Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

240 seven

Zheng He clearly remembered that he was still lying on the nurse's bed beside him before going to sleep, but for some reason he woke up and curled up in Mr. Bai's arms. He was puzzled to measure the distance from the nurse to Mr. Bai with his eyes.

Could it be that I sleepwalked into Mr. Bai's bed in the middle of the night?He thought happily, and slowly put his face on the man's ear, and sang: "Get up~ people who don't want to be slaves! Use... the last roar. Get up! Get up! Get up~"

After repeating the song several times, Mr. Bai finally opened his eyes.

"Why did you wake up so early?" Mr. Bai's voice was full of sleepiness.

"You are going to be discharged from the hospital today, let's finish the examination early so we can pack up and go home!"

"That's it..." Mr. Bai put his hands on Zheng He's waist: "I'll hold you to sleep for a while."

"How can it work? Sang Bei will come to pick us up soon." Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai was very helpless: "Do you know how many times you kicked the quilt after you fell asleep last night? I didn't fall asleep until dawn."

Zheng He was very guilty, and retorted without confidence: "How is it possible, my sleeping position is good, give me a rope, and I can sleep like a little dragon girl all night."

Mr. Bai didn't reply, Zheng He looked up at him, and the man fell asleep again.

Zheng He angrily made a grinning expression to Mr. Bai, turned over, and put his hands and feet on the man. Mr. Bai frowned slightly under his pressure: "You are so heavy."

"Hey." Zheng He succeeded in pranking: "Get up, go home and go back to sleep later."

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Zheng He didn't know that Sang Bei had asked Cheng Shao for two weeks' leave when Mr. Bai was discharged from the hospital. He felt that he was very ashamed of the company. Irresponsible anymore.

Mr. Bai saw Zheng He's concerns, and said, "You will go back to the company and explain to Young Master Cheng in person, and I will be with you."

"Well, okay...but why are you following me in?" Zheng He was puzzled.

Mr. Bai pinched Zheng He's nose: "Fool, have you forgotten my relationship with you?"

Zheng He really didn't expect this level. He used to feel that his identity was difficult to reveal. No man would be willing to be a lowly person. But now he and Mr. Bai get along so naturally that he often forgets that they are the same. The relationship between the patron and the lover.

"Tsk tsk," Zheng He smacked his tongue, "I don't have the feeling of being taken care of until now. Don't feel too happy to have a backer, okay?"

"What's going on in your little head every day?" Mr. Bai couldn't stop laughing at Zheng He.

"I think too much, don't you realize that my head is a bit big? It's because the data is too huge, and I need a head that is wider than others to dissipate heat."

"What about me? How much do you miss me?" Mr. Bai's tone seemed to be teasing, but Zheng He had a feeling—Mr. Bai asked very seriously.

Zheng He drew a circle the size of a football with both hands: "If my brain was this big." He stretched out his little finger again, and said, "I would use this little space to think about my own affairs."

"How much do I take?" Mr. Bai asked lightly.

"Guess~" Zheng He had a naughty expression on his face.

Mr. Bai lowered his eyes: "Is it only the size of your finger?"

Zheng He shook his thumb: "No, no!"

Mr. Bai frowned: "I don't want to guess."

"Guess what?"

Mr. Bai turned his gaze out of the window.

Zheng He saw that Mr. Bai was already angry, and he was basically sure that Mr. Bai was really serious when he asked himself the question just now, so he didn't play tricks and shouted: "The rest of the place is all about you!" After he finished speaking,' Wow' jumped onto Mr. Bai's lap.

"Take it easy, the car is so narrow, you are not afraid of knocking." Mr. Bai's mood improved.

240 nine

in the company.

With a calm face, Cheng Shao asked the man dangling in front of him: "What are you doing here?"

"Of course there are good things for you~" Producer Song conjured up an insulated box from behind him like a magic trick: "Dangdang! Look!"

Cheng Shao still had a gloomy expression and did not take the heat preservation box.

Producer Song automatically interpreted Cheng Shao's behavior as 'he is very shy', and happily opened the lid, revealing the crystal clear steamed bun for Cheng Shao to see: "Your favorite steamed bun I guess you must have not eaten in the morning, eat quickly, it is still hot."

"I'm sorry, I've eaten this morning." Young Master Cheng said coldly, and just as he finished speaking, a 'gululu' came from his stomach.

Apparently, producer Song heard it too.

Cheng Shao was so ashamed that he blushed from his neck to the tips of his ears.

Producer Song insisted even more on the theory of 'Cheng Shao is shy', put the insulated box on the table with pink bubbles rippling all over his body, and said: "You eat, I have something to do, let's go first."

"I won't eat it even if you put it here, take it back." Cheng Shao didn't appreciate it at all.

Producer Song ignored this detail, opened the door and left in a good mood.

Cheng Shao thumped the table hard!He was so annoyed by producer Song's food delivery every three days, he would send some burnt biscuits made by himself for a few days, and tomorrow he would send some old-fashioned bacon that can only be bought after a long queue, no matter how he refuses No matter how sneering, Song Ran is like a dementia who can't see his rejection, how he came and how he left, always looking very happy.

Cheng Shao looked at the steamed buns on the table and sneered.

Trying to buy me off with this?Want to be beautiful?

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Zheng He shared a lounge with Cheng Shao, because they were too familiar, Zheng He forgot to knock on the door and opened it directly.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Young Master Cheng choked in fright, coughing so hard.

"Hey, what's the matter, you are here." Zheng He quickly got a glass of water for him.

Cheng Shao drank the water and calmed down. Zheng He saw the steamed buns on the table and asked curiously, "Didn't you skip breakfast? Why did you think of eating this today?" The words 'Yuanbaofu' printed on the fresh-keeping box immediately turned surprise into consternation: "Young Master Cheng, are you okay, go to Yuanbaofu early in the morning to buy steamed buns!"

"What's wrong with Yuan Baofu's Xiaolongbao?" Cheng Shao simply thought that this Xiaolongbao was delicious.

"It takes a long time to queue," Zheng He once bought it. He thought about his experience of queuing last time, and said, "Why... it took about an hour. How long did you wait in line?"

Cheng Shao closed the lid of the fresh-keeping box, and didn't want to continue talking about it: "What are you doing here? Didn't you ask for leave?"

"Ah, that's right." Zheng He opened the door and said to Mr. Bai who was looking at the calligraphy copybook hanging on the wall in the corridor: "Come in, he is inside."

"Why, you brought other people here?" Cheng Shao stood up in doubt, and followed to look out the door——

Cheng Shao's eyes widened.

"Mr. Bai, why are you here? Just call if you have something to do. You can sit down." Cheng Shao graciously lifted the chair to Mr. Bai's side.

Mr. Bai replied politely: "Thank you."

"No thank you."

"I'm here this time because of Zheng He's affairs." Mr. Bai pulled Zheng He, who was obviously neglected, to his side, and said, "He often asks for leave because he has to take care of me. I hope you can tell Zhenhao about it. He forgives."

Song Zhenhao is the name of the boss of Zheng He's company.

"It's not worth you to go there yourself. Where is Zheng He's identity? It's right to take care of you. Don't worry about it."

"Cheng Shao, are you still the Cheng Shao I know? Why are you suddenly so understanding?" Zheng He said teasingly.

Cheng Shao was so angry that he couldn't help but glared at Zheng He.

Mr. Bai covered his mouth, and he would yawn after a while.

Cheng Shao hurriedly said: "You are sleepy, then go back quickly and pay attention to your body."

Mr. Bai nodded.

Based on his own experience, Zheng He knew that Mr. Bai must be smiling when he covered his mouth.