed away from him, fearing that he would dislike him. Later, when he realized that Li An would not know his dreams, he gradually became bolder.

Kiss, hug and cuddle more frequently. As long as the baby is not annoyed, he will keep kissing, hugging and cuddle.

The baby's indulgence made him even more eager, like a traveler who had been trapped in the desert for seven days and still couldn't find water, his desire was unbearable.

But he didn't dare to do anything outrageous like in the dream. He could only use his sharp teeth to gently nibble on the soft, white flesh of his neck after he fell asleep.

But this could not quench his desire. Finally, his eyes stopped on his red lips. His head lowered slowly and unconsciously, but he became sober again at the only centimeter left. After a long time, he moved his head away and kissed him on the forehead.

Song Bojian felt that he would get sick one day, and he also felt that he was becoming more and more dependent on Li An. Every time he looked at the baby, his eyes unconsciously became deep. He even had the idea of ​​locking him up at home so that he would only have eyes for her.

At that time, he reached out and slapped himself, trying to wake himself up, and kept telling himself that as long as the baby was happy, it didn't matter if he didn't like him.

But in the end, he failed to persuade himself. In fact, the perverted possessiveness from his soul became more and more intense. When he thought that his baby would be with other people and marry someone else, he wanted to kill all those people and then lock up his baby.

He couldn't bear to see his baby living with someone else.

He just wants the baby to be with him forever, and even to be inseparable from him.

The only person who can marry the baby is him.

Song Bojian hid his feelings for Li An very well, and even Lin Ting didn't notice it. He thought his son was stupid and worried about it.

However, Li Buci, who had been paying attention to this matter, noticed something wrong.

On Song Bojian's seventeenth birthday, the Song family held a dinner party. Li Buci glanced at the people who were brought by Song's father to meet someone, then turned around and walked out of the villa and went to the backyard. As expected, he saw Li An sitting alone on the swing.

He walked up behind him and gave him a gentle push on the swing.

Ji Bai tilted his head and greeted him.

Li Buci responded, pushing the swing gently with his hand, without saying anything.

It was a rare opportunity for him to get along with Li An. Looking at his still fleshy profile, under the blend of light and moonlight, he could still see the faint fuzz on his cheeks, his long curly eyelashes fluttering gently, the immaturity on his face slowly fading away, and the youthful aura of a young boy filled his nose.

Li Buci suddenly realized that Li An was no longer a kid in kindergarten, but a teenager with his own thoughts.

Moreover, when he was this age, he was already pursuing his wife.

Besides...after observing for these years, I found that Song Bojian was a bit bad, but he definitely didn't treat Li An badly. He was even better to him than when he was always absent.

After waiting for a while, Li Buci asked, "Guaibao, what do you think of Song Bojian?"

Ji Bai said calmly: "Not bad."

Li Buci: "Then do you like him?"

Ji Bai paused for a long time, then shook his head gently.

Li Buci nodded.

Since his son said he didn't like it, no matter how good that brat Song Bojian was, he couldn't let that boy take away his cabbage.

Li Buci wanted to spend more time with Li An, but an urgent phone call made him busy again.

"My dear, I'm going to be busy now. If you encounter any difficult problems, you must call Dad, understand? No matter what difficulties you have, just tell Dad, even if it means giving up everything, Dad will be willing to do it."

After the person on the other side nodded, Li Buci turned around and prepared to leave. However, when he was about to walk out of the backyard, he heard a faint voice behind him:

“But I don’t hate it.”

Li Buci paused slightly, then turned around and looked at Li An who was looking at him.

His expression was normal, as if the person who had just spoken was not him.

Li Buci knew what he was talking about. After pausing for a moment, he nodded slightly and left.