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

After Li Buci's back disappeared, Ji Bai's gaze was still on that side.

[Boss, what's wrong with you? ]

Ji Bai withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes and looked at his hands, a little dazed.

He was a little confused as to why he added that last sentence.

That is a meaningless statement.

[Boss? ]

818 moved his head closer to him, twisting his body and looking at the boss whose mood suddenly changed.

Ji Bai was still stuck in his own confusion when he heard 818's song:

[Youth is free and strong, with a body like mountains and rivers and a strong backbone...]

he:.......

【818. 】

[Hey!] 818 stopped singing and immediately agreed.

Ji Bai: [Watch less TV dramas. ]

818 pouts: [I am comforting you. ]

Ji Bai said calmly: [Go away.]

[Alright!] After making sure that the boss had recovered, 818 quickly flew away.

Ji Bai retracted his gaze from it and looked ahead without focusing. After a long while, he asked it: [Will you stop hating the people you once hated?]

818 paused the TV show he was watching, thought about his question for a while, and then said: [It depends on the situation. People can dislike someone for many reasons. If I dislike someone just because I heard about that person, maybe after I get along with that person, I won’t dislike him anymore.]

Ji Bai thought about it and realized that he had indeed heard of Henry Chu’s bad reputation first.

[But I will always hate those who say they are doing it for my own good but actually hurt me intentionally.]

Henry Chu always apologizes whenever he has nothing to do. Except for being unreasonable at certain times, he is quite normal most of the time.

[But if it was the Lord God, I wouldn’t hate him! He’s the best person to me since I was born! He definitely wouldn’t hurt me!!!]

Ji Bai: .......

818 looked at him with sparkling eyes: [Boss, there is also you. I will never hate you! ]

Ji Bai was dazzled by its sincere and pure eyes for a moment, and his breathing became lighter unconsciously. After a long while, he slowly asked: [Who was it that shouted that he hated me yesterday just for two candies? ]

818 lowered his head guiltily, mumbling to himself: [Who knows, maybe it is the big white tiger from abroad.]

Ji Bai curled his lips slightly and gently rubbed its head with the power of his fingertips.

A suit jacket was suddenly placed on his shoulders, and his nose was quickly entangled with the fresh scent of wood resin from the owner of the suit jacket. He knew who was coming without looking back.

Song Bojian squatted in front of him, reached out and gently held his hand, warming his slightly cold hand: "Baby, it's cold outside, shall we go back first?"

Ji Bai looked at the person in front of him whose features gradually deepened, and then responded softly.

Song Bojian waited until his hands were warm enough before he stood up and took his hand and left.

818 yawned, squeezing out some tears, and his vision became blurry. He looked at the backs of the two people in front of him, slightly stunned, and forgot to close his half-open mouth.

It always felt that the boss seemed to have changed, as if something was missing, but it couldn't tell what it was.

Just now, it was looking at the backs of the two people, and suddenly thought of a word that was very suitable to describe them.

'Violence'

The boss has become less aggressive, but it's not to the point where he has changed completely.

818 closed his open mouth and shook his head slightly to deny himself.

How could it be violence? The boss has always been a gentle person, just too indifferent to some things, but he has never hurt anyone.

......

After returning to the room, Ji Bai was coaxed by Song Bojian to go to the bathroom to take a hot bath to get rid of the coldness.

Song Bojian rarely had his hair slicked back for his birthday party, revealing his smooth and full forehead. He looked less youthful and more mature.

The sleeves of his simple white shirt were rolled up, revealing his strong arms. His facial features were deep and his black eyes were as bright as cold stars. He held a hair dryer in one hand and gently rubbed the soft and smooth black hair in his palm with the other hand.

Song Bojian's eyes were all on the quiet and delicate profile of the man in his palm. After blow-drying his hair, he reached out and gently pinched his face, then bent down and leaned over to kiss the man on the cheek.

He put the hair dryer back to its original place, then sat next to Ji Bai. His hands naturally wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and blinking pitiful black eyes at him: "Baby, didn't you prepare a birthday present for me?"

Ji Bai glanced at his empty hands, then said calmly, "Ready."

Song Bojian's eyes lit up immediately, "Where is it?"

Ji Bai remained silent.

The light in Song Bojian's eyes slowly dimmed, but he pretended to be strong and said, "It's okay, baby. I received a lot of birthday gifts today, and I'm tired of them. I'm not sad at all that there's no birthday gift from you."

"Besides, my baby usually gives me a lot of things, it's just that there's no birthday present, it's not a big deal."

"Besides, I have everything I need. If you were going to give me a birthday present, I would still feel embarrassed. I don't want you to feel embarrassed. Fortunately, you didn't prepare a birthday present, otherwise I would..."

Song Bojian's voice stopped abruptly. He stared blankly at the softness pressing against his cheek. His eyes were dull and dazed, and he seemed unable to react to what had happened.

Ji Bai loosened his hand, tilted his head back slightly, looked at him and said calmly: "Birthday present."

Song Bojian's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he slowly came back to his senses. He tilted his head to look at the person next to him, his eyes fixed on the red lips, and his protruding Adam's apple suddenly rolled up and down.

When Ji Bai looked over, he had already looked away and looked at the time.

Thinking that he had classes tomorrow, he got up and walked towards the bed to prepare for sleep, but before he had walked two steps, Song Bojian caught up with him and held his hand.

Ji Bai turned around and met a pair of deep and dark black eyes.

Song Bojian said in a hoarse voice: "Baby, I still want a birthday present for my eighteenth birthday."

Ji Bai: ......

Next year he must prepare a birthday present for him in advance.